Oscar François de Jarjayes (versaillesrose) wrote in angellogs, @ 2014-01-20 17:34:00 |
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Current mood: | hopeful |
Who: Azelma and Oscar
When: After Oscar's post of confusion
Where: The Place de La Bastille, Paris
What: A bit of a rescue!
Warnings: Oscar's coming in from her death at the storming of the Bastille. There WILL be blood.
Between ordering the canons to be fired, looking to Alain and the rest of the men to give final orders, and fervant prayers repeated in her mind that the people have success, Oscar had not given much thought to dying other than a vague surprise that it had hurt a bit more than she'd imagined. Oscar was a soldier, and had done her best to show no pain in front of the men she commanded, and had been happy in the knowledge she would see her Andre once again, but somehow, between closing her eyes there, and the point where she'd expected he would come to her in heaven, the Commander had found herself in a new world.
Unable to stand yet, for fear of dislodging the musket ball she felt inside her, she HAD shifted to sit, explored the strange device in front of her, and found that she could make contact with someone, though the woman she spoke to was from a future some years after her. The circumstances were strange, as she'd been advised, and that was to be seen easily enough in the people who wandered past and starred at her, as if she were a part of the show, but, if this was some new world, then perhaps it was where Andre had been sent instead. She'd hope for that, and look for him once she was out of danger of immediately dying then, and was glad that she'd been offered help, which she waited for now, sword unsheathed at her side, uniform bloodied and torn, but ready, almost, to see what might be found of those she knew here now.