La Feme Nikita~

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Le Cyll stared blankly at the screen, watching the crude image of an early movie scroll across the vast expanse of white. He never was one for movies, but this one was French, and as a natural-born French speaker, he did enjoy the use of his native tongue, reminiscent though it was of his earlier days.

It must have been he was homesick... Either that, or he needed a small repose from his ongoing plans.

Elle is going to be yours... Kendryek will die at your hand... You will be free to destroy Ailyth and concentrate on Seth, and Crane will not be able to stop you...

"Yes." Le Cyll smiled, pleased. He was doing well, and he was working on that lab of his. How nice it would be, to have his little plots be tied up nicely through the meager use of an autopsy table and a few scalpels and corrosive liquids...

He was assimilating seamlessly into his new existence here, and he would be able to release the tension that had been building for nigh over a season here.

Feed me...

He nodded absent-mindedly, repeating something in French that he had heard from the movie.

It would all work out perfectly, and then he would be free again of this sound, this new voice...

As the sound of the squabbling thing rose higher, more piercing, he focused more on the flickering images in front of him.

Ah... French. Was there any better a language than French?

[Ayame]

Allete sighed as she entered the cinema. The showing of the film had already started, and it was black aside from the glaring glow of the wide screen itself. She glanced around looking for a free seat. In truth, most of the seats were free. Who knew so little people would be interested in a French film? It was French! That was the main reason she'd even bothered to come.

In truth, Allete missed the beautiful lilts and lifts to proper-spoken French. English was a rough and blunt language, and though she was fluent she still prefered her native tongue. It had more of a flow to it, a gracefulness that even the people who couldn't understand it acknowledged.

She shook her head to clear it then, and resumed searching for a place to sit. She didn't want to sit in the back, but she didn't want to sit right up in front of the screen like an over-eager puppy either. She then spotted a free seat next to a man in one of the centre rows and made towards him. She kept low so as to keep her white hair from attracting too much attention as she slunk down the row towards him.

"Excusez-moi, est-ce que je pourrais réclamer ce siège?" she whispered. She assumed that since he was watching a French film that he'd understand her, but just in case she added hastily, "Er... I mean... I may sit here, no?"

[Anzeh]

"Move faster... you're going to miss it!"

"I know, I know! No need to remind me!"

In truth the little kitsune couldn't move any faster, especially since he was barrelling at full speed down the path to the cinema. He ran through thick clouds of students also going to the cinema. Renard had bought the tickets to this movie online, he was so excited. It had been one of his favorite films of all time. He remembered watching it a zillion times when it first came out. He'd even seen that there wouldn't be subtitles!

So he bought a ticket in a heartbeat and was now running like he was being chased by demons because he'd gotten held up by drama club.

He showed the man the printout of his ticket and ran down the hall, looking for the correct theater. Once he found it, he pushed it open with all of his strength which happened to be way more than he needed.

The door gave and the Kitsune went flying into the theater, head over heels.

Draner's laughter caused his cheeks to flush. "Good job, idiot." she chided in her adorable British accent.

Renard sat up and gripped his head. He hurt in various places on his body, but wasn't bleeding or anything. He was pleased to know that the movie had just started. At first he was pleased to find that all the seats were empty. But once his eyes caught the two people he frowned and turned away.

"That's what I get for being so stupid." he muttered to himself in French before taking a seat near the people, just behind them and staring up at the screen.

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Le Cyll looked up, shaken from his thoughts. He really shouldn't be thinking so much anyways.The sound of that annoying voice was enough to drive any sane individual crazy after a while.

Not that he was sane, but it still was a nuisance...

Blinking a few times, trying to ignore the constant gibbering nonsense that the voice was spewing at him, he managed a polite smile and a truly genuine interest in the familiar sound of his native tongue. Although the girl did correct herself with crude English, Le Cyll chose to respond in French.

