Stratagemini
Totally a Fire Ferret.
- Location
- Central Park
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
Unless she mentions it near Isabelle or her spies...
Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]
Epuslso
Spud Meister
- Location
- Dixie
"The Hunchback of Notredame" was written in 1831, I wouldn't exactly call it pop culture.
Yes, but he's also telling stories about faux Star Wars.
There is really no avoiding it at this point, he's become famous for his stories, and Saito or whoever would have been just as likely to twig to him. It's fairly likely he'll get a command performance from Isabella or whomever at the wrong moment and the coincidences between his Halkeginia-version of the stories and the Earth ones pile up.
On the other hand, there is some cross-traffic between worlds, so it's unlikely reincarnation will spring to mind as an explanation. Bizarre as it would be, it'd still be far more likely Henry somehow stumbled across a bookcase or small library and translated them than that he's a former Earthman. He and Cattelya had a knack for languages, remember?
Anne Mallard really has zero credibility with anyone with barring Joseph, though, so who's she gonna tell?
There is really no avoiding it at this point, he's become famous for his stories, and Saito or whoever would have been just as likely to twig to him. It's fairly likely he'll get a command performance from Isabella or whomever at the wrong moment and the coincidences between his Halkeginia-version of the stories and the Earth ones pile up.
On the other hand, there is some cross-traffic between worlds, so it's unlikely reincarnation will spring to mind as an explanation. Bizarre as it would be, it'd still be far more likely Henry somehow stumbled across a bookcase or small library and translated them than that he's a former Earthman. He and Cattelya had a knack for languages, remember?
Anne Mallard really has zero credibility with anyone with barring Joseph, though, so who's she gonna tell?
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Stratagemini
Totally a Fire Ferret.
- Location
- Central Park
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
- Location
- space
if we are supposed to hate that girl and our modern society that created her then mission complete.
Also:
"Isn't it interesting how certain stories and tropes are common even across worlds?"
croaker
Six Hundred and Sixty-Six Beasts
Oh please.
"What is happening to our young people? They disrespect their elders, they disobey their parents. They ignore the law. They riot in the streets inflamed with wild notions. Their morals are decaying. What is to become of them?"
Plato, 4th Century BC
"When I was young, we were taught to be discreet and respectful of elders, but the present youth are exceedingly disrespectful and impatient of restraint".
Hesiod, 8th century BC
Old people has almost always yelled at younguns to get off the lawn, and the younguns grow up to do the same. People are at different stages of the curb.
Vanargand
So tired.....
Well if she looks like Marie FGO then it explains why people think she is Joseph's mistress
I think they found even older inscriptions saying the same thing in Egypt.
ThatGazzer
Minds Eye Bind
- Location
- PNW
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Note also, the verb she used to describe the use of a phone.
Flip phones are making a come back as a niche market, but smart phones are more popular.
Flip phones or clam shell phones, however, were at their most ubiquitous between the years of 1996 to 2006. 2007 is the first year of the Smart Phone which changed the market.
The song she's singing, also gives us a hint. J'en Ai Marre was released in 2003. My hypothesis then, she's from somewhere between the years of 2003 to 2006. Three year window.
- Location
- Elsewhere
I would put more stock in the song.
Phones that you flip to open were pretty common since the 90's
- Location
- Canada
A reasonable hypothesis.
ThatGazzer
Minds Eye Bind
- Location
- PNW
- Pronouns
- They/Them
...Which is why I made note of it to narrow the time frame from a decade to three years?
Nervos Belli
Don't think this means you've won!
- Location
- Murica
"Our Earth is degenerate in these later days; there are signs that the world is speedily coming to an end; bribery and corruption are common; children no longer obey their parents; every man wants to write a book and the end of the world is evidently approaching."
Author unknown, found on a stone tablet in Assyria dated to 2800 BCE.
- Location
- space
From bondage to spiritual faith,
From spiritual faith to great courage,
From courage to liberty,
From liberty to abundance,
From abundance to selfishness,
From selfishness to complacency,
From complacency to apathy,
From apathy to dependency,
From dependency back again to bondage."
Alexander Fraser Tytler "The Decline and Fall of the Athenian Republic."
I know the "stages" better than you'd like to believe. I argue that your citations of people observing moral decline are proof moral decline exists, and has consequences, rather than the way you intended to imply the opposite.
In history what we see again and again is a repeating cycle of moral decline leading into tyranny.
