[O] A LITTLE PEACE OF heaven,

[EMILE LOUBET]

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you had my heart atleastforthemostpart 'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime Now possibilities I'd never considered, are occurring the likes of which I'd never heard. Now an angry soul comes back from beyond the grave, to repossess a body with which I'd misbehaved. Smiling right from ear to ear. Almost laughed herself to tears! }

[cs=2] The dark haired man gives a thoughtful noise under the watchful gaze of his servant. His hands clasped beneath his chin as he thinks over the options before him. One possibility could give a smooth creamy ending, but so could the other. Both are very rich, but each has their own taste. One is very light side to it while the other has a more darker side. He likes both of them, but it's always hard to choose between the two. He's known the lighter one for quite some time now, but after being acquainted with the darker one he's come to love them both the same. Yet that doesn't exactly help him in his problem since they both are equal in his opinion. One has a very rebellious side to it, but he also likes for a calm feeling. The man gives a sigh as he turns in his chair to look out towards the window. His body slouching at the turmoil that he had been dealt with. "I can't decide!" He cries out rather dramatically. The back of his left hand going to his forehead as he turns around with a defeated look on his face. "They're both so wonderful. My poor heart can't possibly choose between the two." A dramatic slump from the dark haied man into his chair, the maid gives a disgruntled sigh as she puts her hands on her hips. "Don't tell me you can't decide between which type of fillings you want for the crepes?" Still slumped in his chair with his eyes closed in defeat, he opens one eye to look at the maid with a sly smile before it disappears towards a troubled look. "Oh if only we had some strawberries, then my poor heart would not be tested. Oui, c'est thanksggiving pas rectifier?" Moans out the man as the maid only gives grunt as she turns to leave. "Fine, I'll see if can find any strawberries. Monsieur , Le Président Emile Loubet." She says over her shoulder as the door closes to leave Emile to his own device. Staying in that position until he is sure that the maid is gone, he rights himself and shuffles around with his paper work. Flicking a hair from his eyes he starts to go about his business. No one ever said being President would be easy, but it sure does have it's perks. It is only the mornings, but he still felt tired. He had not gotten much sleep due to the many recurring nightmares of his death. Now he had gotten to the idea that he'll have to die soon, but even then with all the mental prep it still is a scary sight to behold. He may be very good at hiding his emotions with a smile, but that's just it. He's a good actor. Nothing more. Though he's probably not the only one who has such horrid dreams of death. Dubois and Rousseau. Such a tragedy that such promising lads had their families ripped from their lives. He truly sympathized for the two at their loss and thinking of the two made him wonder what they were doing. It isn't long before the President starts to stare outside the window with a worried and tired look on his face. So many worries, so little time to correct them. Or at least he hoped he could crunch them in. WORDS: 571 TAGS ANYONE LYRICS A Little Peace of Heaven by Avenge Sevenfold NOTES DERP U:

[OLIVIER DUBOIS]

drinking champagne

drinking champagne, made by the angels
who go by the name, of glittering gabriel

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"Good day Monsieur Loubet!" A bubbly happy looking young man busted in through the oak double doors, his bright smiling dazzling throughout the room. Olivier DuBois was wearing a fitted white shirt, a red ribbon tied underneath his collar, black trousers, complete with a black top hat (with an additional red ribbon tied around it) laying on his brown locks. Inside his manor, Olivier was steady and tactful man, but in a social environment he shined brighter than the brightest diamond. Towards certain individual's he can come off as quite stand offish and conceited, but towards others he can be brilliantly charming. It just depended on when, where, and who.

On this particular day President Loubet called a meeting between the most powerful men residing in Paris; himself, Lazare Rousseau, and Olivier DuBois. Why were those two so important? Well for starter's, Lazare's family owned the Paradis Wine Co. A brand of wine that's absolutely famous throughout all of France, not to mention it tasted absolutely heavenly. As for the DuBois, their fame lied with men and women's fashion, specifically La Femme Co. & Le Mari Co. But the multitude of wealth that surrounds the two individual's weren't the only reason's as to why they were called their today. About a year ago, the Rousseau and DuBois family suffered through a massacre, which happened to occur on the exact same day. Quite recently, these murderers have returned and began killing more of Paris' elite. Such a pity. The World's Fair was coming up, and President Loubet wanted to make sure everything was safe and steady. He commissioned the help of these two men because he knew they were capable of dealing with the threat of impending the death. The President himself was a very frantic and paranoid man, always worrying about something or other.