"Pourquoi oui, ayez svp un siège. ((why yes, please have a seat))"

The sound to him was a bit stiff, seeing as he had not the chance to use French in such a long time, but it still held the tell-tale perfect "accent," as did any other language he spoke.

Noticing the man that came in next, he could only assume the same natural tongue of him as well.

How very nice. An entourage of same-speaking individuals. He liked where this day of repose had taken him. It was even more than he might have hoped after so long on his little "battle field" so to speak.

Speaking up so the newcomer could hear, he spoke in French again.

" Avez-vous vu ce film avant ? I' ; le VE a entendu qu'il est bon. ((Have you seen this movie before? I've heard it is a good one.))"

[Ayame]

Allete's eyebrow arched in delighted surprise when the man responded in French. "Merci bien, monsieur," she whispered, thanking him, as she took her seat. She looked up as someone tumbled into the room and was about to get up again to see if they were all right when they got up and came over to sit behind them. The man beside her asked if they'd seen the movie before.

"Ah, oui! C'est un film merveilleux! {Oh, yes! It is a marvellous film!}" she told him fervently, her French even throatier than usual in her excitement.

Allete then turned back to the screen for a moment, watching the figures glide back and forth. She couldn't help but smile; she was glad to finally meet some other French speaking people. The English folk were nice enough, but nothing could compare with those who could parlez français. With a slight frown Allete realized that she didn't know either of their names.

She turned back to them and held out both her hands, one to each of them, before saying, "Je m'appelle Allete. Qui êtes-vous deux? {My name is Allete. Who are you two?}"

[Anzeh]

Renard was simply watching the film, his hands in his pockets, when he heard the man and woman in front of him start talking in french. He wasn't that surprised, after all, it was a french film sans subtitles, so someone needed the knowledge of french to be able to understand what was being said in the least.

He inserted himself into the conversation with a shy 'um'. "Euh, je l'ai vu aussi. C'est un film vraiment sympa."* He He pushed one blue bang out of his face, pleased to know that they either didn't see his critical failure or were graceful enough not to comment on it.

"Mon nom est Renard. Enchanté de vous connaître."** He said, glancing up towards the screen as he watched the movie. All the feelings he remembered welled up inside him. He missed his parents, and he missed France.

"Pensez-vous aller à l'école?"***

*Um, I've seen is before too. It's a really nice movie."
**"My name is Renard. Pleased to meet you."
***"Do you attend the school?"

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Le Cyll nodded, turning back to the screen. He'd never seen this specific movie before, but then again he was not particularly interested in it. He did not like movies. He liked books. He liked art. Movies were the short combined version of those two things, and he did not appreciate the lack of imagination used in creating the easily-visualized movie industry. He did, however, like the French. It was the only reason eh was here; and he now had something better than an old movie to occupy himself with: he had two French-speakers.

"C'est correct, mais I' ; m non affectueux de lui. Trop d'action. ((It is okay, but I'm not fond of it. Too much action.))"

Then, in response to the man's comment, he nodded.

"Université. I' ; m un médecin. ((College. I'm a physician.))" Pausing only a moment, he decided to be a bit more chatty than would normally be in his tastes.

"Mon nom est Le Cyll, Kludde, et je supposerai que vous allez à cette école aussi. Svp, éclairez-moi. De quelles espèces êtes-vous, et d'où vous grêlent ? ((My name is Le Cyll, Kludde, and I will assume you go to this school too. Please, enlighten me. What species are you, and where do you hail from?))"