From spiritual faith to great courage,
From courage to liberty,
From liberty to abundance,
From abundance to selfishness,
From selfishness to complacency,
From complacency to apathy,
From apathy to dependency,
From dependency back again to bondage."
Alexander Fraser Tytler "The Decline and Fall of the Athenian Republic."
I know the "stages" better than you'd like to believe. I argue that your citations of people observing moral decline are proof moral decline exists, and has consequences, rather than the way you intended to imply the opposite.
In history what we see again and again is a repeating cycle of moral decline leading into tyranny.
croaker
Six Hundred and Sixty-Six Beasts
Here's the part where Henry went into (some) detail about Ducky's looks:
So: Hazel hair of unspecified length, no comments about eye color, not exceptionally pretty without the makeup, no remarks on her body build.
Practically an ordinary French, teenage, rave girl.
...looking back, Ducky's introduction seems like the prologue of yet another Self-Insert ZnT fic.
Silver W. King
King of Adventures
- Location
- The Nasuverse
I want to give you Insightful, Funny and Like but can only do one. Thus...
Being a commoner is not so bad - Omake
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Being a commoner is not so bad - Omake
Her name was Polandine, and she was a commoner. She had been born to commoner parents, and she would probably marry a commoner and be happy with him for the rest of her life. Yet, even then, she could not help but sigh dreamily as she read the pages of Heart-Felt Confessions of Love From A Noble to his Maid, the latest hit in the collection of Noble Secrets, written by that fabulously mysterious author that was the Shadow of the Night. He was Tristanian, some said. He was Gallian, others remarked. He had started from Germania, a few whispered. No, you are all wrong, he's from Albion, a friend of a friend would remark.
Still, she couldn't keep her head on the clouds forever. She had found work in the mansion of the Duke of Brittany, the foreign prince-consort of Princess Isabella. He was the one responsible for putting to a stop the troubles between the protestants and the holy church of Brimir in the area. Normally, if there were no nobles taking care of a villa it would be left in the cares of just the bare minimum personnel, but now with the prince-consort himself -such an important figure- coming over, there was a need for many more people.
She was so nervous when she began, but the head maid was an old woman who had served a count once, and she calmed her down considerably. Mostly, commoners were an invisible presence. As long as she did her task, the nobles wouldn't give her the time of the day.
"Welcome home, master!" the greetings from the whole servitude were chorused, the maids on the right, the butlers on the left. Polandine was nervous, but still she peeked a bit to see the face of her new master. His grace, Lord de Gallia -he was de la Valliere before the marriage, apparently- didn't look that much of a bad man. Well, it wasn't like it was written on his face if he was a bad man or not, but still-
The head maid and the head butler maid the presentations, so to speak. They didn't say the names, but simply the things that specific maid or butler would be in charge of, ranging from cleaning the cutlery, to washing the dishes, to the carpets, to the waking up-everything was laid bare, and in the end, the lord spoke a few words.
"Unless my wife is present, I'll take care of dressing and undressing by myself." That was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky. What did he mean? Didn't he trust us? Or didn't he want us to see what he hid beneath his clothes? Was he ashamed of some war wound? Was he sporting some visible scar? The grapevine was furious. Perhaps he hid some deformity beneath his clothes-but then, why not when his wife was present?
Still, this was just an eccentricity. It could be forgiven, or well, not really 'forgiven' since a noble could be forgiven everything, but just forgotten and aptly never mentioned to a living soul.
Polandine had been surprised when she had been told she'd be enjoying one Void day every two as vacation -she would have expected one every four, as was proper. She was also delighted at the increase in salary -with this, the Void day dress for mass that she wanted to buy would be a matter of weeks rather than months! She wasn't the only one, but even so-it was clear that the Duke of Brittany was a good man.
He also didn't enjoy most of the sports or activities of other nobles, like hunting, horse riding, hawking, hunting dogs, gambling or dancing. He was a reserved person, her Lord. He spent time checking on the accounting, writing letters and receiving them.
He did have a vice, and it was that strange beverage known as Coffee, but apart from that he was pretty much the definition of an easy noble to work under.
His familiar on the other hand...he was well behaved, of course, but whenever that giant crow -or was it a raven?- gazed at her, it gave her the creeps. Well, it gave the creeps to everyone. The only one who didn't realize it was their lord, who instead loved his familiar very much. The fact that it spoke and giggled every now and then made more than one servant worry, but it was when the day left the place to the night that his true deviousness showed itself.
