#adc bory de saint-vincent

[murillo-enthusiast]

Continuing on from here... With @le-brave-des-braves on his back, the great drake Soult approaches the plants that are menacing @your-staff-wizard and have turned his place into a veritable jungle and...

with a roar and a burst of mighty flame, sets the plants ablaze! Possibly including the carnivorous one! And probably the house! Sorry. But what's this?

Why, it's ADC Bory de Saint-Vincent, who hasn't noticed that the world around him has just gotten a whole lot hotter! And that one little spark can set him... alight. Like the one that's currently merrily eating his tailcoat uniform.

[cadmusfly]

shitpost drawing of dead frenchman Bory de Saint-Vincent, naturalist/politician/military officer, served as ADC to Marshal Soult, who fuckin loves plants, will do colonialism for plants

this is what i imagine he looks like when he sees a Cool Bug or Cool Volcano or Cool Plant

[murillo-enthusiast]

While a certain ADC was preparing to leave his Marshal's headquarters, in the corner of his eyesight, he would spot a figure.

Said figure, which was under the shadows, seemed anything but natural. He would have a ridiculous elegance and would wear, with exaggerated pride, his uniform highly similar to that of a Marshal of the Empire... Only with the difference of his crooked boots, equal to those of a goat's legs.

But, the most notable thing would be his face. What Bory would have previously sworn were black eyes were now so bright that they made him somewhat uncomfortable to see, as if a light that didn't exist was reflecting directly into them. These shone before Bory, accompanied by a wide smirk.

G̴r̴e̴e̴t̴i̴n̴g̴s̴,̴ ̴M̴o̴n̴s̴i̴e̴u̴r̴ ̴B̴o̴r̴y̴.̴ ̴I̴t̴'̴s̴ ̴b̴e̴e̴n̴ ̴q̴u̴i̴t̴e̴ ̴a̴ ̴w̴h̴i̴l̴e̴.̴

(( @commandant-des-traitres ))

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The duties of one Lieutenant Colonel Bory primarily involve landscape surveying, which is a rather trying task when it comes to the strange surreal realms of the afterlife. The areas where the Army of the Beyond have set up their camps and outposts are particularly malleable, but where things do not make sense, one must look for that which does not change. Bory squints at the figure before him, at the shining eyes and crooked boots, and he takes note in his mind of what has and has not changed.

Bory: Monsieur le Maréchal! What a surprise to see you here! I had not heard from you for quite some time- I am working on a comprehensive report on taxonomy of the life-forms, would you still be interested in a copy?

Despite his friendly tone, Bory does not dismount his steed, and he does not move closer to the shadowy figure.

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[murillo-enthusiast]

It's a normal day! Looks like the banana boys ADCs Saint-Chamans, Lameth and Bory are chatting about something or other.

Lameth: It was quite unnerving, especially when the most frightening sight of them all appeared - Caroline Murat, looking like a valkyrie ready to kill! Saint-Chamans: Just because she didn't like your jokes! Bory: I would be quite interested in venturing in and seeing if I can study those shadow monsters!

But if you turn away, out of the corner of your eye, it might be that the three ADCs don't seem so solid anymore. Perhaps they are fluttering in the wind, thin and ephemeral, one describing himself with what he thinks is dry wit, one detailed with intricate lines tracing leaves and diagrams, and the other… burned and torn and full of holes.

And then you blink, and they’re normal again. For what counts as normal in this place.

[murillo-enthusiast]

Bory: And both, of course, are equally and truly beautiful!

An idea

Every time you pronounce my wife's name as Algae, pay me a franc. I will use the money for the equipment of my troops.

Or they give me nothing and I will just slap you.

Know the difference:

Aglaé

... and algae

Stop comparing my wife to a green slime.

[murillo-enthusiast]

Keeping all our eggs in one basket... (1, 2, 3)

Future responses will be reblogged to @rapports-de-combat.

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"I see...is...amputation part of fae physiology...? [*sigh*] That man never had a care for himself...I hope he's stabilised by now. At least there were no fatalities...

[...]

I'm quite sure Pâques was a few weeks ago, M. Bory, but yes I am." -- @perdicinae-observer

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Bory: Well, apparently Monsieur Duroc lit himself so brightly using his magic that he exploded? It is all very confusing, especially to a man of science as myself, but I am sure there is a logic to this madness in this world! Anyway, Pâques may be past, but let us unpack this egg to bring pax to your house! Préparez-vous !

Up goes the basket!

[murillo-enthusiast]

pssst. Petiet. do you want... a cronut?

Petiet: Oh, yes please! I would love a cronut, whatever that is..!

Bory: Ah, did you bring enough for the class?

