Sat, May 19 2012
| TITLE: | The Secret Adventures of Phileas Fogg |
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| AUTHOR: | Moishouki |
| CATEGORY/TYPE: | Role Reversal Workshop |
| RATING/WARNINGS: | PG, Gen |
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| DESCRIPTION: | Role Reversal Workshop Entry |
| STATUS: | Complete |
“I had passed the evening to the pub with some friends whom had make fun out of all what I had said them about my gift. I was now to walk back to the room I was to rent in London since I had leaved the countryside after again an argument with my father about what I was to wand do to live. He was angry and unhappy that I never agreed to follow in his steps and showed me the door, as I was old enough to do the studies he was to wand for me and that I denied doing them. That was with no money, I had leaved the fatherly’ house with hardly only what I had owned as a young man, that I settled in white chapel poor district of London as I had sold all what could represent a tiny bit of value to paid the train trip and rent an uninviting room. I was not mind to live with almost only what I was to wear as long I had the needing for wrote. The hardest part was that I could not see anymore my young sister. It’s in though of her pretty face, her red hair with those mischievous bleu eyes that I walked in the night until my room forgetting that way how alone, cold and hungry I was.”
“Phileas!” A voice had said from few steps away forward the man whom had looked and smiles to pretty young woman calling for him. “Jane, what are you doing there?” he had said in walk to her amaze but also glad to see her waiting for him. “I was sure you would be glad to pass a good evening if you had the luck for.” She said him in put her arms around his neck and kissed him to next drive him to an alley were the light came all suddenly totally bright to next blow to total darkness to the young man.
Paris – France – few weeks later “Master, you called for me.” Jean Passepartout said to his employer Jules Verne walking his the last one study. “Yes Passepartout, I know it’s late, but if you could please get the Aurora ready. I would like a trip to London tonight. I just received a wire from a contact in London and I need to meet him tomorrow and I would be glad to be there before the morning.” The good valet had done a lot already in his day and Jules would not have asked for that extra work if there the news had not been so bad. Never less, the good domestic had smiles and bows, “Yes, master, we will be ready to leave in an hour.” He had said and walked outside. Jules rose and collected some paper he had worked on since the wire’ arrival to put them back in a good-looking leather briefcase, “That play will only have to wait a bit more before be show on a stage. I got more important to work on for now.” He said in put the briefcase away to grab a large book from the shelf, “Better to take that, a man can never been enough wise.” He said and turned the cover as well that few page to get out of the box-book a loaded gun.
Soon after a wide form’ shadow lifted over the town asleep to begin its trip to London in the moonlight under a half clouded sky to finish its trip to London being greeted by the first ray of the sun piercing the clouded sky reddening that as a gentleman’ warm smiles could done to a maiden’ cheeks. To the driving globe, Passepartout lowered the airship to the ground while standing to the rail Jules Verne drinking his coffee cup watched the surrounding changes with the second. “Secure the Aurora, please, Passepartout and next try to take rest. I got a meeting to white hall where I should pass all the day. I will make you know you if anything should came on.” Jules said and walked up the spiral stairs to go change and made ready for his day knowing that his valet would stay onboard the Aurora to handle of his duty, to work in his workshop to some new ideas or simply to refurnish the icebox and food keeper while his absence. The meeting with Sir Jonathan Chatsworth was just like Jules would have describe that before even had walked through the door. That had been long, dull but how full of information.
Sir Jonathan had related all the facts concerning the murder of one of the more trusted member of the British parliament, Sir Archibald, whom the body had been found half chopped by the middle. Without had been asked to see the corpse’ remain in the morgue, Jules had insisted to see that. He had talked with the legist who had made a full investigation on the body as agent had questioned the witness. The both reports matched together or rather completed one the other. People had said they had see Sir Archibald talking with two men, and to have see them walk away to next feel what had been like an earthquake. The legist for his part had described what could have made such damage on a human body, something like a corkscrew spike. Jules had a hard time to agreed all the explanation so he get his valet, Passepartout, and went with him to the murder’ scene. They inspected the wall, the hole from where the corkscrew spike was came out from, and looked inside the hole to see the way take by what had been on all evidence an urge unknown machine moving underground since the corkscrew spike had came out from a wall and the trail leaved was far to look like as an animal’ one. So the both men came to a silent agreement, they were in need to do a full investigation in town to found more about that and about who could have done that.
Jules and Passepartout had made a full investigation on Sir Archibald to know at whom and for why his death would have been a benefice. Sir Jonathan had never hide that the man had been in possession of the plans for the security arrangements for the visit of important diplomats in British ground, the emperor of France include in those visitors. Settled in the main cabin of the Aurora, Jules and Passepartout had made listing of all the organisations or people that could profit the most of that information. One of them and perhaps the worse of all, the darkness league, with at its head the half dead half alive more a machine that a human being, the count Gregory. That organisation had the mean to get any machine to be building as long they had the resources material and human to do. That murder was to sound really much as what the count Gregory and his minions could came with and that was not to reassure Jules and Passepartout who had already got to deal with in the past.
Rebecca Fogg was stay in her father’ house in the countryside. The summer was dull without her big brother at home. Usually, he would have been back from the school since weeks or simply back from the university as he should be to follow the courses there but with their father having show to door to him after a hard and last argument he would not came back at all. ---At last, she thoughts, Phileas promised to wrote me once a week--- But there again no letter was come from London since weeks; at less someone had intercepted them before her. ---No, she thoughts again, never father would burn them, not in know that it would broke my hart to be deprived to all link with Phileas. And he read them when I let them in the parlor after had read them even if denied to say the true about that when I found the letter unfolded over the envelope on the table. Tomorrow, I will take the train for London and found out why Phileas doesn’t wrote anymore--- She thoughts decided to run away not matter if that was to worry and angry her father. Phileas had a wonderful gift; she had never doubted of that, she was sure that gift could have brought him a lot of trouble. She would found out soon. She had collected few useful things and had tried to take few hours of sleep, as she would get an early departure.