"No porn for you," it would caw softly outside the window of a maid merely trying to read some good poetry. More than one maid had been scared out of her wits, but even the butlers weren't safe. "Nevermore~ Nevermore~ Quoth the Raven, Nevermore~"
Whatever the reason, nobody dared to bring it up with their lord. Even though his familiar was annoying, he usually didn't stay for long, flying away as soon as his master had an errand for him.
Polandine was happy, all in all.
And then she made a mistake. She made a grievous mistake. Admittedly, it was her fault. She was ordering the office of the Duke when she scattered a few parchments by mistake with the duster, and as she bent to recover them, she realized a couple had ended up behind the desk in question. Thus, doing her hardest, she managed to lift the desk slightly, recover the paper, and then slid the desk back in place.
In doing so, she made the ink pot fall over the center of the desk, and as her heart sank deep into her chest, she hurriedly tried her best to save the precious wood-whimpering to herself when she realized that it was no use.
She had just dirtied with ink a priceless piece of furniture.
Perhaps she could have saved the situation if she had reacted quickly enough. Maybe if she had some sawdust, something to dry the ink before it seeped in-and unfortunately for her, she made another mistake.
Polandine wasn't really great when under pressure.
She was just sixteen years old! It was her first time being a maid! Nobody had taught her what to do if she screwed up, because everything based itself on not screwing up!
It was like this that the Duke de Brittany found her. Clutching ink-stained papers, sobbing softly and not knowing what to do.
"Well, guess I'll have to rewrite everything," he said with a sigh as he looked at the disastrous situation of his work desk. The attendants that had been following him inside paralyzed in turn.
"I'm sorry!" Polandine bawled, bowing repeatedly as deeply as she could. "I didn't mean to!"
"Now, now," the Duke spoke with a sigh, "It's fine. Nobody was hurt. Send someone to fetch me another ink pot though," he added as if it were just an afterthought, "have the desk dried so I can get to writing on it again, and leave the papers somewhere I can find them -just to understand what I've got to write once more," he scratched the top of his head and shrugged. "Understood?"
"Y-Yes my lord!" she whimpered softly. Was he going to punish her later? Away from the others? Perhaps use her as bird feed for his familiar?
Even so, the head maid gave her a dressing down that she would not so easily forget.
No punishment came though throughout the whole day, or the days to come.
Thus she realized it.
Her Lord had a crush on her! Oh my! Such scandalous thing!
Her name was Polandine, and she was a commoner. She had been born to commoner parents, and she would probably marry a commoner and be happy with him for the rest of her life. Yet, even then, she could not help but sigh dreamily as she read the pages of Heart-Felt Confessions of Love From A Noble to his Maid, the latest hit in the collection of Noble Secrets, written by that fabulously mysterious author that was the Shadow of the Night. He was Tristanian, some said. He was Gallian, others remarked. He had started from Germania, a few whispered. No, you are all wrong, he's from Albion, a friend of a friend would remark.
Still, she couldn't keep her head on the clouds forever. She had found work in the mansion of the Duke of Brittany, the foreign prince-consort of Princess Isabella. He was the one responsible for putting to a stop the troubles between the protestants and the holy church of Brimir in the area. Normally, if there were no nobles taking care of a villa it would be left in the cares of just the bare minimum personnel, but now with the prince-consort himself -such an important figure- coming over, there was a need for many more people.
She was so nervous when she began, but the head maid was an old woman who had served a count once, and she calmed her down considerably. Mostly, commoners were an invisible presence. As long as she did her task, the nobles wouldn't give her the time of the day.
"Welcome home, master!" the greetings from the whole servitude were chorused, the maids on the right, the butlers on the left. Polandine was nervous, but still she peeked a bit to see the face of her new master. His grace, Lord de Gallia -he was de la Valliere before the marriage, apparently- didn't look that much of a bad man. Well, it wasn't like it was written on his face if he was a bad man or not, but still-
The head maid and the head butler maid the presentations, so to speak. They didn't say the names, but simply the things that specific maid or butler would be in charge of, ranging from cleaning the cutlery, to washing the dishes, to the carpets, to the waking up-everything was laid bare, and in the end, the lord spoke a few words.
"Unless my wife is present, I'll take care of dressing and undressing by myself." That was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky. What did he mean? Didn't he trust us? Or didn't he want us to see what he hid beneath his clothes? Was he ashamed of some war wound? Was he sporting some visible scar? The grapevine was furious. Perhaps he hid some deformity beneath his clothes-but then, why not when his wife was present?
