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Madame Defarge has a minion!
the Vengeance
the Vengeance
Madame Defarge
Legacy Name: Madame Defarge
The
Bloodred TorreyOwner: Miss_Vee
Age: 14 years, 2 months, 2 weeks
Born: January 1st, 2012
Adopted: 14 years, 2 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: January 1st, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
To do:
- give Bloodred Potion
- draw overlay
- figure out how to do minion overlays
- draw/get art of Madame in full battle mode (rifle in one hand, knife in the other, pistol in her girdle, blood-stained shoe)
- either figure out how to code a profile, or commission one
"Are you sure," asked Jacques Two, of Defarge, "that no embarrassment can arise from our manner of keeping the register? Without doubt it is safe, for no one beyond ourselves can decipher it - or, I ought to say, will she?"
"Jacques," returned Defarge, drawing himself up, "if madame my wife undertook to keep the register in her memory alone, she would not lose a word of it - not a syllable of it. Knitted, in her own stitched and her own symbols, it will always be as plain to her as the sun. Confide in Madame Defarge. It would be easier for the weakest poltroon that lives, to erase himself from existence, than to erase one letter of his name or crimes from the knitted register of Madame Defarge."
*º~º*º~º*º~º*
"You work hard, madame," said a man near her.
"Yes," answered Madame Defarge; "I have a good deal to do."
"What do you make, madame?"
"Many things."
"For instance-"
"For instance," returned Madame Defarge, composedly, "shrouds."*º~º*º~º*º~º*
The visitor watched her fingers for a few moments, and took the opportunity of observing the place in general.
"You knit with great skill, madame."
"I am accustomed to it."
"A pretty pattern too!"
"You think so?" said madame, looking at him with a smile.
"Decidedly. May one ask what it is for?"
"Pastime," said madame, still looking at him with a smile, while her fingers moved nimbly.
"Not for use?"
"That depends. I may find a use for it one day. If I do- well," said madame, drawing a breath and nodding her head with a stern kind of coquetry, "I'll use it!"
*º~º*º~º*º~º*
So much was closing in about the women who sat knitting, knitting, that they their very selves were closing in around a structure yet unbuilt, where they were to sit knitting, knitting, counting dropping heads.
- give Bloodred Potion
- draw overlay
- figure out how to do minion overlays
- draw/get art of Madame in full battle mode (rifle in one hand, knife in the other, pistol in her girdle, blood-stained shoe)
- either figure out how to code a profile, or commission one
"Are you sure," asked Jacques Two, of Defarge, "that no embarrassment can arise from our manner of keeping the register? Without doubt it is safe, for no one beyond ourselves can decipher it - or, I ought to say, will she?"
"Jacques," returned Defarge, drawing himself up, "if madame my wife undertook to keep the register in her memory alone, she would not lose a word of it - not a syllable of it. Knitted, in her own stitched and her own symbols, it will always be as plain to her as the sun. Confide in Madame Defarge. It would be easier for the weakest poltroon that lives, to erase himself from existence, than to erase one letter of his name or crimes from the knitted register of Madame Defarge."
*º~º*º~º*º~º*
"You work hard, madame," said a man near her.
"Yes," answered Madame Defarge; "I have a good deal to do."
"What do you make, madame?"
"Many things."
"For instance-"
"For instance," returned Madame Defarge, composedly, "shrouds."*º~º*º~º*º~º*
The visitor watched her fingers for a few moments, and took the opportunity of observing the place in general.
"You knit with great skill, madame."
"I am accustomed to it."
"A pretty pattern too!"
"You think so?" said madame, looking at him with a smile.
"Decidedly. May one ask what it is for?"
"Pastime," said madame, still looking at him with a smile, while her fingers moved nimbly.
"Not for use?"
"That depends. I may find a use for it one day. If I do- well," said madame, drawing a breath and nodding her head with a stern kind of coquetry, "I'll use it!"
*º~º*º~º*º~º*
So much was closing in about the women who sat knitting, knitting, that they their very selves were closing in around a structure yet unbuilt, where they were to sit knitting, knitting, counting dropping heads.
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