Lameth: You are lucky, dear Petiet, that our marshal is rather occupied at the moment, or else he would be quite cross-ant with your croissant Cronenberg~

Petiet: But this cronut is mine...

[murillo-enthusiast]

Continuing on from the egg, the house and the iron marshal...

"Mes petits chéris, vous devez avoir faim, hmm? Pip pip...M. Bory? Is everything alright there? What's this talk of alcoholism?" -- @perdicinae-observer

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With relaxed and what he presumed to be stupefied idleness, Bory scratches the head of the partridge that has come up to him. Davout's voice draws him back to reality, and he answers-

Bory: Ah, Monsieur le Maréchal, welcome back from your rather long visit to the kitchen! Your wallpaper was appearing to be ambulant, so I presumed that I may not be in my right mind, with all these strange occurrences in your house! And now it appears that you have a leak in your roof!

He peers over to investigate the droplet of not water.

[murillo-enthusiast]

Continuing on from a previous post...

"The egg, once again, stopped its tantrum to listen to the nice man. Its movement became an aimless, hesitant swirling instead- almost like the egg felt sad and lost. Or maybe it's trying to figure out a different approach to escaping the basket..." -- @perdicinae-observer

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Bory: Your papa is coming back soon, petit oeuf! Do not fret, because Monsieur Bory is here to help your daddy Davout out with learning all about you and what you are!

Bory is going to proceed to sing a lullaby to the egg. Unfortunately Alouette is dated to after his time and is also too Canadian, otherwise it would be a rather ironic choice of song to an egg to sing. It might be Frere Jacques, maybe.

[murillo-enthusiast]

𝑃𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑠 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

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"Kraa! Kraa! Kraaa!" -- the hatchling of @perdicinae-observer

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Bory completely ignores Davout's question about the name by promptly using the name.

Bory: Kraa to you too, citoyen Lenoir! Kraaa! I do believe you are a little noiraud indeed! Let us dry you off - if you can -

He is going to try and use his coat to dab at the little shadowling, to try and... wipe the liquid off? Or to gather the coat around it, so that it can be warmed by the coat. Though he will stop if the little shadowling seems nervous or intimidated at any time.

Bory: What does a little thing like you wish to eat, I wonder? If you are hungry in any way!

[murillo-enthusiast]

Which came first... the egg or the ████? (1, 2, 3, 4)

Upon a close look at the inside of the egg... It was not empty, but there wasn't even a form of something in there. There was definitely movement...but from what? It was like Bory was shining a light against a shadow that does not deter, only consume and grow. It was black.

-- @perdicinae-observer

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Bory... looks delighted.

Bory: I had heard tales of shadow creatures from other afterlives, and while I do not know if this is related to those or if this is something wonderfully peculiar and unique... to think that we are beholding a creature undescribed and unknown, something that lays an egg and is animate yet formless! Or perhaps our eyes are deceiving us and the light is not penetrating the egg shell, but no matter, we will crack this mystery soon enough! Will you hold onto this egg for just a few moments more while I sketch a basic outline..?

He's going to put the equipment down, and without bothering to light up the room again, grab his notes and by the light of the lantern, start drawing Egg.

[le-brave-des-braves]

Jomini: Bory, I remember you and your excitement for the nature. I don’t hold grudges against you for ruining that one print of my book by your herbarium attempts.

I suppose you are correct. But the colour. It doesn’t offer any kind of camouflage. It screams “shoot me” as my Marshal would say. Can I perhaps… dye them somehow?

JOMINI!!!! @le-brave-des-braves

YOU LOOK SO FLUFFIE

CAN I PAT YOUR WINGS

[murillo-enthusiast]

Brun: Bory. This is too far.

Bory: This is for science!

Lameth: You are playing with fire, my friend~

Saint-Chamans: I'm clearly the most popular! My memoirs are actually available on the internet!

Petiet: Mine is more exclusive..!

Pierre Soult: Not sure how I feel about being included here. And what about Anthoine and Franceschi?

Bory: They don't appear on this Web Log so much, so they are not options! And neither is our good friend C͞i̗̱̻̳̟̲͢ͅt̮͢o̳͓̣͉̥̘ye̱n O͞m̢̖̯̪̙̬b̛r̰͓͙̬̭̖è, for he is not as, ahem, historical as us~

Lameth: Anthoine is too innocent to be exposed to the internet! We keep him away from such things~

Brun: And Franceschi has better things to do with his time. This is stupid, however. Obviously I'm the best. I'm the one who actually went to Napoleon and convinced him of Soult's good intentions during that awful Roi Nicolas stuff.

