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    Affordable Lessons (Vandrad/Open to Spectators)

    Louie
    Louie

    Alt Account- Richie Rich- Rich- Character Application Approved!- Player 
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    Post by Louie on 1st May 2020, 1:41 pm

    Crash!

    In an apprehensive silence, Louie sat at Fairy Tail's tavern with his golden blonde hair neatly hanging from his head, and a cheap red wine staining almost the entirety of his torso. It soaked his expensive blazer and dress shirt after some waitress stumbled and spilled the drink all over him. What started as a pastime while he sought out Arcadia turned into one red, wet mess in an instant. While Louie hated messiness in general, if there was something he hated more than that, it would be being the victim of those messes. And if there something he hated even more than that...

    "Oh my God! I'm so sorry, Louie!" the waitress—or whatever she was—stood there in shock, pale and horrified by her mistake. After a moment of devastating silence, she quickly fumbled in his pockets for a handkerchief, to which she'd bend down and try to dry his face where some of the drink and splashed. "Let me get that for you. Are you okay? Here, just let me—"

    Briskly, Louie's fair and delicate hands latched onto the woman's wrists, squeezing them with an angry tightness before quite literally tossing it away from him. When the woman would bend down to see his face before, she was greeted with perhaps one of the most malicious and venomous complexions she had ever laid eyes on. It was a sort of silent rage that was in the process of brimming over but not given verbal shape quite yet. Unfortunately for her, this was only the beginning of his fury.

    "Do you know how much this suit cost, connasse? Could a shit-for-brains germ like you even comprehend how much this suit is worth?!" Louie finally rose his head to face her, his poignant stare intense with vexation. The blonde was so upset with the unfortunate mistake made by the waitress that he didn't stop at belittling her. Instead, he grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled her up to his face, forcing her to keep balance on her tippy-toes.

    "I'm sorry, Louie—"

    "No matter how many trivial jobs you could work in a lifetime would ever cover the cost of this suit! Not ever! Jamais! So how do you expect to repay me?! What could someone as insignificant, as dumb, as useless as yourself have to offer me as compensation for this? Your dumbass pea-brain just spilled cheap red wine on my suit! My suit!" the blonde ranted, squeezing on her collar even more and nearly lifting her above her toes.

    One gruff man from the table she was trying to serve spoke up. "Lad, maybe tone it down a little—"

    "Don't address me like we're familiar. Keep your disgusting self out of this, pig." he glared at him, and then back at the waitress. When he realized how far on the edge he was because of her, he abruptly let go of her shirt, dropping her to the ground. The young multimillionaire cleared his throat, adjusted his tie, and looked down at her. "Not that your life's worth anything, but perhaps killing yourself is as ample of a compensation someone of your stature could ever hope to provide. Couchon."

    After that, and with the woman in tears, Louie began to take his leave of the guildhall, almost too disgusted to ever return to that place. He didn't even know why he bothered to come. To just talk to that jailbait? It wasn't worth the sort of trauma these commoners put him through! Several people watched him as he approached the grand doors, cursing under his breath in his native tongue and he marched through the swarm of people.

    How dare she... how dare she... me! Louie Calvin Klein! She had the nerve to spill such cheap wine on ME! These fools are idiotic! Moronic! Absolutely lost! They have no standards! Coming to this third-world country has been a mistake! Ugh! he vented to himself, speaking ill of "his guild" in his own mind.

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    connasse = dumb bitch

    jamais = never

    couchon = pig

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    Vandrad Ragnos
    Vandrad Ragnos

    Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Player 
    Lineage : Traveller of the Multiverse
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    Posts : 283
    Guild : Fairy Tail
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    Experience : 2,126,433

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Energy Monarch
    Second Magic: Ark of the Dread Masters
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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on 1st May 2020, 10:22 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
    Affordable Lessons (Vandrad/Open to Spectators) RJtajUnz_o

    Vandrad was not a hero, at least, he didn’t believe he was one. The standards that people painted about heroic types were so… beyond his comprehension. He saw no advantage in going out of his way to save people that were perfectly capable of saving themselves, or so he told himself. Strength had always been a powerful motivator for the Prince of Bellum and he had honestly believed at his core that to survive in this world, you had to be willing to put in the work. But he also knew that people were perfectly capable of reaching a lot in life and staying there, undesirous to push themselves further. That wasn’t necessarily for him but he held no disrespect towards those that had found a station and chose to get off. If they had found happiness, then all the power to them.