[Ayame]

Allete chuckled quietly at Le Cyll's previous comment about there being to much action in the movie, her laugh like a light tinkling of bells. "Je suis en accord avec vous. Mais c'est un bon film en dépit de cela. {I agree with you. But it is a good movie in spite of that.}"

She then turned to Renard and answered his question. "Oui, je vais à l'école. Je suis dans la catégorie onze. {Yes, I go to the school. I am in grade eleven.}"

Allete was about to turn back to the screen when Le Cyll spoke again, asking them their races and where they hailed from. "Je suis un ccoa, et je grêle de Paris, France. Et vous, Renard? Le Cyll? {I am a ccoa, and I hail from Paris, France. And you, Renard? Le Cyll?}"

[Anzeh]

Renard watched the movie, though turned down the audio in his head a little so he could hear the other people talking. He liked the action. Despite the way he was and being someone from supposedly the most romantic country in the world, he didn't like romace or risque very much. He liked action. He liked horror films and gorey movies.

"Je suis un Kitsune, et je viens de partir de France. Je ne sais pas exactement où, cependant."* Renard said casually. He was hungry... he hadn't eaten anything before he bolted out of the school to make to the movie theater on time. "Quelque part sur le Rhône."**

A small pout formed on his lips although it wasn't very serious. "Aw, pas juste! Je suis la plus jeune ici! Je suis en dixième classe."***

*I'm a Kitsune, and I come from France. I'm not exactly sure where, however."
**Somewhere on the Rhone.
***Aw, not fair! I'm the youngest one here! I'm in tenth grade.

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Le Cyll smiled at mention of the two origins. How nice, two original French. He should only be so honored to hear the pure, old accent from the mouths of those who spoke it at its most distilled. He was aware that his French, though understandable to anyone from Europe, was still tainted with the more crude, inelegant dialect of the area. No one really did notice here, but he knew that any French-born individual would pick up on the slight-off accent he held in his speech immediately.

"Je suis de Nunavut, Canada dans la grande région sauvage nordique où seulement les loups et les Indiens osent le voyage. ((I am from Nunavut, Canada in the great Northern Wilderness where only the wolves and Indians dare travel.))"

Thinking to himself with a chuckle, that reminded him of how his French was tainted not only with the American-based isolation of the country, but also with the common tongues of the Northern Indian Tribes as well. As a consequence, he was brought up within the languages of the Native Americans, the French, and the English. French, however, had always been his favorite and most commonly used language, so although he could speak these three tongues with perfect accuracy (as well as dozens of others) he chose to exhibit a distinct French accent at all times.

"C'est un plaisir, de rencontrer deux de la patrie, s'I' ; m pas à prétentieux en disant. ((It is a pleasure, to meet two of the Homeland, if I'm not to pretentious in saying.))" He smiled with a small, kindly ounce of respect.

[Ayame]

"Il est bon de vous rencontrer, aussi, {It is nice to meet you, too}" Allete replied with a smile. She then turned to Renard with mild curiosity in her eyes. She knew many of the French family trees, so perhaps she knew from where it was he hailed, but she wasn't entirely sure she'd be able to help.

She turned back to the screen, running through all the Renards she knew of in her head. She couldn't think of one that matched his age, however, and that frustrated her. The youngest Renard she could think of was over 50 years old, and that obviously couldn't be right. She huffed and then turned back to Renard.

"Quel est votre nom de famille, Renard? Peut-être je saurai d'où vous grêlez. {What is your family name, Renard? Perhaps I will know where you hail from.}"

[Anzeh]

Renard tilted his head at the Kludde and gave a shy smile. He'd never felt special by being french even though he knew that he should. Even though he'd lived here for a while, he'd still never met a single person who was french like him. Perhaps that was a sign...?

The female's question about his family namemade him raise a pale eyebrown. "L'Ours. Est-ce utile?"*

Why would she know where his family hailed from thanks to his last name? That... was creepy to say the very least. Perhaps she had learned about them while she was in France... but once again that was creepy.

But in order to take his attention off that, he turned to the other male. He seemed nice enough, and gave a soft, kind smile. "Eh bien, c'est fantastique de parler à quelqu'un qui parle français, peu importe d'où ils viennent.."**

That was his form of a kind word, even if it didn't really sound like one.

