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Francis Kirke

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    Lord Kingston

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    Baron
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    The sea, foreign places, novelty, the sea, water, swordplay, the baton, battle, ship design, the sea, his yacht, foreign produce, sex, the sea, having a good time..........
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    Gentleman of the Bedchamber

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  1. Francis chuckled, "He did...but he mostly chided the rest of you as the, well, senior members for failing to carry through." Even if none of them were very much older than he. If he supported Dorset, the company would think he supported his relation, which would have been a likely complaint, and he gave little thought to what any might think of his support of Chatham. "And Chatham is right, we both of us had no idea of Dorset's bout with the rod, so he can hardly claim it now, and nor do I think he needs to with a considerable story of his own." His tenor laugh was response to Rochester's suggestion. "Considering we all know the King thinks you capable of sweet fuck all***, I doubt he would find the stories of either Chatham or Dorset beyond you!" He chuckled more. "Though I agree that you should make up your own or draw from what is likely a deep repertoire of past antics. None shall own another's deeds, it seems, is the consensus of the group. "And you just want the names to have the names, how foolish do the lot of us look? If you wished us drunken enough for that, you should have brought out your best swill!" Sedley seemed to support the notion that the King should decide and then Dorset agreed, though others bickered. "I think there very little politics in which of us has the best fuck story..." was his reply to Roos. He looked dramatically between Dorset and Chatham, "Do either of you wish to claim disadvantage in His Majesty's judgement of fuckery for being a whig like Roos here?" He could not help but exhale a bark of a laugh. "If not, then let the King decide. This may be one of few things His Majesty would take joy in arbitrating!" (*** by which he means absolutely anything and everything ha ha)
  2. "Well, that glowing recommendation from Lord Mountjoy rather makes up for it," he replied. "I daresay, if he finds my levels of anything acceptable, there are few who could find me objectionable!" He gave Mountjoy a little salute with his cup and said, "I do thank you," with a lopsided grin. "Alas, I think my family might object to the idea of me taking up the church as my next adventure in life!" Francis also rose as the Duchess prepared to make her leave, back to that inner sanctum where the feminine things about pregnancy and babes and whatever else occurred. He admitted no jealousy at being relegated to the outside of that! "We sailors win or go down with the ship, so I shall do my best to divest Lord Mountjoy of his wealth of pistols," the blond added in reply, offering his own bow as the lady left for the closer company of the Queen. "Perhaps lady luck will make an appearance for me at the eleventh hour for me...We shall see." (Shall we fade out on them playing cards...it will remain an uneventful evening for the Queen )
  3. Francis chuckled and replied, "I did not think to tell all my stories at once for fear of cowing the rest of you, so there was more than one of course, but little with story or detail to beat my unicorn as a tale." Dorset seemed to be growing a bit boring with this betrothal business. How would Newcastle ever know a thing about what had been done to Arlington? For a moment, Francis wondered if Newcastle had some sort of blackmail on his cousin. Or perhaps Newcastle would lend his support to another issue of important? It seemed quite a bit of effort being put forth. Daughter of a duke or not. Dorset was such that Francis did not think he needed any dukes for influence; he had quite a number of titles and two earldoms himself. "Never to blame publicly." Francis thought that was an important distinction, for none of them were free from antics behind closed doors. "Some of your fellow company here enjoy shocking the proper courtiers, I'll give you that, but telling the king and telling a crowd of maidens at a ball are two different things I should think. But, if you wish to give Chatham the credit, then you are conceding to him?" Francis raised a brow. "If not, I should give a tie to the benefit of the newcomer, especially against the - privately - notorious likes of Dorset! And because Dorset enjoyed fucking Arlington more than he likely enjoyed fucking the lady, and I am positive we were meant to be fucking ladies," he added with a snicker of amusement.
  4. "Are you calling me a drunk, my lady duchess?" the blond asked, in cheeky fashion, putting a hand to his chest in offense as he blinked in dramatic innocence at his (secret) aunt. "And here I thought I might have risen to be your favoured sailor!" Francis had some understanding of the household of such a prince, but he also had a rudimentary understanding of their royal master; whilst the King had many duties to attend to, and many pleasures as well, he bore a concern about his family too. Perhaps even a bit of an uncommon concern. The King had of yet to experience a legitimate heir, and if the populace and court at large felt the importance internally, the King felt such a dozen-fold. Whilst Francis was usually very quiet about his own thoughts, he did venture, "I do think His Majesty will have an uncommon concern over a legitimate child, and he is a rather doting royal relation in general, if I may say. I very much doubt we shall see such a child be further than a short day's ride from the King." Indeed, Francis thought the King very likely to show uncommon involvement, and Francis had seen firsthand the King's concern for all his offspring, acknowledged and more secret, if one was to believe the clandestine gossip about more than simply Ashburnham or Herbert (or Stanley and many others). "And I pray no such vigils will ever be necessary for our impending prince." He chuckled and added, "But as Lord Mountjoy alludes over my master the King's desire to avoid the displeasurable aspects of most things, I doubt it shall be he who persuades the prince to take his physic when needed!" As with any other displeasurable thing, the King would send an intermediary to deal with the difficult matters. Francis was well-enough aware that a good number of his younger gentlemen would be making that trip exceedingly often to give His Majesty peace of mind and as much involvement as was possible. "I confess that I have missed most of the trials of our fair country aside from exile and the Republican experiment, for I was abroad during both recent English catastrophes."