    But there was definitely one thing that turned him into a protector and it was the smug, arrogant slime that believed they were superior to others. Having been raised in the courts of Bellum, he knew very well what a person with an inflated opinion of themselves looked like. Bubbles of unwarranted confidence that seemed to float above the masses, scoffing and mumbling insults at how common they were in comparison to themselves. His family had always been humble and only shook their weight around for greater purposes of the realm. It had been all too evident when Sabine had been in Bellum that anyone that tried to act superior to others was going to find themselves lacking at the end of the day.

    Vandrad hadn’t expected to find that kind of attitude in Fiore -- at least, nothing too familiar to the royal galas of Bellum. Fairy Tail especially seemed to be more of a warm and welcoming home that brought in anyone that was willing to be loyal and work for their own care. Up to that point, all the members of Fairy Tail he had met had been friendly, forward and warm -- traits he didn’t embody himself but respected when it came to operating as both a guild and a business. He didn’t have any inkling of worried thoughts as he came into the guild hall, looking less worn than he usually did after a job. He walked up to the business counter and put the job flier down for the fairies, so that they could mark it off as complete. "Thanks,” he said to the being that took it from him, giving her a nod of gratitude. No one would accuse the Prince of being overly friendly ever but he was hardly ever spitting out insults, unless Mercury happened to be visiting.

    A loud crash caught his attention, his head swiveling over to look in the direction of the bar area, directly behind him. One of the waitresses had unfortunately had a bit of a tumble and spilled some wine on another one of the members of the guild. The man was, besides being wetted crimson, was another male that seemed far more pretty than butch. Truthfully, Vandrad wondered if he was one of the male sort that modeled on the side with wizardry being his main occupation. But seeing as he didn’t know the man personally, he let out a small breath and started to turn his attention back towards the fairies working. His mind was working its way towards what he wanted to do for dinner when a small yelp caught his attention, bringing his gaze back around.

    The woman had been trying to clean up the mess she had made but her attempts had been stopped by a forceful grasp of her wrist. The man she had accidently spilled wine onto was looking at her with such a look of fury that it was palpable in the air. But it wasn’t just that of having his outfit stained -- no, there was something deeper and more carnal in his eyes as they stared forward in almost unbelievable rage. The first words out of his mouth were full of a toxin so wretched that even Vandrad felt the savagery in them, as he insulted her both in Minstrel-speak and Common. He demanded to know if she truly understood how much the suit he was wearing cost, his head raising to look at her sharply. Before she could even answer, his other hand was snapping up to grab her by the collar and yanking her towards him, the girl barely managing to stay on her toes.

    Louie. She called him Louie as she apologized, the name registering in the deepest, darkest recesses of Vandrad’s mind as his body instinctively turned to face what was happening. The man continued, tearing into her with the words of a superior belittling a commoner. He demanded to know how he would be repaid, rattling off insults at her like it was second nature and, even worse, acceptable.

    The Prince was seething between clenched teeth, only halted when another man spoke up and attempted to disarm the situation before it got worse. All he got was vitriol shot in his direction for his efforts. Louie paused, apparently becoming painfully aware of just how much of a spectacle he was making. Finally he released the waitress, the poor girl falling to the ground. If all that wasn’t bad enough, if he hadn’t already said enough to make a miniscule mistake worse, Louie managed to collect himself and then, as a departing comment, he suggested the woman kill herself as perhaps the most minor recompense for her transgression.