Nonetheless, Olivier respected his President and even went so far as to adhere to his outgoing personality. Even though one day he'd be forced to kill him, the heir quite enjoyed the easy going attitude of France's leader. Unlike Lazare, who took everything so seriously, Olivier liked to make any sort of situation better with a smile and a laugh, no matter how grave or serious it happened to be. "I hope you don't mind. Your disgruntled maid let me in." He smiled and placed a hand on his hip, excited for the upcoming chit chat that was to transpire. "Oh my, it looks like Lazare will be the last one to arrive. How unprofessional. Tis the attitude of a commoner!" Olivier laughed in a jolly manner before sitting down on one of the finely crafted chairs stationed in front of the Loubet's desk.

Versailles was a wondrous and beautiful place he loved to visit. On specific instruction, Thomas was to wait outside the palace (in the carriage) until he business has been concluded. To think that one day he'd be able to reside in this palace and call it his own. Even though such a victory will be short lived, it will be an amazing experience to have his soul eaten in such a suitable place.

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[EMILE LOUBET]

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you had my heart atleastforthemostpart 'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime Now possibilities I'd never considered, are occurring the likes of which I'd never heard. Now an angry soul comes back from beyond the grave, to repossess a body with which I'd misbehaved. Smiling right from ear to ear. Almost laughed herself to tears! }

[cs=2] The President's honey eyes look intently on a certain spot. Many could say that the expression on his face held a thoughtful and weary look to it; his mind still thinking over the many subjects that he would need to talk about with DuBois and Rousseau. The homicide cases worried him, because not only did the case threaten his own life but many other Paris Elites. As much as he would love to think that the common people were pillars of their country that did all the labor, many Paris Elites held dinosaur companies that have been the base of this country for so long. Once you cut the head of a snake off it's dead. Then time erodes away the rest of the body as France would if any more families were killed. Not only that, but it would scare away many tourists in France and make the World Fair a complete mess! Fear is bubbling in the streets of the country, and as President of the French Republic. It is his duty to make sure that this massacre does not continue. Well really it is the police's job, but sometimes matters must be taken care of by professionals and not bumbling idiot police men. Thinking about it, this matter could be used in a good hand. With the right cards he may just be able to push for a stronger military presence, or even law enforcement at least. Crime rates might go up because of this case. Which means all further information or incidents need to be taken care of silently and as quickly as possible. Emile is shaken from his worrying thoughts to look towards the bubbly DuBois with a surprised look on his face. Quickly shaking the look off he gives the man a smile motions for DuBois to come more. "Monsieur DuBois! Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to see me." Emile says with enthusiasm with his arms wide open in welcoming towards the young man. His own outfit consisting of his usual white shirt, cravat, black tailored coat, black pants and black boots. His own usual mess of black hair pulled back a bit with a blue tie, the rest of his untied hair at curves of his face. Giving a chuckle in reply at DuBois' comment on about his disgruntled maid. She usually is, considering the Emile had adopted a random schedule that never went as it should be planned. Merely out of paranoia or he might just get a kick out of seeing his many household servants running around like headless chickens because he's disappeared. They seem to take these murder cases seriously, which is heart warming, but how could he not take these chances to mess with him? He's safe as long as he has Lucia, even if he may not trust her completely he can trust the contract. Taking out his pocket watch, he opens it with a flick as he reads the time as a sly smile appears on his face to be replaced with a simple genuine smile. "I do hope that Monsieur Rousseau did not get lost! I remember when I first came into office I found myself lost in the hallways for days!" Emile recalls with a attentive look on his face. He always had someone accompany him in the hallways, because surely theses halls change all the time! Or the President of France is directionally challenged! For he could never find his way alone, maybe on rare chances, but he would always end up towards the dead part of the mansion. "Ah that reminds me! Where is your butler, ah....Tom was it? Isn't he usually by your side or was it Monsieur Rousseau that would always have his butler at his side?" Emile says offhandedly. Leaning forward in his desk to cup his hands on his face and look at the ceiling. "hmmm..I feel like an old man." Emil says with a laugh as he leans back in his chair. Loubet had always been a patient man, so he didn't mind waiting for Lazare to show up. Now how long Olivier could sit in that chair without raising another question at Lazare's absence is a mystery to the president. He didn't mind chatting while he waited. WORDS: 715 TAGS Olivier and Lazare ! LYRICS A Little Peace of Heaven by Avenge Sevenfold NOTES Hi!

