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"And He shall smite the wicked..."
(France)
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# About me
About Frollo
Aliases: None, but he does have titles, most prominently "Minister" and "Judge."
Age: Senior.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral, though he believes himself to be honest and pure and above the sinful folk on the streets. He truly perceives himself as a good man.
Personality: Claude Frollo is an extremely religious old man and has a fiery hatred for all he deems "wicked", as it seems he sees wickedness in everything except for himself (or, more accurately, he tries to. He does have a conscience, and his temptations haunt him.)
He is stern and quiet and highly judgemental, and he will go to any extent to get what he wants, even if it means burning all of Paris to cinders.
Abilities: Frollo is very opinionated and once he believes something it is very hard to change his mind. He sticks firmly to what he believes to be true. On another note, he is highly educated, and eloquent with his words. He is fairly well at commanding soldiers and can sword-fight and ride a horse.
Flaws: Condemnatory, self-righteous, lustful, and chock-full of hate and distrust of others so much that he manipulates them, Quasimodo in particular. Frollo can also be quite cowardly, especially when threatened with a consequence on his immortal soul.
Companion: Snowball, his horse.
Likes: God, the Notre Dame Cathedral, being respected, being feared, being right, grapes, his horse, swords, wine, beautiful things, Esmeralda.
Dislikes: The Devil, Gypsies, witchcraft and magic, "the weak, lycentious crowd", festivals, anything which he does not understand, Quasimodo, Esmeralda.
Fears: Hell, falling to his own sin, his feelings for Esmeralda *and Esmeralda herself*, pain, corruption, not being respected.
# Comments
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It was late at night and Arthur walked the streets of Paris in his peasant clothes in search for an inn that would take him in this late.
He stopped by light of a building taking the time to get barings of where he was and try to heat his cold hands
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The building, unbeknownst to the boy, was the Palace of Justice, where the minister and judge, Claude Frollo, lived.
He just so happened to have had a nightmare which woke him up, and was on his way downstairs-- a candle in his hand, casting long shadows behind him-- to get himself water.
As he passed the window, he thought he spied something yellow, like a tuft of hair, but did not stop to investigate further. It was probably a stray cat.
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Arthur spotted the shadow move along the wall, it looked a ghost the way it cast over the building, a single flame gave it the feeling it was floating
Creepy.
He pulled his scarf closer and proceeded into the night
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Then he saw it again, and it vanished.
A grimace crossed the minister's face. Perhaps he should check.
Frollo threw open the doors and stepped outside, cutting an intimidating figure.
"Who goes there?!" he bellowed.
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The noise startled the blonde and caused him to run from the intimidating figure
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It was a warm afternoon in the autumn when Esmeralda headed to a street of Paris which was meanwhile very familar to her... because it was a place where she was able to dance without interruption, most of the time.
It seemed that the guards had intensified their efforts to find gypsies and were trying to find reasons for arresting them during the last weeks, which was not a good sign.
Nonetheless, the gypsy girl was in a good mood today. The street which was her aim was isolated enough for dancing and making music - but today she would be alone and only dance without musicians.
Esmeralda hold her tambourine in her hand and was walking in a cheerful way, her thoughts already being at her dances.
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Judge Frollo, in contrast, was in a more sinister mood.
Find gypsies indeed- he had ordered his men to crack down, and that they were.
The Minister of Justice road down the street on his horse, soldiers accompanying him through a backalley, to avoid the attention of the rabble and also to have the element of surprise on any gypsy they might stumble across.
Soon, over the rhythmic clip-clop of their horses' hooves, another sound sprung up, higher-pitched and more distinct.
...Familiar, too.
Claude's eyes went wide, memories surging back to him. Could it be? Was it the same tambourine?
He squinted, and surely enough, Esmeralda passed between the two buildings up ahead of him, confirming his fears.
((Sorry if it's awful, I'm really tired as I write this!))
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Finally, Esmeralda had reached the square she had aimed for and was smiling at the sight of the citizens who passed... today was a day where all people seemed to be in a good mood.
She lifted her right hand with tambourine in the air and began to move her hips rhythmically. Beginning with a slow dance, she was quickly entirely concentrated on the music and her own dancing when something came into her mind which made her wary - wasn't that the sound of hooves? And there were not many persons in Paris who were riding on horses in general - apart from some aristocratic persons and... the guards.
The gypsy girl stopped her movements immediately and turned around. During this moment, no soldier couls be seen, so she hurried to the next corner and peeked around.
What she saw let her blood feel as if it was freezing for a moment... there were not only soldiers on horses, it was even worse: The was Judge Claude Frollo himself, sitting on his tall and black horse - for the gysies, the most dangerous enemy in this city. But yet, he had not seen her, was the thought which ran through her mind.
Esmeralda turned around and hurried to a small path which led through two streets. It was more a hidden path than a large street, gloomy and currently empty. She walked in a normal pace because surely nobody had seen her. But her ears were listened if the sounds of hooves came nearer and into her direction.
((It was a great posting! 
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"After her," Frollo commanded.