    He wouldn’t get very far as he tried to leave. "Hey asshole,” Vandrad roared, silencing the already stunned room further. Fire spat from his eyes as he glared at his fellow guildmate, seeing past the pretty outside to the disgusting inside of Louie. He pushed himself from the business counter, walking directly into Louie’s path. "Allow me to get familiar, écume. If you think you’re going to walk out of here after that disgusting showcase, your ugly, arrogant face is going to get very familiar with the ground while I drag you wailing through the streets of Magnolia. You’re going to weasel yourself back over to that girl, apologize for being an insufferable, disgusting, useless mistake of a man and beg her forgiveness. Or this,” and as he said it, he reached out and tore the lapel right off the suit in one swift motion, sending it flying against the wall with a wet, wine-soaked splat.

    "Is the least of what I’m going to do to you.”







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    Louie
    Louie

    Alt Account- Richie Rich- Rich- Character Application Approved!- Player 
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    Post by Louie on 2nd May 2020, 4:23 am

    Louie was prepared to go home to his luxury suite in Capital Crocus, ready to vent away his vexations and all of his problems with a drink of far greater expense than the one that soaked his chest now. Such was the plan until a shorter, much brawnier man stepped into his immediate pathway while the other guildmates parted like the Red Sea for this infuriated entrepreneur.

    Louie glared at him with the same disgust as he looked upon the waitress with, but didn't stop walking. At the rate of his stride, he was expecting the man to move out of the way on his own after realizing how foolish and moronic it was to impede his path.

    "Out of the way, pig—" Louie commanded, but before he could finish, the rather gruff man had interrupted him with an insult he hadn't heard in a long time, and that alone was enough for the blonde to stop in his tracks. He couldn't believe what he had just heard, and as if that wasn't enough, the brawny man continued to barrage him with such crafty and yet berating insults that Louie was beginning to suspect that he may have been talking to the waitress this entire time, and not him. But seeing the fire in those filthy, small eyes of his made it clear that he was completely aware of who he was addressing. And finally, like icing on a bitter cake, the short man had the nerve to rip away the lapel of his suit, tearing it and tossing its stained fabric against—well, that didn't matter, now did it? All that mattered is that those ape fingers of his had even grazed his attire. Soiled, but still his own!

    The moment he felt that man's hand touch him, Louie's face hardened and crimson irises shrunk. Like a scalding hot pot of water, he could feel his rage begin to boil over. Or perhaps that was an understatement because, by the time the lapel and his attire had parted ways, Louie became visibly enraged. Tiny veins popped out from his temples, his delicate hands clenched together, and his ears became a little red.

    Louie faced down, his face hidden beneath the threads of his silky golden hair. His face seemed to be covered in shadows, much like his spirit right about now, and slowly, his face rose so that the venom—the raw malice in his eyes could fix on the man before him.

    "Ha...! Louie's malicious frown broke into a wicked smirk, his eyes glaring and brows still knitted. The blonde began to chuckle, peals of laughter falling from that venomous mouth of his and filling the silent room with his disbelief. "Me? Apologize to that thing? Ha... haha!" Louie laughed again, covering his face with his hand and pushing his hair back to reveal his jovial expression. Suddenly, in an instant, a golden magic circle appeared, and from it came a golden rapier—magnificent and shining. Louie only held it for a moment before suddenly lunging at the man before him, aiming straight for his throat. He aimed to kill. The laughter vanished instantly and was replaced with the true anger that had been lacing his eyes before.



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    connasse = dumb bitch

    jamais = never

    couchon = pig

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    Vandrad Ragnos
    Vandrad Ragnos

    Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Player 
    Lineage : Traveller of the Multiverse
    Position : None
    Posts : 283
    Guild : Fairy Tail
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 2,126,433

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Energy Monarch
    Second Magic: Ark of the Dread Masters
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on 4th May 2020, 10:34 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
    Affordable Lessons (Vandrad/Open to Spectators) RJtajUnz_o

    Louie certainly tried to get a word in edgewise, clearly still intent on spilling his venom to any that got in his way. Apparently something Vandrad had said, or perhaps just the motion of actually getting in his way, brought a swift silence to his objection. There was a look of disbelief on the pretty man’s facade as the Prince tore into him, viciously demanding reparations for the waitress or offering thinly veiled threats as rewards for ignoring the ultimatums. Vandrad topped it off by grabbing the lapel of Louie’s suit and tearing it off so neatly, one might have thought it came sans a single strip of fabric in the first place. The only evidence of its existence was the wet piece of cloth that was sliding down the wall of the building, destined to flop uselessly on the ground.