[LAZARE ROUSSEAU]

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Oh, this was shameful. Manor duties and other trivialities had left Lazare with a headache and his mansion in nigh chaos. He never really caught where things had started going wrong, nor did he so much as care as to why the rose garden near his bedroom had been set on fire, but the Rousseau figurehead had not cared of faults and blames, so he had gotten the most persuasive character in the entire household to take care of the problem. Malachi had served well, but unfortunately had been left behind in the house to clean up after the servant’s mess, leaving Lazare to go to the President’s manor all by himself.

And thus, the blue-haired man arrived to the Versailles estate, stepping out of his carriage and waving the driver to wait for him where the other carriages. The horses galloped their spritely stride and settled where the driver eventually told them to stop.

The man walked through glyphic doors and decorated hallways as he passed maids, butlers, and servants alike. They would bow to him and call him by name – of course they knew who he was – and he would quickly wave off the formalities with a kind smile. It was flattering, but he did not like to linger on such gestures. His steps quickly took him through known twists and turns, until the point where a kind maid allowed him through the doors.

He first saw Olivier, and after a moment of scrutiny, he saw the President. Lazare, fixed the ruffled cuffs around his wrists and adjusted the neat black suit he wore on his lithe frame. The man sighed softly and offered a bow. “My apologies for arriving late. I was caught up in business matters. Did I miss anything, Mr. President? Mr. DuBois?” His response was curt, quiet, and formal. That was Lazare, a man of many priorities, and with tunnel-vision for them all.

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[OLIVIER DUBOIS]

drinking champagne

drinking champagne, made by the angels
who go by the name, of glittering gabriel

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"No problem, your excellency." Olivier flashed his million dollar and crossed his legs while waiting for Lazare to arrive. When the President asked him about his butler, the head of the DuBois household let out a small chuckle; "Thomas is waiting outside, inside the carriage." He tilted his head and noticed Emile's secretary wasn't by his side, in her usual stance. Lucia Martin. For some reason the woman made Olivier a bit uneasy and he didn't know why. Something about the permanent smug look on her face made him wonder about the mysteries surrounding the French Republic. Although at times Monsieur Loubet acted like a complete simpleton, he was no saint. Brittle skeleton's lurked deep inside his boudoir, that was no mistake. "And where's your secretary Lucia? I did want to say hello." Perhaps the President requested for a closed meeting between the individual's directly involved in the matter? It probably was better that way.

When Monsieur Rousseau came through the double door's of Emile's office, Olivier couldn't help but clap his hands in excitement. "Look whose arrived! Now we can finally begin the meeting." The man chuckled to himself and placed both hands on the arm rests of his chairs. The man was sticking clock wound up too tight; even though he arrived tardy, Lazare kept his composure as well as the air of professionalism around him. Dead pan like. Did he even have a soul that could be eaten? "Keeping your president waiting Monsieur Rousseau. You should be more respectful of his time." Olivier cracked a wide grin at the blue haired man; Lazare always brought out his childish side. He loved jeering at him, taunting him, laughing at him. He was an anti-social individual, incapable of having a conversation with someone without provoking them to cry. Honestly there was no need to be so sour faced all the time.

"So this meeting," Joking aside, it was time to cut down to business. "I'm assuming it deals with the upcoming World's Fair in conjunction with the recent murders?" Who was responsible for the killings? Who has took it upon themselves to curse the Parisian streets with blood and fear? The mystery was plainly there, however the solution remained shrouded in darkness. There hasn't been any direct eye witnesses, those who've seen something only saw the shadows quickly move into the darkness. No defined shape. No way of determining gender. The case was practically unknown.