Lameth: But I died tragically and young, and that gives me a certain charm, non?

Bory: My plan is working! Unfortunately, Coco has passed out drunk again and cannot defend himself, but ah well. Anyway, as the completely impartial poll host, I simply must point out that I am a very famous naturalist renowned for my scientific discoveries, and a certain Monsieur Darwin carried my book with him on his voyages. So, ah, do keep that in mind!

[murillo-enthusiast]

???: Hey guys, I'm back from my latest expedition!! The plant species in this afterlife are so fascinating, I've discovered about ten new species of Asphodelus and a fascinating new variety of Lycoris radiata that thrives only in-

Saint-Chamans: Shut up about plants, Bory! You missed out on the explosion of a lifetime!

Bory de Saint-Vincent: But the flowers-

Saint-Chamans: Petiet, Lameth and Brun, along with one of Ney's ADCs, serenaded @le-brave-des-braves with drinking songs! And then Ney complained to our Marshal!

Bory: Ney?! Wait, which of Ney's ADCs?

Saint-Chamans: Oh right you were one of his ADCs for a year. It's that Lava guy.

Bory: Oh, Levavasseur! That is truly hilarious!

Saint-Chamans: Yes, that guy! And our Marshal's been yelling at those three for the last hour! Such idiots!

Bory: Why, seems like I've missed out on some excitement! Not as exciting as the Asteraceae I found-

Saint-Chamans: Nobody cares about your stupid plants! They're breaking my lecture record!

[murillo-enthusiast]

Here's a box of champagne to keep the party going. Also a box of balloons and party garlands. This place needs more decoration!!!

🍾🍾🍾🍾🍾🍾🍾🍾

Coco Lefebvre: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈

Petiet: Thank you so so much, Citoyen Anonyme..! Your gifts are really appreciated!!!

🏵️🌸🏵️🌸🏵️🌸🏵️🌸

Bory: Why, what a wonderful celebration I have returned to! Such decorations and drinks! And who are these two beauties who have joined us, hmmm?

Saint-Chamans: Bory, don't you recognise us?!

Lameth: Of course he doesn't recognise us, my friend! If he did, he would know that he was about to flirt with his dear colleagues Saint-Chamans and Lameth~!

Bory: Excuse me? You mean to tell me you two underwent protandrous metamorphosis?!! I must examine you two for the advancement of natural philosophy!

Saint-Chamans: Uhh... I'm not sure this is better.

[murillo-enthusiast]

Bory de Saint-Vincent, standing near the door to the theatre, under the beautiful facade under the eternal night sky of Bessieres' domain, currently standing in for a bored Saint-Chamans, sees a familiar woman heading straight to the door and runs over.

Bory: Your Highness- wait! This is very dangerous place- you can't-

He fails to stop her from opening the door.

On the other side, Lannes is nodding at @the-adventures-of-lydia-brown's description of her singing prowess though he has absolutely no idea what any of what she is talking about.

Lannes: Sounds like you know your singing business!!! most of the songs i know are too rude for this place-

And then the voice of a panicked woman cuts the air. A damsel is in danger!

Soult: We must not act hastily. It may be a trap-

Welp, there goes Duroc! And then the door behind the party opens, again, revealing a certain Queen of Naples, @carolinemurat herself.

Lameth looks behind him at the woman who he joked too hard about that he ended up disgraced and having to leave Murat's staff over and then he immediately says

Lameth: The lioness of Naples has come to fetch her husband from his indiscretions, it seems!

Petiet facepalms.

Soult: ... Hush, colonel. Your Majesty- I suppose you are also wishing to join our party.

Lannes: soult you go catch her majesty up and stick with her im goin after duroc and that woman!!! youre also comin with me lil colonel!!!

Lannes points at Petiet, grabs his arm and runs after Duroc, leaving Soult, Lameth and maybe Lydia behind. Bory closes the door.

(( group tag @your-dandy-king @carolinemurat @the-adventures-of-lydia-brown @askgeraudduroc, guessing either the narration, caroline or lydia goes next))

((Reference previous posts: 1, 2))

In the better lighting provided by Duroc and Nixa, it's clear the painting is still rolling its eyes at Soult. Maybe its expression was supposed to be beatific, but now it just comes off as embarrassed.

The initial party of @armagnac-army, @murillo-enthusiast, @askgeraudduroc, are interrupted by a metallic scrape when Saint-Chamans opens the front door of the opera house to escort @the-symphony-of-lydia-brown through. As he swings the door open, the entire building seems to sigh, and a breeze rushes through, and threatening to snuff the lanterns. Something very big, and very hungry, lets out a roar from deep within the depths of the theatre.

How does the party wish to proceed?