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"~ Made of something stronger ~"
(France)
# Statistics
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Watching: 301; Pageviews: 46336; Comments Made: 16537; Friends: 301
# Interests
Favorite bands / musical artists: Musical artists? I-I should say my bells... ^^Favorite books: the Holy Bible, Latin lessons, Gothic histories
Tools of the Trade: Carving knives
# About me
Images used on this account are copyrighted by the Walt Disney Company
The Humble Hunchback's Dearest Family
High Minister of Justice of Paris
Judge Claude Frollo
He now calls him by Father... no longer Master. Of giving forgiveness for the past, Quasimodo deeply loves and is protective over the Minister, knowing the evils surrounding them both and that will never cease to leave them and their home alone... He would side with the Minister, but sadly, if something is not right either by spite or an enchantment, Quasimodo would actually fight against Frollo but only when he truly has to. But his love for his only family is very strong, even stronger than stone. Even after all that is said and done, forgiveness and closure had gone a long way to the point that they are truly family, even though they are not by blood. Quasimodo is aware that Frollo has a number of enemies and even people who are not so fond of him because of his ways. Many don't see just how close the bell ringer is to the Minister of Justice.
Sarah Will de Paris
This child was the first to come up to him without a repulse or hatred and had instead bestowed upon his cheek, a kiss. Something he never was given. As time passed, she grew greatly close to him and unknown to him, she still grieves for her father's death at war and finds healing for her grief in Quasimodo, seeing her father's love coming from him. To him, he deeply loves her as if she was a daughter to him....
La Esmeralda, the Enchanting Kindness
She was the first person to ever show him kindness in his life besides the teachings and nurturing of Frollo. When he expected a slap, he got a towel to his cheek, wiping away a tomato. He risked his life to save her from his own father's odd tyrrany and vows still to protect her, forever more. At first, he was very besotted by her... by beauty and kindness. An angel. But she has her own path and he highly respects her. She is a fierce, fierce friend to him and he would, even now, protect her to the death.
The Young King Arthur, Born of England
The young boy who stood by his side and he is doing the same, being there for one another. Their bond has grown as strong as a large bell's voice to the point that Quasimodo counts Arthur as family. It had been given to him by the Minister, the very truth of Arthur's future and fate... Quasimodo is one of the very few who actually know the one thing Arthur was never aware of, that Pendragon is the heir to the throne of England. But that is not reason why Quasimodo is so protective and close to him...but it has a much deeper, fonder meaning than that... He is counted as a family member to the bell ringer, a brother. One of the greatest fears Quasimodo has is to see the lad hurt or in danger, or used.
Dear Friends
These are the good people, fairy, animals... well, anyone with a good spirit that Quasimodo trusts and holds dearly to his heart. Each and every one.
Acquaintances
These are sorts the bell ringer is unsure of when it comes to alignment and he doesn't judge them by what they do. Yet he does not know them well enough to call them friends just yet.
The loyal, rough edged war horse who belongs to the Minister of Justice. Willfull, strong and full of dignity, he reluctantly obeys the hunchback due to the grief they both recently have from the Minister's murder. As of late, they stay with each other as long as this stallion's demands are met.
Questionable Strangers
The Arabian Magician
He had seen him once and he had seen him again and this time he had sent him a very strange note asking for him to do a task. He appeared to Quasimodo who seemed to had been offended by Maleficent as well. Not knowing the whole truth and his distrust to the Arabian, Quasimodo declined boldly. Revenge and hatred only ruined life and there was no gain from it. He declined to assist in capturing and hurting the one Dark Fairy who had given many offenses. His true task is to try and forgive her, despite her heinous acts. Quasimodo is very wary of this character, or as his father states 'an enemy of the faith'.
Enemy Mine
The PuppetMaster
This man runs an oddity train with the most rarest of beasts, but he saw a good reason to actually add a human being to his collection, which happened to have been Quasimodo when he fled his home in grief. With the use of a cursed artifact, magical and binding, the Puppetmaster had used it on the Hunchback to keep him obedient, quiet and captive. Quasimodo doesn't remember how long he remained with the train but the truth was that he was trapped there for more than six weeks. Quasimodo got away with the aid of a friend, but she was lost after a chase, which left Quasi even more protective of his loved ones.