  5. "It was going to be quite an amusing story, actually, but now you will both be spared it," he replied with good nature. "Indeed, I foresee the future includes me napping in a chair somewhere nearby enough to hear any commotion after Lord Feversham relieves us. And a repeat of this evening tomorrow evening. Lord Mountjoy and I will earn a reputation for cards, I think," he added with a snicker of amusement. "His Majesty has in the general given me this self-same task since Windsor," Francis replied, as both knew, for Francis had already told that to Lord Mountjoy and the duchess had been at Windsor when the King had gathered those of trust to convey what was going on and that there were traitors to uncover, so there was no need to tell her. "I can imagine it is a different set of keeping eye on things once our prince is born, though I am no expert on babes." Which was to say that he very well might be released from his household go-between duties. "As to the future, I simply hope for some peace and prosperity," Francis added. A Protestant heir would likely lessen the foreign influence of any inflammatory Papists whilst simultaneously making the French less of a threat to their own sovereignty. That much he understood. And it would give the Dutch less reason to meddle as well. The King and the country could use coin and no catastrophes like fires or disease or war for a few decades!
  6. "Shall you find a Jew, a Muslim, or one of those natives that dance around naked next, I wonder?" He chuckled, "I highly suggest you investigate a woman of the wilds!" Francis then watched Dorset's show appreciatively, offering a clap or a hoot at the appropriate places. At the end of the soliloquy, Francis said to his fellow blond, "So....you fucked one lady, cousin? Is that what you are saying? That you fucked one lady with much conniving, artistry, and poetry?" He sniggered and then added, "My, you were spending far too much time in your courtship of Newcastle's daughter!" He took a sip from his flask and added, "Though I bow to your trouncing of Arlington and defamation of his staff - that is an accomplishment worthy of accolades - I'm not quite ready to say it's worthy of all our coin." Then it struck him, "You should put on a little play about it for the King, though. He would enjoy such a recitation immensely. Arlington has been annoying him more than usual the last few days. That might garner a reward greater than coin, you know better than I." Everyone there knew that there were few things the King liked better than being entertained. He oft rewarded his friends more than some of his diligent servants!
  7. "You're just jealous my unicorn is more impressive than your stacks of paper with an X when the only paper with an X on it that is of any use, is a treasure map," Francis quipped back at Rochester. "Har har, Sedley." He rolled his eyes with a smile. "I think Roos has it, that the man was just old, for the lady was by no means homely." He gave a jaunty little dramatic bow in his seat to being hailed the unicorn rider by Dorset. "Chatham is always in the company of some lady," Francis observed with a huff of a laugh. "So let's hear it Chatham. What escapades have you been about?" Then he added, shaking a finger at Dorset, "We've not forgotten you, either, cousin. Waiting to be last so that you can spin us a tale worthy of your theater?"
  8. Francis raised an eyebrow as Lord Mountjoy suggested that the rumor was that the earring was to ensure a proper burial as a sailor. He smiled and shook his head in the negative, perusing his cards for just a moment. He wondered if such stories were but the tamer ones, for it had seemed most courtiers predisposed to see sailors as an uncouth and vicious lot. "There are many reasons for an earring, my lord, but none that I have ever heard only or specifically to ensure a proper burial. Sailors are a superstitious and, generally, religious lot; burial of a crew member is a serious affair and it oft happens that such occurs at sea. Most sailors I have met do not fancy their body being pickled in a barrel and transported home...and some find a dead body on ship bad luck." He did not hesitate in this description, though he would not usually around lady, because he knew that the duchess could surely handle it. She had, he knew, been the one to whom his father's mutilated body had been floated down the Thames to for burial. The Thames was not an ocean, though, and did not require any particular measures other than covering the body, but it was gruesome none-the-less. "They are superstitious enough that some believe you cannot drown with an earring, many sailors cannot even swim, or that it cures seasickness." "And you are correct that earrings can be used as currency, but it is more oft that a man thinks of being shipwrecked alive and needing to book passage home than of his dead body needing buried from some noble foreign stranger. It can also be something of value to be sent home to his family or bequeath to a friend on the ship. Coin rolls, falls, and can get washed away in a shoal, but an earring is lock fast to you." As to their game of insults, it was clear the game was not equally enjoyed by all of their party. "The wit involved in trading barbs is perhaps more barbaric than witty or entertaining when in your company, Lord Mountjoy, and there is certainly no glory in taking such a field. If I might lighten the mood with a story of the earrings of sailors instead? We Villiers can insult each other happily at another time, and the duchess can trounce me whether it is in insults, poetics, propriety, or politics, I would wager," he added, with an boyish laugh and a smile to the lady. He was, like his father before him, quite inclined to being the peacemaker; a gentlemen who wished everyone to feel amicable. The card game, however, continued. Francis paused to play his cards, knowing that he had a fair few hands to make up if he was going to beat Lord Mountjoy.
  9. Francis Kirke