    Vandrad could feel the rage from the man -- it was even more choking than it had been before. But his own emotions were burning just as bright, clashing against the invisible aura of fury and pushing back with the same gusto. Vandrad stood there, stoic as ever, watching Louie’s veins visibly throb, raised on his flesh like tiny colored spiders buried beneath his skin. The pretty boy’s head fell, his locks framing his face in such a way that it cast a dark, ominous shadow. Was he intentionally trying to be intimidating or was that some side effect of whatever magic he had? A moment later Louie’s head rose again, fixating his cold but somehow still burning rubies upon the black onyx gems of Vandrad. He laughed, the kind of guffaw that one held when they needed to deem someone unworthy. The Prince knew it quite well. His chuckles continued before he asked if he truly meant him, asked if he was supposed to apologize to the waitress, which he so lovingly referred to as a thing.

    He laughed at the notion even stronger this time, reaching up to push his hair back. For a brief second, Vandrad was sure the pretty boy wasn’t about to do something extremely stupid and would just break into an angry tirade. That would have worked out far better for him. But the instant the golden magic circle took form, the Prince understood that Louie had almost certainly cracked. An exquisite rapier of the finest make, crafted out of pure gold, appeared in Louie’s hand, its radiance juxtaposed against the pretty boy with almost angelic grace. Then came the strike -- a furious stab with the intent of piercing Vandrad through the throat and ending the battle before it even began.

    Vandrad slid to the side, the sharpened point passing through the air where his neck had just been and missing his flesh by mere centimeters. At the same time, his arm shot out in a heavy punch, looking to catch the off balance pretty boy square in the stomach. He would follow through with his punching motion, his intent to send Louie flying back into the doors that led out to Magnolia. His aura roared to life, engulfing him in gold and crimson flames that seeped into his hair and eyes, imbuing them with a sheen not unlike a pure ruby. If Louie had managed to hit the door and fall through, he would find another kick aimed for his stomach. If the doors managed to hold against his weight, the poor lad could potentially be on the receiving end of a hard tackle, ripping the doors off of their hinges even as it was reduced to splinters.

    The Prince of Bellum would disappear for a quick moment, only to materialize several feet away from Louie. But the angered look on his face was gone -- now there was one of amusement and excitement. The bloodlust that he kept down outside of battle had awakened. "I was hoping you’d be as stupid as you look. With everyone watching, you attacked me first. Now whatever I do to you… it was in self defense.”

    “And I’m going to do a lot to you, couchon”







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    Louie
    Louie

    Alt Account- Richie Rich- Rich- Character Application Approved!- Player 
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    Post by Louie on 7th May 2020, 3:43 am

    While Louie had aimed for the throat, it was nothing but air that his brilliant rapier had pierced. Without a moment to think, he could feel the man's hard, bony knuckles ram into his stomach, lifting him off of his feet and sending him flying through the air like a missile until his delicate backside slammed into the grand doors that would grant anyone entry into the Guild Hall. At first, the doors were only nearly knocked off their hinges, but as another powerful kick swung into his stomach, both Louie and the doors were no longer held in place.

    Despite being tossed into the prying eyes of Magnolia like some punching bag, Louie still managed to land on his feet. His rapier had been stabbed into the ground, effectively keeping his balance during the confusing events that had just transpired. He looked at the ground, panting while looking at his hands, listening to the gruff man's taunts from just ahead.

