Siren's Pull

[Francis appears on the NV looking rather tired. It's been only a week and a half since he was last on, but this one is obviously on purpose. He takes a deep sigh, before he continues, a little solemnly.]

Many of us are going home, back to our original worlds. I must unfortunately say I am one of them, mes amis. Some of you... may have seen a post I made last week, so you know my true identity... [Francis awkwardly smiles at that.]

... and for those of you who have not, you may be quite surprised when you go back to look at it. Simply know that what I say is true: I am the embodiment of France. I have lived for thousands of years, as long as the people of France have lived. And that is why I must go back. I have a duty to my people, my countrymen... though this does not mean that some of you will never get to see me again. You could always come with me.

[Francis shifts then, crossing his legs in a rather businesslike posture, threading his fingers together and placing his index fingers to his lips for a moment, before offering his proposition.]

For those of you who know me well, or will not cause trouble in my world... due to my... influence in the government of France, I can always pull some strings and find you a place to live, a job perhaps... in order to give you a better life on Earth. It does not have to be in Paris, it does not have to be in France. Japan, America, or dozens of others will likely be happy to help. I simply thought... some of you may prefer this option, because you cannot go home for one reason or another, but you do not want to stay here.

[He pauses once more, trying to figure out how to word this properly.]

I'm leaving tonight, with Liliane and whatever small things I cannot do without. Anyone who is interested, let me know. And anyone who I know well... if you are staying, or going to your own home world, may I visit you before I go? I simply want to say goodbye.

[The feed then ends.]

It appears, mes chéris, the Port has decided not to let me go, after all.

[For those who knew him, Francis Bonnefoy is on the NV network again inside the baseball diamond, looking a lot more relaxed and happy than his last appearance almost a year ago. For those who don't, they'll find an immaculately dressed, blue-eyed blond man with a charming smile and a bit of a beard on his chin. His voice is also heavily accented with French.]

It says today is the 6th of February, 2013. This means I have been gone, mm, about a year, non? Alors, for me at home, it has been two since I last saw the Port. Nothing much seems to have changed, since then. I suppose this means I have lived a year twice over. Not that it was a great year, mais, it might have been worse. At least it was not the dark ages.

... ah la la, where are my manners? I am sure there are some of you listening to this, wondering who in god's name I am. [The charming smile comes up again.] Allo, tout le monde. I am François Bonnefoy. I tell everyone to call me Francis, for simplicity. I come from France, naturellement - Paris, to be precise. It is a pleasure to meet you all. I hope during my second stay things will go much smoother.

At any rate... it is almost refreshing to be back. I believe I was due for another vacation, anyway. Now! I expect all of you who know me well to let me celebrate my return with you! A party, perhaps? Or simpler little things if you do not like large groups. Mais, I will not take no for an answer~ I have a lot of catching up to do, I think.

[And with that, he starts to send out a few private messages.]


( Private to Magneto - moderate hack )

( Private to Raul Creed - moderate hack )

( Private to Franz d'Epinay - moderate hack )

( Private to Czeslaw Meyer - moderate hack )

( Private to Amy Sorel - moderate hack )