*L'Ours. Does that help?
**Well, it's fantastic to talk to someone who speaks french, no matter where they're from.

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Le Cyll retained his smile, something that was quite hard to do for him, but which he would regardless do for the sake of being polite.

It may seem strange, especially for something like him, to be so respectful of these creatures merely because of their French heritage, but I assure you, it was not out of some secret love of French culture, or a longing to see the country, or even a liking of the French at all.

It was more because they could speak his language, and because by not being from Canada they did not know or had not heard of him. Both were pleasant alternatives to a Canadian French-speaker, which of course would be a bit of a problem in his situation.

Let us just say that he had made a rather lasting impression upon the Northern Territories... One not to be recalled lest he wished to be in yet another scuffle of life or death. And he certainly did not. Violence was so sad a thing to resort to.

Yes, but you'd slice them open if they knew of you...

He frowned ever so slightly at this quiet little hiss. Well of course he would, but he did not want to. Thus the admiration of the French and not the French Canadian. But he was missing the point here. He turned to the male in response to his comment, and as well as he could, ignored the sound of that hissing voice in his ear.

" Je conviens complètement. Ces Américains et leur langue simple ne savent rien des nuances subtiles de notre belle langue. Je sais beaucoup un genre de parole, pourtant aucun n'a l'élégance du Français juste.((I agree completely. These Americans and their simple language know nothing of the subtle nuances of our beautiful tongue. I know many a kind of speech, yet none has the elegance of the fair French.))"

Trying to wipe the frown from his face, Le Cyll turned back to the movie and was just in time to see one of the more bloody scenes of the film. The woman held her gun, aiming it at a man across the street with the full intention of sniping him. She was in the bathroom of a fancy hotel in Venice, and her fiance was on the other side of that door, voicing his concern that she was so distant from him. So cold and unmoving. She was crying, trying to keep her eyes clear and her hands steady so she could kill the man across the street. She told her fiance that she loved him, so much.

She had to hide the gun after she had made a clean shot, and she had to pretend that she was happy when her fiance came through the door to apologize for his doubts.

Le Cyll shook his head, sadly. He did not like action movies. They were so terribly violent, and so sad. He enjoyed happy stories much more. They were something of a relief to him, to be able to see the light of the world instead of the terrible dark.

Evil... So evil... Don't be stupid. You're evil too...

He snorted, continuing to watch the movie.

[Ayame]

Allete sat back in her seat, shifting until she was comfortable and pulling her legs up to her chest so that she could rest her chin on her knees. L'Ours, L'Ours, L'Ours... Renard L'Ours...

She stared blankly at the screen as she mentally traced back through all the family trees she knew, thinking hard as to where the L'Ours tied in. She knew there'd been L'Ours' interwoven with the Molyneuxs' and her own family, the Boutins', but that had been centuries ago.

She blinked, wondering for the first time if perhaps Renard was older than she'd given him credit for. Perhaps he was. And if he was, then it was possible that he was actually a part of that time period after all. Renard L'Ours, Renard L'Ours...

"Je pense qu'un de mes ancêtres était du L'Ours bloodline... {I think one of my ancestors was of the L'Ours bloodline...}" she thought aloud, "Mais je ne me rappelle pas n'importe qui par le Renard nommé... {But I do not remember anyone by the name Renard...}"

[Anzeh]

"Oh? C'est intéressant. Qu'est-ce que tu es nom de famille?"* Renard asked. All of a sudden, although the little demon in his head had been near silent during the movie, for even though Renard understood every word, he didn't think in english and therefore she understood nothing, suddenly she piped up. Her voice was excited and curious at the same time.

"Ask her if her family name is "Boutin"!" She said with an unnatural excitement laced in with her accent.

It was an odd request, in fact it was odd for her to make requests art all, so he figured he could honor this one. "Allete, est ton nom de famille "Boutin"?"**

*Oh? That's interesting. What is your family name?"
**Allete, is your family name "Boutin"?