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Francis Kirke

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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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    Buckingham's house | Pall Mall

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  1. "You know I do prefer your brilliant words to be turned to brilliant subjects. Cock jokes are far too easy for you," Francis replied to Rochester. He laughed at Nicci's barb at never having seen the French version. "Ahh, Lady Cambray. Welcome!" Francis greeted the newcomer. "I do not think any claimed French ones the larger, for that would be quite the feat!" Francis chuckled more. "For though once upon a time from that land, my friend far prefers the generosity of England! And her King, of course." He found it a bit odd that Nicci's words were turned around to opposite, and he jokingly made sure none had misconstrued; the man must be too drunk to actually follow conversation. "Ha, well, is it my turn then? Lady Cambray rather distracted me from the game." (Card 11)
  2. Francis had to hold in his amusement, and further hid it behind taking a liberal gulp of his drink. "Perhaps they just enjoy talking about war," Francis postulated instead. After all, the little trio was made of two sailors and one life guard! "I can attest at least two have great enjoyment in speaking of things which cannot be spoken of in front of a lady." War being the obvious one. There were plenty of things men talked about outside the presence of ladies. "Success at court life requires much studying and diligence. You should not think yourself immune to the necessity." He chuckled, "I once thought myself finished enough for all this business, and then His Grace made me bow some hundreds of times and now I cringe to think how wet behind the ears I must have appeared." Francis might look quite young, but he was not. And he had already mostly raised one child, even though Tom was not his, clearly, and he knew a thing or two of young ladies from Sophia. He thought himself worthy of dispensing advice since he had the young lady's attention captive. For the rest of the lunch, Francis spread his conversation around, for he was far more interested in Dorothea than in the girl that seemed so very much younger! He was also quite certain to give his mother her due devotion, and he did not much care if George teased him of being his sister's mummy's boy for the entirety of the Easter weekend for it!
  3. Francis Kirke

