broadsword_babe: (Miranda (Freyja))
Your muse has been captured or imprisoned and must rely on an enemy or a complete stranger to secure their release.

When: April, 1630
Where: Paris, France
Alias: Gabrielle Dubois Vicomtesse d'Anjou

Freyja exited the carriage with a sense of foreboding. When one was summoned by Cardinal Richelieu, refusal was simply not done. She had never before met the Cardinal, second in power only to King Louis XIII, and she was not aware the Chief Minister even knew of her existence. She tucked away her fear into a small corner of her mind and climbed the steps of Le Palais Cardinal as though it were an everyday occurrence.

Once inside the imposing structure, a valet took her cloak and gloves and another richly-clothed footman showed her to the Cardinal's formal offices. Gabrielle held her elegantly-coiffed head high, and tried not to gape at the opulence surrounding her.

The servant's footsteps echoed hollowly down the corridor. She spotted several other dignitaries along their route, nodding to those who acknowledged her, ignoring those who didn't. Guards dressed in the red tabbards of the Cardinal stood at several doorways and at intersecting passages. She couldn't imagine why Richelieu wanted to meet with her at all.

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Quinnleigh Kincaid
Gabrielle Dubois
Highlander OC
1228 Words
{OOC: I know no one requested Incarcerated!Quinn, but the idea was too good to pass up. Any muses are welcome to come to her aide & bendy time is shiny!}

broadsword_babe: (smirk)
You are in a restaurant, bar, or hotel lobby when you encounter player X, and both of you find yourself unable to shake the feeling that you've met someplace before. For good or bad the feeling is this there. Is it from this life or one before? Let the role-play begin...

Every so often, the solitary existence on Orkney got to her. Sure, she loved the peace, and relative quiet, of the island, but sometimes she got tired of seeing the same old faces every day. A trip to Inverness was just what she needed to get her "social fix." There was a perfect little pub that suited that purpose very well. It had been there since the time of Bonnie Prince Charlie and the Jacobite army. Nowadays it was more likely to host more students than soldiers. Rather than sit at a table or booth, Quinn opted for a seat at the bar itself. It was a better vantage point for people-watching at any rate...

Mun Note:
Considering Quinn is nearly 2,000 years old, she's had a lot of opportunity to run into a lot of different folks over the years. So feel free to reintroduce your muse. Of course this can be considered meta, if needed. Bendy time also applies, if necessary. Jump right in!


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