Still, this was just an eccentricity. It could be forgiven, or well, not really 'forgiven' since a noble could be forgiven everything, but just forgotten and aptly never mentioned to a living soul.
Polandine had been surprised when she had been told she'd be enjoying one Void day every two as vacation -she would have expected one every four, as was proper. She was also delighted at the increase in salary -with this, the Void day dress for mass that she wanted to buy would be a matter of weeks rather than months! She wasn't the only one, but even so-it was clear that the Duke of Brittany was a good man.
He also didn't enjoy most of the sports or activities of other nobles, like hunting, horse riding, hawking, hunting dogs, gambling or dancing. He was a reserved person, her Lord. He spent time checking on the accounting, writing letters and receiving them.
He did have a vice, and it was that strange beverage known as Coffee, but apart from that he was pretty much the definition of an easy noble to work under.
His familiar on the other hand...he was well behaved, of course, but whenever that giant crow -or was it a raven?- gazed at her, it gave her the creeps. Well, it gave the creeps to everyone. The only one who didn't realize it was their lord, who instead loved his familiar very much. The fact that it spoke and giggled every now and then made more than one servant worry, but it was when the day left the place to the night that his true deviousness showed itself.
"No porn for you," it would caw softly outside the window of a maid merely trying to read some good poetry. More than one maid had been scared out of her wits, but even the butlers weren't safe. "Nevermore~ Nevermore~ Quoth the Raven, Nevermore~"
Whatever the reason, nobody dared to bring it up with their lord. Even though his familiar was annoying, he usually didn't stay for long, flying away as soon as his master had an errand for him.
Polandine was happy, all in all.
And then she made a mistake. She made a grievous mistake. Admittedly, it was her fault. She was ordering the office of the Duke when she scattered a few parchments by mistake with the duster, and as she bent to recover them, she realized a couple had ended up behind the desk in question. Thus, doing her hardest, she managed to lift the desk slightly, recover the paper, and then slid the desk back in place.
In doing so, she made the ink pot fall over the center of the desk, and as her heart sank deep into her chest, she hurriedly tried her best to save the precious wood-whimpering to herself when she realized that it was no use.
She had just dirtied with ink a priceless piece of furniture.
Perhaps she could have saved the situation if she had reacted quickly enough. Maybe if she had some sawdust, something to dry the ink before it seeped in-and unfortunately for her, she made another mistake.
Polandine wasn't really great when under pressure.
She was just sixteen years old! It was her first time being a maid! Nobody had taught her what to do if she screwed up, because everything based itself on not screwing up!
It was like this that the Duke de Brittany found her. Clutching ink-stained papers, sobbing softly and not knowing what to do.
"Well, guess I'll have to rewrite everything," he said with a sigh as he looked at the disastrous situation of his work desk. The attendants that had been following him inside paralyzed in turn.
"I'm sorry!" Polandine bawled, bowing repeatedly as deeply as she could. "I didn't mean to!"
"Now, now," the Duke spoke with a sigh, "It's fine. Nobody was hurt. Send someone to fetch me another ink pot though," he added as if it were just an afterthought, "have the desk dried so I can get to writing on it again, and leave the papers somewhere I can find them -just to understand what I've got to write once more," he scratched the top of his head and shrugged. "Understood?"
"Y-Yes my lord!" she whimpered softly. Was he going to punish her later? Away from the others? Perhaps use her as bird feed for his familiar?
Even so, the head maid gave her a dressing down that she would not so easily forget.
No punishment came though throughout the whole day, or the days to come.
Thus she realized it.
Her Lord had a crush on her! Oh my! Such scandalous thing!
- Pronouns
- she/her
H-harem confirmed?
Asterion
People think I'm Crazy 'cause I make no Sense
- Location
- The Island of Endless Stories
Thanks.
Don't know why but every time I read a character description my brain kicks it out after awhile and fills it in with something else.
For instance, in my head, Henry looks a bit like this
Mockingly-Tricky
Ketchup Enthusiast
- Location
- Happy Funtime Candyland
You're welcome
- Location
- Ireland
Truly tis the only logical conclusion.
Jackercracks
In a British accent
- Location
- England
*facepalm*
Really he only has himself to blame, putting such thoughts into her head with his Noble's Secret book line.
Hair's not pink enough. There was a great picture of a pink haired pretty boy upthread by some ways that really brought it home.