    "Attacked? No, you deserve to die." Louie glared at him, his voice condescending and bitter. He began to stand up straight, plucking his rapier from the dirt beneath his feet and pointing it at the... albeit, a little different than before, but the same pig. "What makes you think you can touch me like that? Me! Louie Calvin Klein! The very dirt I walk on is worth more than your life ten times over! It's worth more than everyone here's combined! And to think you touched me... me! For someone who's mostly forehead, you've got a lot of balls, germe." The moment Louie said that, another magic circle began to cast beneath that man and would suddenly allow large spikes to burst forth from the ethereal symbol, attempting to skewer his foe in place.

    The look in the young blonde's eyes was an outrage, brewing in his gaze like a cauldron of boiling water. In one hand he held his rapier, and the other was clenching his stomach, trembling just enough for only Louie to notice. It felt as if his stomach had been crushed, along with the ribs around it, but it was hard to tell. Right now, Louie had been too vexed to even acknowledge his discomfort—he never even looked at his wound, only holding it. His eyes had never left the man before him.

    But every moment that passed that his ruby eyes sank onto that man's onyx ones, he felt his heart beat a little faster and his breaths become hot and quick. No one had ever raised a hand against him, and no one even dared to think of it. Was he really so barbaric that he thought this to be acceptable? Even thinkable?

    Louie's face became dark and revulsed by who he was looking at, beholding him like some creature or cretin who had done him some harm. It wasn't the usual anger that he expressed to ordinary miscreants who were too dumb to understand their wrongdoings, but a far more venomous vexation. "Disgusting... absolutely disgusting. And to think you've assaulted me all for a nobody like her. And when I'm the victim? You barbarians really all think the same! Pitoyable!"

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    pitoyable = pitiful

    germe = germ


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    Vandrad Ragnos
    Vandrad Ragnos

    Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Player 
    Lineage : Traveller of the Multiverse
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    Posts : 283
    Guild : Fairy Tail
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 2,126,433

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Energy Monarch
    Second Magic: Ark of the Dread Masters
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on 8th May 2020, 5:05 am

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
    Affordable Lessons (Vandrad/Open to Spectators) RJtajUnz_o

    Vandrad set his stance a bit away from Louie, his body easily shifting into a defensive one as he eyed the pretty boy. To his credit, the maniac had taken a punch to the gut and then another kick to the same spot and then had broken through the doors and forced them to swing the opposite way of their prime direction. Still, Louie managed to land on his feet, using his rapier as a foundation to keep himself from toppling over. The Prince delivered his words and was retorted quickly, the pretty boy claiming that he deserved to die. "Tsk,” Vandrad scoffed in amusement as the rapier snapped up to point at him. "If you think so high and mighty of yourself, then fine. I’ll give you one free shot. But I’m warning you; you better not throw it away.” He kept his on-guard stance but he didn’t budge as the man broke into a tirade, once more placing himself upon a pedestal above Vandrad and anyone else that deigned to be anywhere near them. And they had accumulated quite the audience, both from inside Fairy Tail and from passersby as well.

    Louie finished up his spiel with yet another alternative insult and then a magic circle sparked to life beneath his feet. Vandrad had only a moment to look down before the spikes came soaring up from the cobblestone, the sharp creations slamming into his stomach, his arm and into his leg. From a certain standpoint, he looked well and skewed, with his armor cracked and crumbling around the spike in his torso and the jumpsuit on his limbs torn. There was even a heavy trickle of blood that ran down each barb, indicating that Vandrad had, in fact, taken some damage from it.

    He stood there, his eyes shadowed as his head hung over his chest. Louie continued to rant and rave, calling him disgusting, painting himself as a victim and titling the Prince as a barbarian. "You stupid fool,” Vandrad hissed, his aura crackling to life once more around him. It flared up so distinctively that it ripped the spikes that had pierced themselves into his body to shreds, revealing the wounds beneath. Already his energy was working to heal the injuries, closing the bloody gaps. Vandrad’s head lifted to meet Louie’s, his own crimson eyes fuming with indignant disgust. "You attack an innocent girl, tell her to end her own life over a measly accident and you have the gall to call me a barbarian?” He kicked through the spikes in front of him as he marched towards Louie, hatred dripping from every word. "I’ve dealt with slobbering, gibbering oafs like you before. You paint yourself in this elegant light to hide just how truly disgusting you are. You pretty yourself up to hide the ugly, repulsive trash beneath the skin. Not even your magic is worthy of my time. That was your one shot and you wasted it.”