    Lyrical Persuasion | Wednesday, early afternoon

    Francis stayed silent as Sophia worked her magic on the Duke. Or tried to, at least. Buckingham was not an easy person to wheedle. At all. When Sophia asked his (secret) uncle about his time in Italy, Francis licked his lips and rubbed them together. The Duke looked at him, unsurprisingly so. Francis was well-aware that those sorts of questions reminded the Duke of a brother for whose death he felt responsible, and he had a deep understanding that the two had been very close. For a moment, he wondered what Buckingham might say. Not even they talked about such things. He swallowed. At least the Duke was skilled enough in his presentation that he did not let on that Sophia's question was a rather deep one. Francis, for his part, was thankful he could just listen.
  10. "We royalists vote in the House of Lords too or haven't you been sober enough to attend lately?" Francis asked Rochester with an amused laugh as Dorset moved to examine the papers. He raised a blond brow as his cousin made appraisal. "An X!" he snorted with amusement and downed the rest of his ale, returning then to his flask. Speaking of, he raised it to Sedley's call for the outrageous and that there would hardly be letters generated by such things. "Here, here, that is surely the spirit of things." Francis' head snapped around as Merriweather said he had brought accusations from angry fathers and the like. It had not been Buckingham that had told him about Merriweather, but Gwen, and he was now reminded of it. "You are a sick shit," he agreed with Roos. "That is not taste but lack of taste," he added. "One day one of those fathers isn't going to send a lawyer and a note but is going to cut off your cock." He nodded again as Roos expressed the desire NOT to hear from Merriweather...and for a moment, he wondered if Merriweather had made attempts on one of Roos' many, many, many sisters. He dismissed the thought, though, for he did not think one would be predisposed to sit in the same room as such a man after that. "Gentlemen, to lead the way with outrageousness of an acceptable variety, I put forth that I have fucked a veritable unicorn. I shall allow you all to determine the point value for such as we never imagined nor discussed a happening such as this...." Francis led in. "Yours truly was tending the pleasure of a pretty witty widow when what did she confess but that her husband had never done his marital duties! How many widowed virgins do you suppose there are at court? I think rarity and scarcity alone are considerably worthy, as was the utter surprise of it, just before entry!"
  11. "I pray most ladies allow us our gallantry, whether it is needed or not, else what need is there for we men at all?" Francis asked, with a small bright chuckle. "The Duke thinks I should have a gilt walking stick for fashion alone, but I got an unfashionable earring instead, and it does nothing to show off my legs or chase the ladies from them." He grinned boyishly. Francis did, in fact, sport an earring more the fashion one or two kings ago, but he found that it suited him and did not care if no other men were wearing them. "I meant better in the dress than the duchess, it would clearly not be difficult to be prettier than you." He felt he was quite better at insults than Lord Mountjoy, who was considerably gentle. "Though, I think you are not feminine in your insults but positively girlish, for the grown ladies are far more cutting than any man I've ever met and you cannot even be manly with those feeble attempts!"
  12. Francis Kirke