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[EMILE LOUBET]

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you had my heart atleastforthemostpart 'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime Now possibilities I'd never considered, are occurring the likes of which I'd never heard. Now an angry soul comes back from beyond the grave, to repossess a body with which I'd misbehaved. Smiling right from ear to ear. Almost laughed herself to tears! }

[cs=2] Emile only gave the Dubois scion a soft smile at his reply. Where is Lucia? Ah yes, Lucia. The President's 'buter' that he attained since the beginning of his presidency. She had always been an interesting woman, shady actually. He didn't mind really. Her personality may be cruel, but that is what makes her so interesting. Entwining his fingers together with a smile that held many secrets Emile does not answer Olivier instantly. Instead he gives a look that would make anyone even more curious as to where the lady butler is. His expression almost seemed mysterious before he broke the look with a laugh and a bigger smile. "I don't know~" Emile says truthfully. Their little moment is broken as Lazare finally decides to show up as his doors are opened to reveal the young man. The man straightening his clothes to be presentable towards the President. Emile gives no indication to be bothered by Lazare's lateness, but continues to smile. Watching Olivier clap and obviously demeaning Lazare for being late, the President couldn't help but join into the little fun. "Nonsense, Monsieur. We were only discussing how much precious time had been wasted waiting for you~" Loubet says with a straight face as he moves a pen idly to the other side of his desk. Straightening the papers to a corner as well before folding his hands neatly on the table. He gives no indication that he was making a joke, but then again. The President's jokes have always been dry and hard to read. Maybe he's just old. Turning his attention to Olivier, Emile nods his head at the man's question. Though as much as he would love to spend his time inviting people over for no reason, he didn't have the time to do such things. The time he had for were important things that needed to be dealt with. "That is correct, Monsieur Dubois." Emile says as he reaches into his pocket to pull out a pocket watch. Flipping it open he looks at the time as a smile appears on the man's face. Pushing back his chair suddenly, the Parisian gets up as he walks around his table towards the door. Opening the double door fully, to hit any poor servant standing behind it, and puts his hands on his hips as he turns to look at the two. "Now if you two would follow me, we have business to talk about." Turning back around, without waiting to see if the two would follow him he begins his aimless trek through the mansion. "As I'm well aware you two know, there have been several cases of homicide in Paris. All the victims Elite Parisians, as we would call them, that have been murdered for unknown reasons. No letters were left, nary a single witness, and the perpetrates don't seem to have any indication of stopping soon." Emile begins as he takes a turn, passing by many household servants that seem to be carrying something or doing something to clean the mansion up a bit. "What makes matters worse is the upcoming World Fair." Emile says with a tired tone to his voice. He may be repeating information they already knew, but he felt it necessary for them to realize that this is serious. Loubet rubs his tired eyes with a worried look on his face. "You both lost many family members to a tragety a year ago, and it may be connected." He says. "I fear what we are dealing with are not human, because no human could commit such heinous crimes." Or that's what he liked to believe. WORDS: 605 TAGS Olivier and Lazare ! LYRICS A Little Peace of Heaven by Avenge Sevenfold NOTES Nay, it's all good~

[LAZARE ROUSSEAU]

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Two pairs of eyes felt as thow they bore into his frame. Lazare’s cyan eyes narrowed ever so slightly at Olivier with his banter and childish antics, which to some extent were endearing – like a child whose mother had left him astray to do as he so pleased. The man’s mouth moved to a slanted line, accentuating his already sharp features with a strange air of discord. He was used to being belittled and poked and prodded at by Olivier, but he never took the liberty to answer back with some equally demeaning comment. Today, he decided to act differently from his previously set path of normalcy. His blank slate expression twisted into a rueful grin, an expression seldom used unless around his family or close companions, and shook his head in Monsieur DuBois’ direction. “Yes, truly, shame on me to leave the President alone in your company.” He turned to the president with a more cheerful smile, catching on to the joke in his own little way. “I apologize, Monsieur. I will make sure to watch my time for the next occasion to save you from the torture.” A leering smirk was directed to Olivier before returning to his subdued aura and approaching in his respective seat.