    He thrust a hand out, unleashing a beam of magic straight at Louie’s chest. But before it would even come within the proximity of the pretty boy, it would disintegrate into glittering particles. Yet Vandrad was gone, having teleported from his spot to behind Louie, his leg snapping out as he swung it down and in, aiming to trip the man and leave him displaced in the air for a moment. But it was a moment that the Prince would act upon, swinging both his arms down, clasped together at the hands, to attempt to slam Louie into the ground, further destroying the cobblestone street they had wound up on.

    Electricity crackled around Vandrad’s form as he glared down at his guild mate, snorting through a vile sneer. "I’m going to do you a favor, pretty boy. Since you went through all the effort of getting yourself dolled up, I’m going to help you show the world who you truly are. I will drag your face against the street, against buildings, against gravel, until it is nothing but blood and bone. I will rip away the facade and show this world who you truly are underneath. You want to be the victim -- I’ll make you a victim.”







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    Louie
    Louie

    Alt Account- Richie Rich- Rich- Character Application Approved!- Player 
    Lineage : Gold Rush
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    Experience : 20,111

    In Progress Re: Affordable Lessons (Vandrad/Open to Spectators)

    Post by Louie on 23rd May 2020, 10:16 pm

    His golden skewers pierced that man's flesh, no doubt about it. The blood gushed from his litany of wounds like anyone's would with those injuries, but as if wearing a bulletproof vest, he not only took that attack, but brushed it off like it was nothing. He marched forward, giving off his speech like Louie once had. It was obnoxious.

    Abruptly, a beam of magical energy shot forth at Louie's chest, but never connected with it. Just before it struck, it disintegrated into tiny particles, and yet the brutish man was nowhere to be seen. Before he was marching at him just in front, but now he had suddenly vanished like some sort of trick. But this was a land of magic, not tricks, and before the infuriated millionaire could realize what was happening, it was too late. In an instant, Louie could feel the man appear behind him, but just before he could turn around he felt his feet leave the ground, tripping and slamming his delicate, unblemished body into the cobblestone street below them.

    The blonde boy grit his teeth together, stifling the grunts of pain in his throat before they ever had a chance to escape into the ears of the brute violating him. If there was one thing his pride had done for him thus far, it was preventing him from ever letting out a sound of weakness.

    Louie looked up with ruby eyes wide with spite, meeting with the equally vile look on that man's expression. Was he actually enjoying this? He felt as if some massive bull were hovering over him, enjoying what he had just done—relishing in the atrocity he had just committed. For a moment, Louie was frozen with hate. Looking up at that man, he could feel his heart race and his blood boil over. Who was he? Who was he to do this to him? To violate him in such a way? As the man spoke, it was as if his threats went through one ear out the other.

    "You wouldn't dare, couchon." Louie cursed at him in a low, venomous voice, "You're nothing—you hear me? Rien. Compared to me, the only thing you have going for you is that mile-wide forehead. Lay one of your disgusting fingers on my face, and you'll be ruined. I'll make sure of that! I promise you that you'll regret it, couchon!"

    In a fit of hatred, Louie rose his head only to spit on or at that man's feet. His eyes didn't leave his as he slowly began to pick himself off of the ground, grabbing his rapier on the way. He could feel the damage done to his body when it slammed into the ground, feeling the weight of the damaged street pack into his ribs like heavy stones suffocating him. But he was good at hiding it. If not for the pact he made with Lady Twilight, he might have been dead right about now. But this fool could never kill him! Not him! Louie Calvin Klein! In what world would his blood be good enough to even kiss that man's flesh?

    "Rien."

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    Rien = nothing

    germe = germ


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