Lady Maleficent, the well known powerful Dark Fairy
Sad and painful memories seem to plague him and his judgement for her is not entirely sound.... He was brutally controlled and used against his own father. Every now and then she shows up, each encounter, he learns more...
The past he and the Minister had with this ancient spirit, known to be a fairy of sorts, was always nothing but a threat. Each encounter with her, always a near death experience. To his belief, she is a pawn of the Evil One himself, the Devil. He deeply detests her and her ways and had tried many a time to touch a better part of her corrupted soul, but no avail. She had filled him with hate for her and he has the ambition to see the end of her as many do. Yet, he is trying so hard to find it in his heart to forgive her, like he had done for Constance. After the event of her return with the Minister after facing the Arabian...he had learned a single thing... She was once a winged spirit... a beauty for all to see, now broken and scarred. He means to never speak of what he learned and that she had shown true gratitude to him and the Minister. Recently, after a very vivid dream and the proof that it may have been real had left him severely sad, uncertain and scared; Seeing her innocence and knowing how she is now, he is still to be careful, distant and respectful. He fears that the promise he made will have a terrible consequence. He doesn't plan on telling of the proof he has, keeping them hidden.
# Comments
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The sounds of bells ringing nearby had gotten a young girl's attention as she was walking through Paris. Being curious as to where those sounds were originating from, she glanced around and soon noticed what she figured was a church of sorts. She then entered inside and began to head for the source of the sound.
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The great chorus that lured her in the first place all originated way up high in the Northern tower alone, so she had to find the stairway that would lead her there.
Soon enough, those bells soon went quiet before people began to sing a low tone through out the church...
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She was fascinated to say the least upon seeing the inside and then hearing the singing. "I've so got to check out the bell tower." She said to herself, but remaining fairly quiet not wanting to disrupt the service. Quietly, Adyson made her way around and soon found a staircase which she assumed would lead her directly to the bell tower.
Removing her camera from her pocket, the plan was to find the bells and snap a picture for her memories since she had never been to Paris before and wasn't sure when the next time would be. The girl scout then began to scale the stairs at a steady pace, still trying to keep quiet in case it was an restricted area.
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"Hello, Quasimodo!" Esmeralda's eyes were glancing, she was very glad to have catched a glimpse of the bellringer - this had not been easy because Disney World was filled with visitors.
"What do you think, which place shall we visit at first?" she asked. "Maybe the castle of Sleeping Beauty?"
((Do you wish just to visit the parc and have fun? Or maybe Esmeralda and Quasimodo have got a plan.... maybe there is an evil Disney villain who wants to take over the parc or is plotting something and they both try to prevent that (then maybe we could ask another role-player here to RP with us).))
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(I say, let us start with the intention to have fun, but someone is plotting something, maybe? >v>)
This was something truly remarkable! Never had he seen something so lovely! Quasimodo was a bit transfixed on the castle far ahead of them as he thought up some wonderful ideas.
"How do they m-make her seem so big? She's beautiful~" he spoke while an array of music filled the street of Main Street U.S.A.
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(Ah yes, okay! 
"This is a good question... I don't know - but I'm currently only enjoying the view of this castle.." Esmeralda was in a good mood, this was a place where everything seemed to be perfect and worries were far away.
"I have an idea, Quasi, but only if you like it.... what do you think of buying two of those funny Disney caps for us? They have a lot of different caps and even different characters." *The gypsy girl glanced at the side of the main Street, there was a seller who offered a whole bunch of Disney ears and other headpieces*
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((Hello! 
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[That sounds great!! XD]
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It was a rather beautiful morning in Paris with work starting anew at the break of dawn. It was typical for this one family to be one of the many that began their work right when the sun chose to show her face. One little girl was having some trouble being motivated to get out of her cot. She was a spunky little one and she loved to play games... so when her father entered the room, the man had found that there was no child lying on that bed...
"Oh, my... Has it happened again?" the Hunchback spoke, with laughter in his voice.
A spry little giggle came from underneath the bed as he began to sneak up on her. With those strong, warm arms, he took her into them having her break into a mess of giggles!