Jules and Passepartout investigation had brought them to visit a well know member of the darkness league, Sir Nichol McLain. The man had not enjoyed the late visitors who had broken in his house in the middle of the night to draw him out of his bed at the gun’s point and at the sword’ tip. The man had complained had yelled but denied to talk to them not matter the menace he had been under. Jules had a lot of way to bring a man to talk and had with his domestic’ help shaken the hell out of McLain when the man had denied talking to them about the darkness league’ new invention and deadly plans. Out of breath to have yelled too much his pain, Sir Nichol McLain had finally said all what he was to know about the giant mole and the plan to strike with to the meeting place to kill all the diplomats present to assist to that. A name had even being mentioned, one having play a major part in the building of the machine, an Englishman, Phileas Fogg.
McLain turned of the eyes right after had said the name and couldn’t said anymore before be back to him. Jules growled touching the man and moving him on his chair trying that way to awake the man. Without success, Jules yelled once again, “Damn fool!” and straitening his jacket he looked on his domestic and friend, “Now Passepartout we need to found anything to drive us to that Fogg man. Look in there, I will look in the study.” They parted and each one looked on the said room. Passepartout for his part only found a stretch of what could been only a thing, the giant mole hide in one of the man jacket’ pocket. Jules on his pat had found a piece of paper hide carefully in the study. On that was wrote all the instructions to found and bring the young man to the count Gregory. Jules smiles and called to Passepartout as they would visit that man, as soon they would found his address.
Before the came back of the sun, Rebecca awaken and sneaked out of the house with her small luggage and had walked until the train station of the village. She had climbed in the first the train of the morning and made the trip until London in few hours trilled to found how her dear brother doing. The trip was too long to her liking, as she would have preferred that shorted to found faster what was happen to her brother. Rather she sit and take out of her case to read once again the last letters wrote by the hand of her brother.
Jules and Passepartout had take a bit of rest on board the Aurora as well that take time to refresh and change before take a carriage for what was in Jules the worse district of London. There was really hard work or no work at all, women had not much choice when the hard work of manufacture had used them and their husband had not lived though the coalmine’ work, there was stay only a thing to do, prostitution. The children were forced to work too and the hard work was really too hard for them, all were under paid. The lodgments were only at the high of the situation, houses in decrepitude and that was not permit to everybody, much were to live on the street as they had no money and no work other were to rend rooms, that were only large as the hand and had as only advantage to offer a roof over the head and walls around to kept the much of cold outside. “Someday, the misery of that place will give live to a monster.” Jules had said aloud sadly in hope things there would change in time to what Passepartout have nodded as they found the pub mentioned on the instructions.
Once in the pub, Passepartout and Jules had first used a gift useful in the service, listen the conversations without seem do that at all while to drink a glass. Useful gift effectively as in a corner few young men were to make fun in the back of an absent, a young man they called Phil. Passepartout looked on Jules and whispered to his master, “Could he be the same man?” Jules take a sip of his glass and nodded, as the words were not needed there. He finished his glass and rose to walk and talk to those amused men. “Excuse me gentlemen, I look for a young man, I was said that he lives here and I was curious if you would not know him. His name is Phileas Fogg.” One of the young man made a last joke on the absent Phil, to next answer, “That poor fool we haven't seen him for weeks. He’s probably to flight or to swim or better fallen from one of his odd designed things he saw in his mind.” Jules smiles in hide well his real feeling for suck discourse what awarded him when an other said he was to know the young Fogg and explained how go to his room. Jules thanks them and leaved with Passepartout to look on that rented room.
Jules and Passepartout found easily enough the building and next the room. As that was locked, Jules used his lock pick on the lock while Passepartout watched his back. Jules got the lock easily and open the door. The room was large as the hand, dark as the night and cold as the winter. Passepartout got a lamp to light a bit the place, as there was an uninviting bed, a small table with a chair and some small commode. Even with so little furniture, the room was not to permit more room for anything more, it seems for Jules that a person in that room was already too much so two… The only interesting part was the stretches hanged to the walls, all of odd things that could came from only a place, a strange and fool mind that was to wand kill the most important heads of the Europe. Passepartout on the other hand looked on each and every stretch as they were came out of an extraordinary brilliant mind whispering that often as he looked on them.
Rebecca had found London’ train station after few hours on board the train, the trip had been boring. She had grabbed her luggage and manages to found a carriage for visit her brother. She had been amaze to found the door unlocked. The room rented by her brother was a small one and then she could heard though the door two people walking in that and even in made all to not made noise, Rebecca was sure they were there, digging in her brothers’ belonging. Holding her courage at one hand and a shoe with hell in the other and sure that was her better option she stepped in the room marking her anger, “What the hell are you doing there? It’s a private room! You have nothing to do here! Get out of my brother’ room or I yell for the landlord!”
Passepartout and Jules looked on the new comer and even if Jules was unhappy he tried to stay civilized not matter if a heeled shoe was hold as a weapon by that young redheaded woman. Passepartout looked on her and moved closer of her and even if Jules tried to stop him that was too late, the shoe had hit him and Rebecca was yelling and continued to hit Passepartout who was trapped. Jules moved closer too and with a cat’ ease grabbed the arm and pinned Rebecca to the wall, “There, young lady, I believe it’s enough.” He said and when Rebecca calmed down, he looked on her, “I release you only if you promise to stay quiet.
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