    Business in the Park | 10pm-ish, 6th April

    "Indeed," Francis replied. When Francis heard the giggle, he craned his head to see the picnic-like spread behind the gentleman on the bench. It was not abnormal to see people going about their pleasure. Dark corners everywhere in London were for fucking or thievery, and such rang true for most port cities as well. He could smell the opium. It was a familiar scent. It would have been rather amusing if it was his product, but he rather thought his far too expensive for this lot. His paced only slowed a little, so as to make sure nothing strange (stranger than the usual nighttime degradations), was going on before he would continue his pace onward. After all, he was no voyeur!
  4. Francis was happy to let Buckingham do what he did best and that was claim attention. He stood by pleasantly amused by the exchange between the two. Francis was in Nicci's company far more often than the Duke. He sat down with them in the middle row and looked to see who was around them before directing his eyes to the front, eager to see what Sophia had come up with for tonight. He knew her mind to be quite dynamic, and he had also seen the lengths she could go to, so nothing would truly surprise him. If she looked his way, he would give her a wink.
  5. "Financial enterprise, eh?" Francis replied, before offering a hmm as he thought that over. These days he was not as much in to financial enterprise as he had been in his past. He did not take it as a particularly good omen. Then again, having spent so much time in Italy, where fortune-telling still quite popular, he did not think a card table the right venue for such arts. "What happened to the riches of your heiress?" he asked Rochester, with a sly smirk. As to any kingly sceptres, Francis added with a chuckle, "I do not even think Le Roi could come close to match it. Perhaps that is why the French war so much, to compensate for lack of endowment elsewhere."
  6. "Thankfully, our mermaids were more functional. The costuming allowed the 'tail' to split. The illusion only held together when they held together their legs." He paused and grinned, "That did not last very long!" As to the mermen, Francis said, "I've never dedicated much thought to a well-hung merman! But yes, where do they stash that...Thankfully, our mermaids did not need to search for our cocks anywhere!" Shaking his head, Francis said, "No, I cannot say that I have. The Duke has far more talent in such artistic realms than I do. I was not raised dancing in court productions or acting in them; whereas, our Duke has been doing so since he could walk." Francis had the dramatic flair and a way with words, but he had never put them to practice, for an utter lack of opportunity to do so.
  7. Francis raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Oh? And what might that be?" He surely wasn't going to encourage a relation of his aunt's secret husband to be wild, either! That would not make for good familial relations. "And perhaps they might teach you a thing or two as well," Francis postulated. "I find it good to have friends of all sorts of personalities." Francis kept most of his bad behaviour behind closed doors and in privacy. Unlike many of a libertine bent, Francis did not have the luxury of doing whatever he wished. It had taken some work to get rid of the association between Charles Kirke's atrocious behavior and reputation and himself, and everything about his future depended on what people thought of him. The Duke had been quite clear that peers were quite singular in their way of looking at things: nobility was inborn, and if one acted so, one must be so, and his future depended upon that. The King might like him no matter, but that was not true of everyone who might have a say in what his future could be. So he had to be able to traverse the proper crowds too, and he'd rather like to keep his gentlemanly and dashing reputation. (OOC - since Monday is out of the timeline, we should wrap this up in the next few posts 😄 I started the thread for Thursday so I wouldn't forget, so Francis can get his Dorothea time then too.)
  8. Unsurprisingly, Francis supported all the measures to raise funds for the Navy with his vote but volunteered no other topics. I'Faith, the Navy, ships, war, and trade were the only political areas he felt he had any competence!
  9. Francis pushed his hair back over his shoulder as he sat next to Dorset, giving the other man a quiet whisper of, "Is Newcastle's clan stalking you to make certain you shall be a model husband?" He raised a brow and grinned. Francis put in 10 pounds instead of the required five, "Extra since I've joined late, seems only fair." When the deck was pushed toward him, Francis leaned forward, only to pause at Dorset's comment. "When I turn over a lady, it's surely done better than you," he replied with a smarmy smile and wag of his brows. (#15)
  10. At the end of the Pall Mall street, wedged between St. James Park and St. James Square, stood a large mansion that in centuries to come would evolve to become far bigger with addition after addition until it was to be called Buckingham Palace. Such a lofty name however was far in the future. The Buckingham mansion as it was now known was drawn up of fine white marble and sandstone, with clear Baroque geometry. Inside cherubs in a blue sky was fitted over the white plaster. Each room held a different color and nothing was short of lavish. The mansion was square, but inside the servants still had the habit to refer to the left as the west and right as the east wing; the west wing dedicated to the Duke's chambers, and the east wing deserted for he had send his wife to her father in the country, long since grown bored with her behavior which was an impediment on his fun. Paintings by Rubens, Rembrandt and Lely were displayed in the large hallway, created to impress the visitor, an enormous marble staircase drawing in the eye. The front garden was filled with various flowers, although it was mostly greenery now. In the back there is a long walk designed by a garden architect, so that the duke could walk and find intimacy with his private guests at every turn. A large fountain in the middle sprouted moist into the air. Francis had already sparred with Tommy early that morning, bathed, and survived through the Duke's morning pontificating. Shortly, the artisan from Kingston was due to arrive and then they would go to the palace so that the lady's gifts and hopefully Francis' pickles could be delivered to the Queen. He was quite sure the ladies had talked about their trip when they had returned on Monday, so hopefully Her Majesty was looking forward to it. Francis had some notion that these later bits of pregnancy were not particularly enjoyable. Being large and not being able to go out much at all... Well, it did not sound fun to him. He had chosen a pretty mint green and blue brocade, accented with silver for the day's attire, silver breeches, and a grey hat to match. He stood by the window overlooking the front of the house, waiting for the arrival.
  11. Francis Kirke