"And I thought you were too tired to play. What do we have here?" Quasimodo chuckled as he helped her upright again.
[ Yee! We'll start here, you can write Frollo's morning ;3]
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*Claude Frollo was someone used to awake before the sunrise, before dawn when sometimes a few stars and even the moon could still be seen over the firmament. However, he often would be sullen and irritable on an early morning, especially those times he would rouse amongst papers and pending documents that were used, unwillingly, as pillows. Temper would not improve until he had consumed the first cup of the sacred beverage of pleasant aroma and that enjoyable bitter-sweet taste.*
*Today, regardless of the coffee, Frollo was on high spirits at the prospect of the scheduled activities. Once cleaned and properly dressed on a long indigo tunic -yes, he sported civilian attire- the elderly man headed to the Services at the Sainte Chapelle, followed by a meeting with his colleagues, the Honourable Magistrates. Work and orders were delivered and with that, the veteran went to the stables to be reunited with his precious steed Amélie. Soon enough, the companions left la Conciergerie behind but not because they were set to patrol the streets of Paris. The truth was that the Minister of Justice had designated this day to be spend at the side of his beloved family.*
[ Your post was so cute!
Frolls and Amélie will soon arrive to Quasi's home on my next reply, I think that later in this RP I would be able to have Frolly give Isa the drawing notebook he did for her ;w; ]
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It was basic routine for the Frollo family on this particular day. Upon waking up to breakfast and washing up, Isabeau stuck to her father's side. He would take her to his shop and for about six times through out the day, he would let her join him as he would ring the bells for the city of Paris.
Isabeau knew today was something special, for father had given her a new carving to where about her neck. It was the representation of a butterfly, painted in blue. She also painted another one, but this one was special gift... for Grand Papa. He was coming to visit them, despite such a hefty work schedule. As if their own was busy enough. Father had to walk long ways, but that hardly bothered her as long as she got to see and speak with him through out the today.
Now was the time to go back home, for Grand Papa was well on his way to greet them.
[Gift exchanges!! 
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*The Minister of Justice travelled on horseback, riding at high speed through the Rue de la Calandre, the Percheron galloping as fast as wind itself. Some citizens could not approve the veteran's manoeuvres but then again, the Minister seemed to be always on a rush regardless of his age. A turn to the right and the companions crossed the bridge of Petit Pont, the street ahead led them towards a house near the Seine's shore. Before long, they reached the home of Quasimodo, and it seemed they arrived on time for dinner.*
*Upon they arrival, Frollo descended from his steed and headed directly to the entrance, followed by the Amélie; she had to be set on the stables but first she as well wished to greet the family. Waiting no more, the veteran knocked on the door.*
[ Indeed! Aawww, Isa!
I failed to tell where Quasi's house is located, only that was near the Notre Dame and the Seine, but I kind of set it outside la Ile de la Cite because I realized that the street near Quasi's shop in the map is placed near Rue de Glatingy with all the taverns! So I set it far from that, hope is okay but plase do tell where the house is and I will edit my post. ]
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Indeed, someone was home to greet him. A sweet young mother with almost curly, golden locks opened the door and smiled at him.
"Oh! Master Frollo~ You've arrived just on time."
(Oh he and Isa are on their way home from their morning routine from the shop. She loves to go with him!
No need, my friend! The shoppe is not far from the homestead at all. 
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"Ah, peace be with you and to reign at your home, my sweet Madeleine!" *Frollo's joyous greeting was followed by quiet whining from the white mare who promptly reached forward to nuzzle the young woman* "So glad, for a moment I feared we would be late.... Quasimodo and Isabeau are yet to return from work, I suppose. So, would you grant me permission to take Amélie to the stables?"
[ Aawww, so they are to arrive soon!
Thank you for all the favourites! 
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Madellaine kindly granted Amelie's wish by stroking the sweet mare upon the nozzle. "Oh, don't you worry, sir. Of course, our Amelie deserves all the best. Here, allow me to help you!"
As she was about to assist Claude Frollo, there was another huff from another horse. A pony, to be exact, pulling a now empty delivery cart. A child was sitting at the front as a very familiar Hunchbacked Woodcarver led the pony along to the safest side of the road beside the home.