Of course, the World Fair. Fingers drummed against the fine lacquered wood of the chair, his eyes drawn to the floor through a pensive stare. Murders and crimes were specialties for the DuBois and the Rousseau family. These recent crimes had left them both frozen in stupefaction, however, and that did not sit well with the blue-haired man – and neither with Olivier, he suspected. Not a single clue, not a single piece of evidence had surfaced to even lead them towards a plausible suspect. They had nothing, and, to be frank, the feeling of empty hands made him fidgety and uncomfortable. So much, in fact, that he had spent the past couple of nights up searching through crime scene reports looking for the slightest trace of usable evidence. It was no surprise he had once again been left with nothing. “The fact that these murders are so perfect leave enough room for suspicion of foul play.” He mused aloud, glancing at both men in the room with a serious, piercing look.

“But hunches aside, and the World Fair in mind, I think we should consider a guarded perimet--” His voice caught in his throat and choked at the mention of his family’s murder. Pale features drenched in a faint rouge, repugnance and ire making his fists clench enough to leave his knuckles pallid. A small shudder rushed through his spine, and he raised his fist to cough and clear his throat, regaining his composure despite a bit of trouble. “Pardón. I was caught off guard. But, Président Loubet, I’d like to say comment on the fact that a grotesque nature and a heinous imagination is what sets humanity as a distinct race. Any of us could have more beautiful dreams than any angel, and more disturbing thoughts than any demon could muster.” He was straight-faced as he spoke, as always, but his tone rung with a distinctive finality – it was chilling, at best, even to himself.

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[OLIVIER DUBOIS]

drinking champagne

drinking champagne, made by the angels
who go by the name, of glittering gabriel

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The DuBois family head couldn't help but breakout into laughter; "Now that's more like it! Where has this Lazare been? Hiding under a rock? I do enjoy him. Please let him play awhile longer." he jeered. Normally the blue haired cockeroach liked to keep things civil and ignore his comments, but today there was some bark in his bite. Lovely. A lovely meeting indeed. Shaking his head, he allowed Lazare to pick at him, by stating his company was no better than torture. Really now? How original. "Horrible, isn't it?" he whispered under his breath with a smile. The honorable Rousseau knight then went on and on about the evil lurking inside the crevices of Paris. Then the president began speaking, voicing his concerns that these murders were of a supernatural nature. Olivier had a suspicion, but it's not something he could entirely confirm as of yet.

"Humans are the most dangerous creatures of them all." he stated darkly. "they are capable of anything, with enough reason. They are puppets that can be easily swayed by any number of negative influences." There weren't many innocent people left in the world, especially with demons and god knows what else roaming around the city streets. Olivier was no where near innocent, no where near purity. His soul has already been damned to a demon, life without any hopes of pleasure or delight, just so he could please his parents, his name. Lazare was the exact same way, doomed forever. It made the game the two played with each other much more fun and interesting. They wouldn't be able to live long, so it meant they had to cram about a life time of acheivement and acitivty into a couple years. How saddening.

It was a bit eerie how strangely okay Olivier was with his impending fate. He wasn't sure how Lazare let it effect him, but he seemed to be at some sort of peace with his own situation. What could that blue rat be thinking on his free time? Different ways he could protect the general public? Hah! Live for justice, die by justice. Monseiur Rousseau couldn't protect Paris forever, that much was certain. "A perimeter you say? I guess that isn't such a dreadful idea." Olivier shrugged and put his arms up; "Definitely there should be a huge security check point at the Tower Effiel. It is the entrance into the World's Fair and everyone will have to pass through there in order to reach the main exhbit." Planning this out wasn't that hard, it was common sense!

Where his parent's murderers going to try and cause trouble at the festivities? Olivier hoped so. He hoped they'd come so he can challenge whoever dare slander his family name and extinguish the life out of said individual (or individuals) for all time. It'll will do nothing but assure the young man's confidence for when he is crowned King of France.

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