    Lyrical Persuasion | Wednesday, early afternoon

    "I thought you knew I played...but if not, I had to have learned to read music somehow," he said to Sophia with a smile. "I also play the viol, very poorly...ships are not conducive to the practice of lap instruments." Francis was almost to the point where he longed for those times where he had loads of time and nothing particular to do. Things had been overwhelmingly packed for him since Christmas. Buckingham then seemed to discuss his violin and house habits with Sophia as if he were not even present. "He is standing right here," Francis said to the Duke, rolling his eyes with a hint of youthful grumpiness. "Well then he is here to hear the compliment and to have his own advice from earlier repeated to him," Buckingham replied, with an air of verbal triumph.* Francis had to fight to keep his face straight as the duke then warned Sophia of beefy hands from playing the pianoforte. It took a lot of self control not to snort in amusement. He waited to see if the young lady might fall for the duke's teasing. Buckingham so loved to needle when he was in certain moods. Nobody was safe! (OOC - For ease of the flow of conversation, I just stuck this in with Francis' post so that we can move off the topic)
  13. Francis rolled his eyes. They were usually not this tedious! He had come to laugh, not sit around drunkenly spouting off numbers. Francis nodded along with Chatham's suggestion but didn't say anything, not wanting to seem overeager to side with the man. He simply raised his eyebrows as Rochester produced a stack of papers and spouted off with a speech as if............... "What is this? The Committee of Fucks for the House of Lords? Your lawyer?" Francis started to laugh with little rumbles. "I can soundly say Rochester admits to having no honor of the cock by his need to bribe some tavern wenches so that his own lawyer might provide us with proof! I say!" He couldn't help but laugh a bit more. "Did we not say these had to be court ladies? We shall find thirty-something names there that aren't Morgana Painswick or some such?" He gave a gesture to the company. "Since it seems we are a Committee with lawyers and the like, I move to exclude him from the contest...How do you vote, gentlemen?" He chuckled and added, "I do applaud the ingenuity and expenditure though, but I fear we now know why we are drinking cheap, Republican ale!"
  14. Francis Kirke

    Lyrical Persuasion | Wednesday, early afternoon

    Francis' blue eyes went wide as Sophia mentioned to Buckingham that he could sing. Oh what the Duke was going to do with that! He gave the duke a sheepish look and replied, "Not properly, Your Grace, I don't think, but the ladies seem to like it well enough." He licked his lips, "I could not say which ability is better." In truth, if it was his singing, it was not because of training, and that was a rather sad fact. "Oh, yes, thank you ever so much!" Francis joked to the lady. Francis had almost expected Buckingham to demand a song on the spot, for it was precisely the sort of thing the Duke was wont to do. The man very highly valued thinking (or performing) on one's feet, impromptu, at any moment's notice and about anything whatsoever. Sometimes the most unexpected thing for the situation. Francis could rise to that occasion with wit, but...he was loathe to attempt it with song. In the gardens. Where anyone might hear him. "You are indeed magnanimous, for that would be abject horror."
  15. Francis looked between Lord Mountjoy and the Duchess, wondering what might happen next and what might be said! Considering that family talk (and court rumor) suggested the Duchess could hold her own with a rapier with her brother, Francis was never going to be one to suggest she could not best any man at anything. "But a man might also say such a thing about his close friend, about accompaniment into danger, so perhaps that is a compliment and not an admission of weakness or particularly feminine misjudgment," Francis offered, diplomatically. That was...until Lord Mountjoy said something about her benefit of the protection of His Majesty. Then his blue eyes snapped up and he looked between the pair fairly astounded. Well then, he was not sure if that was going to be a shot across the mast to the Duchess or not! It was not his battle to fight, for the aforementioned reasons about feminine assumptions, so he kept his tongue under close guard. There were, of course, many benefits to position, and even benefits to having married a royal duke, but a large portion of his aunt's life had been spent spying during the mentioned Cromwellian years and passing information to her disguised brother, for the King. So, arguably, she had done her good portion of protecting His Majesty as well in Francis' eyes. It was not as if she was one of the King's many conquests who was then later protected from ruin! Though it was true that the King did numerous things for the Duchess, she seemed very self-sufficient to Francis! He kept silent until the quips about his arse, to which he replied with deadpan humor, "I shall pass along both your compliments to His Grace for his household's excellent beneficence and cookery." "With such an sizable derriere, I would look better than you in a dress, though I am not sure that would bother you. It is also thankful that I have such long legs and shapely calves, unlike Lord Mountjoy with his twigs," he retorted, plainly, a tiny grin on his lips. "And do not pretend you do not possess sufficient skill for such a game, Lord Mountjoy; your university antics would never have allowed a lack of development in this particular sort of game!"
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