(Which is now. X3
Aw, you're so welcome!! 
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"We are very grateful, Madeleine!" *replied Frollo, grabbing hold of the reigns* "... Oh, I have to unload a package I brought, wine and some---...." *the elderly man was saying, when a delivery cart approached to the house, led by the bell ringer of Notre Dame and he was in the company of his precious daughter. Frollo received them with open arms* "... Welcome home, son and my dear Isabeau!"
[ Thanks, the cuteness and feels! 
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Isa was too eager to wait for her Papa to get her down from the cart, of course and amazingly hopped down to run to her Grandfather's open arms!
[YAS!
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*The morning had gone and with the exception of some inconveniences from a rainy weather, everything was quiet, this had been a good day for the royal guards of the XIV patrol. Those times of wars were over - for now, and France was in peace; nonetheless, it's capital was very well guarded by the Minister of Justice and his soldiers. It was past Vespers, night would soon befall over Paris and the guard were about to end their rounds. Marching across the streets of la Ile de la Cité, the guards headed towards the Palace of Justice, where they would be relieved of duties by a new batch of sentries.*
*However, they soon noticed a scene that could not be ignored: there was a group of people gathered at a corner. If this was because a performer -a gypsy most likely, the soldiers were ready to kindly remind the artist and the small crowd about the curfew. Once they got closer, they realised something was amiss. Instead of songs and cheering, they heard clamours of despair. *
"Make way! Step aside, give way, don't interfere with the enforces of law! Very well, what is the meaning of this commotion?--..." *yelled the Sargent, but he froze at the sight before him. He recognised the red haired man to be Quasimodo, who appeared to be battered and in addition, that little girl was the woodworker's daughter.* "Quick, go bring reinforcements!" *the Officer began to deliver orders* "... And you men, secure the area, ni one leaves until we got some answers!" *With that, the Sargent and other two guards, went to the bell ringer and Isabeau so to assist them. Knowing so well to which House this family belonged, whoever had done this shall burn.*
"Bell ringer?..... Don't move, easy... are you hurt? ...."
( I am so sorry for being late! I am posting here so I am no cause of more delays on this wonderful story.
Also, I am on my mobile, so is probable that there are mistakes I will be editing. )
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Quasimodo’s entire deformed frame felt as if it was on fire, along with the thoughts shooting through his mind, of the horrid thoughts and wishes that he wanted to fall upon the dreadful soulless woman who dared to do this. There was a haze over his eyes as if the world was thrown into a dim fog, as his head pounded painfully and stones began to settle within his chest and stomach. His hearing was deeply muffled as he was asked a specific question.
The Bellringer deeply groaned as he tried to stand up, painfully, but to no avail.
“I-… I don’t know…” was the croaking answer. Those words made the child even more upset as she tried to push him. The other child was not responding to her pleas, so she slapped her hand away so that she could try on her own again!
“Please~ help!” the child squeaked, clearly traumatized.
A few men tried to reach to help the man, but there may have been a certain miscommunication. It looked like, to him, that someone was about to snag the child’s fragile, thin arm. Quasimodo gave a deep growl and lunged at one of the soldiers who only wished to ask about the events. But the crowd was silenced by this. What happened that would cause the usually soft-spoken, tenderhearted Quasimodo who they knew and trusted to act out like this...??
Isabeau did not know that her father was going to do that and had to jump away from him… purely shocked.
[Here we are my Queen, the continuing of the Tale ~ ]
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Alette hesitated for some moments, she wasn't sure what to do or how to react. Finally, she took some careful steps forward toward her friend and the bellringer, pondering about the circumstance that the strengh of her small body would not be enough to pull up the heavy weight of Isabeau's father. He had taken some steps, but then placed himself on the ground of the street without the intention to walk further. When Alette carefully raised her hand, her reaction seemed to be be too late for Isabeau since the girl with pigtails felt her hand being slapped away by her good friend, which made her even more confused. Then she heard the loud voices of soldiers who demanded their way through the crowd toward the strange scene which had developed near Quasimodo's own house.