    Business in the Park | 10pm-ish, 6th April

    (OOC - I'm not sure which thread to tag Francis into since he's just walking home *snort* and I don't think he knows about the Moon event, though Bucky does, so I'm just tagging him here, though he may come across sounds from the other group at some point) Nights had a certain chill about them this early in the spring, so Francis' finery was half covered by his cloak as he walked home from Whitehall through the park as he oft did when he did not ride the short distance. Walking in the dark on the lane could be a wish to get hit by someone's coach that close to the palace, and Francis did not always wish to deal with riding horses. The park was much safer on foot, as Francis was hardly afraid of ruffians or unwanted sexual advances, and Buckingham lived right across from it. The pipe he had lit on his way out was nearly down to ash as he enjoyed the light of the moon nearly full, thinking about the following evening when his uncle was to take up the great mantle of freemasonry. Francis had more than just sugary pickles being delivered the following day as he had arranged for medallions to be struck around Christmastide. It promised to be quite the full day.
  12. There was no mockery in it, but rather amusement at knowing what the lady liked and what could draw her attentions, so it was rather fortuitous that Francis was rather clueless to the possibility. He rather hoped his lady mother would invite her to come and see the library, for he was quite sure the lady would enjoy it no matter its size and contents! "I do not mind," Francis said. "It was meant as a diversion for some of the Queen's ladies since things have been so quiet. Why do you think I would believe you some usurper?" he asked, quirking a brow and attempting to hold down his grin. "Though I will say that I do not believe you shy!"
  13. "In all honesty, the writing was not so very collaborative," Francis confessed. "I had an idea to take His Majesty, His Grace, and some friends on my yacht for a swiving tour of the Thames and arranged for some mermaids to be picked up. I envisioned His Majesty with a very phallic trident of Poseidon commanding them to his service. So, wishing to spread the fortune of such an audience and knowing his skill, I asked Greyson to write something for our arrival to pick up our mermaids." He chuckled at the memory and then said cheekily, "It went swimmingly." Now Greyson was off in Italy, and other places, on the Duke's service. On the surface to write, but it was not truly to write. "I would prefer the theater for unification purposes," Francis assured the man. He might be good at fighting and even at commanding salting sailors, definitely at wielding a sword, but that did not mean that he enjoyed bloodshed. It was instead an honorable necessity.
  14. After an afternoon mostly spent making some last minute preparation for Thursday evening, Francis wandered in to the room, curious to see who had gathered to play cards that evening. It was not overly crowded, and Kingston noted a few of his acquaintance in attendance. Wandering over to the table where Nicci had just arrived and Dorset sat with Rochester, Chichester, and some others, Francis greeted the lot with a smile. "This does not look like your general game of cards," he commented, raising a brow with curiosity, listening as the rules were explained to Nicci. Flask in hand, he took a long sip, giving a wink at Nicolette when it was her turn. (OOC - cross-posted, so I had Francis overhear the rules if that's okay )
  15. Francis had already made the bottom of his shirt all wet, but he accepted the towel anyway. There were some things, especially in the (relative) privacy of home, that betrayed Francis was not some coddled and well-trained lordling. He rarely stopped to remember the dignity of using fine cloths for mopping up sweat! One did not run about with fine cloth to mop sweat at sea. One had worn sun-bleached cotton swath of fabric around one's head for sweat, or a hat. Or both. And when that failed, one's shirt. "Ah Windsor. I spent much misspent time there during my youth." He had also passed most of the court recess there, but he generally did not mention it. "I was there when the theater burned, getting people out," Francis mentioned, "So, you could say that my ducal benefactor is not the only theater-goer in the family. My own meager efforts do not stray much beyond arranging amusements for His Majesty, but I am quite proud of the little Poseidon ditty I put together with Master Greyson for such a purpose. I rather miss that chap! It was rather integral to receiving my position." He chuckled, "Here and with His Majesty." Francis thought his prime value mostly in being witty and amusing, for he was rather blind to his other virtues and values in this (still rather novel) court life. "Artistry moves men. Hearts are not stirred by the boring and mundane. Not in this age!" Perhaps in Cromwell's time when dancing, theater, music, and Christmastide were pretty much outlawed!
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