During this moment, Alette became a part of the gathering of french citizens. The gazes of people observed how one of the guards asked Quasimodo a question about his condition which seemed to be friendly and an attempt to fathom the situation.
But when the bellringer let out an angry tone which reminded of a growling and made a movement which seemed to be an attack against the soldier, a disbelieving murmuring could be heard from the crowd. What had gotten into the red-haired man, what was going on?
Some people took a few steps backward and soon Alette's view was barred. In front of her were only backs of men and women who were much taller than herself and she wasn't able to return to her home as well, since one of the guards made sure that nobody was able to leave the place. Nonetheless, the girl saw that there were movements of at least two persons who were leaving the street with a quick step, they had decided to leave the place before the guards had been arrived to safe the area.
[Thank you very much!
]
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The beloved bell ringer... No one had ever seen him like this before. It was as if he had just been through flagellation. Quasimodo held this feeling that he was on fire from the inside. It got so irritating that he found it truly hard to breathe. Yet, he felt the warm tears from his daughter's eyes against his cheek while she still tried to help him. Gladly, help was on the way...
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While the Sergeant had behold Quasimodo with a worried gaze and reached a hand in order to help the man whom he knew as the stepson of Judge Claude Frollo, he took a step back in surprise about the bellringer's unexpected reaction. There was a situation which he remembered where the man in front of him was able to act with forceful strengh, but this had been years ago... when Quasimodo had broken iron chains in order to rescue the young woman Esmeralda. But during the last years, whenever the bellringer had been seen, he was known as a peaceful and forbearing person who would not harm anyone.
The Sergeant's mien changed into the severe expression which he was used to hold during the most cases, and the tone in his voice was clearly sharp when he began to address his words to Quasimodo. The guards behind him hold their weapons more firm - which was not the sign of an attack, but a natural reflex of experienced soldiers.
"Stay calm," the Sergeants voice could be heard. "We are here to examine the situation and to offer help to you, if necessary. Give us an explanation about the occurrences, what has happened here?" he asked and his question was obviously directed to Quasimodo and the young daughter at his side.
[I hope that I will approximately act as the guards as RP-Frollo would have done it and not completely different. XD]
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The Hunchback's posture was strange, even for his natural deformity, as he hung his head low as if he was fighting off something. The Sergeant neared to them and the hold he had on Isa's hand was strong. To Isa, her father was in no condition to let her go. In fact, his grip was starting to hurt her. Something else was strange about the two. Neither of them responded to the Sergeant's inquiry. All that was given was a rough shake of the Bell ringer's head.
"... n-none... none... None of you would ... understand~" he replied, between sharp breaths. "No, none of you..."
Looking back to the condition that was given, his worse fear was having to watch his child die to the accusation of witchcraft. So no, he could not.
"...please~ please, sir... H-help him...." Isa gazed up at the men around them, tired and pale.
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The Sergeant was irritated that neither the bellringer nor his daughter expressed an instant reaction after his inquirement and frowned, but he he didn't comment the situation. The whole atmosphere of this situation was weird, and his instinct told him that there was more than could be revealed within a few moments.
"We will understand, I will make sure that the situation will be solved," he answered Quasimodo's statement. "We will bring you and your daughter to the Palace of Justice, in order to reach a place which is quiet and safe... there you can rest and the Minister Claude Frollo will surely be interested to speak with you personally. Meanwhile, you can tell me everything as well, as a matter of course," he added with a mild smile with the try to calm the bellringer down. "I will follow soon, after I interrogated the townspeople."
The Sergeant loosened the hold on Isa's hand and addressed one of the guards: "Bring the Minister's foster son and his daughter to the Palace of Justice, into the first habitable room and inform Judge Frollo if he is available." He turned around and let his gaze wander at the curious crowd which had gathered.
"Is here anyone who can explain detailed what had happened?" he asked loudly and waited if there was a voluntary person who wanted to speak.
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The crowd all continued to mutter, at first all at once, being basically scatterbrained. "The door swung open and he only came out, the child was hysterical~ He had been beaten! For no reason!" all of these were spoken by numerous mouths. "A woman lives in there! A Hermit! She did this! She is a witch!"
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"Very well," the Seargant mumbled satisfied. That there existed enough witnesses was a good sign, he had already experienced townspeople who refused to give information in the past. "Silence!" he raised his voice loud enough for everybody to hear.
"I will hear what everyone has to say, but one by one. You..." he gesticulated to a man at his right side who had clearly spoken as well.
"You will begin. Please tell me what you have seen, and try to remember all details. You should start from the beginning and explain the processes as you have observed them."
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While this tense interrogation continued on, other soldiers ultimately sheltered the bruised parent who seemed to have had a firm hold over the tiny ginger girl. He found that someone’s jacket was lamely placed over his shoulders. He was slowly gaining back the strength to get to his own feet and he finally did after much strain.
"All was silent... eerily so..." the man continued while they were ushered... Isabeau was not allowed to leave his side. Not for one second.
Quasimodo continuously looked back at the crowd as he was herded, sorely tempted to try and speak, but couldn't find it in himself to do so... The damage was done... He was horrified and very confused himself. He, who only wanted to protect his only child.
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Meanwhile the Sergeant was busy to proceed with interrogating the townspeople. One of his soldiers, who was educated for situations like this, noted details inside a book. For preventing the possible loss of information after hours and days, it was always better to ask observers for their memories as soon as possible.
[Will now your descriptions come/ some of the text pieces which you already have written? Maybe you could post it here?]
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[Surely! Hopefully it won't be too big. Or maybe should I put it all into a chapter? Because it is quite long.]
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[Yes, you could add it as a chapter on your private page... or maybe both, here as well? I don't know how it would like like.
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[The deed has been done <3 Shall we continue here or shall I go to your page?
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[I'm a little bit unsure how we will continue now, do you have a plan/wish for the next scene?]
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[I'll make another chappie starter. How about on the Queen's page this time?]
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[Oh yes, please!
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[I have just sent it! Sorry for the long wait. Again. 
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((*Rings the doorbell* Okay, now what? XD How should this go? I'll try not to vanish into thin air again. Granted, Jafar might, but I won't.))
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[Alright, storytime! First, question, because my brain fails... Has Jafar ever dealt with Frollo yet? Or no?]
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((Yeah, but it never had a definite ending. Basically, Frollo came to Agrabah on a mission to talk with the Sultan, and Jafar kept trying to make him look bad and convince the Sultan that Frollo was evil and he should trust Jafar again. 
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[Ah okay, good to know! So, in that case, do you want Jafar to come to Quasi or Quasi to come to Jafar?]
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((Hmm it would be easier for Jafar to come to Quasi since Jafar doesn't have a permanent home, or maybe they could meet in a neutral setting..))
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[Okay, let's do this
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((You, if that's not a problem? I am a loser when it comes to doing the kickoff.))
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[No problem, lol! I only asked just in case. 
It turned out to be a very cloudy day, with no sign of rain... despite the cold, of course. Even with that, he made sure he had a warm cloak to drape over his shoulders. It was early morn and as it was usual before he would open his woodshop, he would go first to Notre Dame to ring for the dawn. A favor for the farmers... Quasimodo set out, locking his shop door since he had lived on the second floor and began his way to the church. Early risers walked by him, sending him greetings instead of looks of disgust. He was quite a young man, an expert woodsman, and carver along with that bull strength from bell ringing all of his life. He considered himself entirely different from the citizens. He had a rather peculiar look, as he suffered from deformity... Never once did he take this newly earned respect for granted. Ever.
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((Sorry! Gah! I guess I lied about not forgetting!))
Quasimodo was not the only one with a peculiar look who was out and about in Notre Dame that morning.
Jafar, with his red and black robes and parrot on his shoulder, looked completely out of place in France--an obvious foreigner, which earned him some confused and curious looks as he slunk past the people, trying not to get too involved.
So, the land of that horrible Judge. Not very impressive.
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His walk was leisurely since only was his time to basically relax. For most of the walk, he mainly focused on the sky... So much beauty was in it today, it was almost hypnotic. Of course, as he was on the steps before the church, something or someone caught his eye. Something didn't fit... A pure crimson caught the corner of his eye and so he turned to look.
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[You're so welcome! 
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( Aaaww, thanks! 
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[You're so welcome ~
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