The guards looked at one-another knowingly, as the minister was supposed to have stopped all this. Yet he hadn't, and they were not allowed to disobey him, so they alerted their horses and started after Esmeralda, as a group.
"Slowly!" the judge snapped. "Do not cause a scene. You three-" He pointed at the guards in question. "Pursue her. The rest of us will go around and cut her off. She won't expect it. We have no need for this... criminal ... to run rampant in our streets."
They departed from the main party, leaving the judge to his devices. He knew of a route between the houses that merged with Esmeralda's tiny path. They could intercept her if she didn't have any more tricks up her sleeve.
Frollo lead Snowball off to the right, and he and the remaining guards disappeared behind the buildings.
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The gypsy girl was in a quite satisfied mood again, expecting that no soldier had seen her. Then she stopped her movements for a moment and only listened.
She could hear the approaching sound of hooves indeed - what an adverse fate which had not been expected. Going back was not an option... now she could run as fast as possible to the end of the path - but wouldn't a horse be more fast than her anyway? Esmeralda looked around if there was any possibilty for hiding, or maybe... if she could sneak inside of one of the houses and walk across the rooms, finally reaching the exit door into safety?
In a hurry, she ran a short distance and checked some windows, but they were all closed. Then she was lucky - there was one window opened and she climbed in, falling uncomfortably on the floor.
Luckily, this room was completely empty. Probably the owner was working. It was a kitchen, but she had no time to observe anything closer and her gaze fell on the door.
((If this will lead to another situation than my original idea, it's also okay. You can decide if she can escape, or if he will catch her.
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((I'm not sure how long you wanted to draw it out... Maybe Frollo does catch her, but the gypsies swoop in out of nowhere before things can really go Frollo's way and we go with what your idea was from there?))
"Sir!" exclaimed one of the guards when Frollo and the men that were with him got back to the main party.
The minister glanced around perplexedly. "Why, she's all but vanished," he murmured under his breath.
"She broke into that house," said the guard, pointing.
Frollo looked up. Almost imminently, he spotted the open window... and no screams were coming from the place, so it must be empty except for Esmeralda.
Perfect. "Surround it," he snapped. "I want no exit left unguarded. I am going in."
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Esmeralda was heading to the exit door of the house... innerly she was cheeering up because this had been a clever way to escape. At least this was what she thought during this moment -
of course it had been a risk as well, but if somebody had been inside the house, she could have tried to explain everything... But she was lucky and this house was completely empty.
But when Esmeralda peeked out of the window before opening the main door, she stopped her moves and took her hand back from the door latch. She had seen the glimpse of a guard.
The black-haired woman turned around and returned to the corridor, this was not the way she wished the situation to be...
(Yes, that's a good idea as well.
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When Esmeralda doubled back into the hall, Frollo already had both feet inside the house, and stood up to close the window.
"Esmeralda..." he breathed, tapping his fingers together. A little worm of a smirk appeared on his face. "Always running, are we?"
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Esmeralda halted abruptly when she saw who stood in front of her - no other person than the Minister himself....
She turned her head and watched out for a possible way to escape, but she knew that it was senseless since she had seen through the window that there were guards standing around the house.
"Only when it's necessary..." she answered with a dry undertone. "I'm sure that you are aware that I have nothing done - nothing which gives a reason to be pursued."
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Frollo stepped towards her.
"If you have done nothing wrong, why have you found it necessary to run?.."
His eye twitched at the tone of her voice. She couldn't be less pleased to see me...
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"Because the guards are known to chase gypsies away..." Esmeralda answered. "Even when they are doing only harmless things, like playing music... or dancing. Or even worse, arresting us. I don't think that I have done something wrong, but I wanted to avoid being arrested."
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The minister wanted to tell her that she was indeed doing something wrong; she was not being with him.
So he frowned and glared at her, not moving a step from the window.
"Do not poison me with your lies..."
She was trapped, as long as he was blocking it, but that left them at a standstill.
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Esmeralda stared into his grey eyes for some seconds. She didn't understand why there was so much hate in him toward her and the other gypsies.
"I didn't lie." she said stubbornly and made a little gesture with her mouth with was typical for her.
((Awww, this is cute that he wants to be together with Esme. <3 Maybe he could arrest her and she will trick him with showing some affection and will use a situation to flee. Just an idea. 
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Claude inhaled when Esmeralda made eye contact, entranced by her green orbs. His own eyes were filled with sadness and longing, for a second- then he flinched when she looked away and put on his usual angry facade.
"You are under arrest, Esmeralda."
((Yes, haha.Β Β Poor Frollo.
That sounds like a good idea!))
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Esmeralda sighed which was nearly not hearable. This was what she had expected...
"Very well," she said stubbornly. "I know that the house is surrounded by guards... so it seems that this time, there won't be another way for me to escape."
((Ha ha, yes.
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Frollo took a few steps from the window.
"No, not this time." Not ever again.
He halted, and smirked. "Come with me." He wasn't sure if he actually planned on keeping her in jail, but it seemed like a viable option.
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The gypsy girl secretely thought that she would try every way to escape which was natural for her character... she was a woman who was used to freedom and own decisions.
But she didn't speak out her thoughts loudly and only showed a gloomy mien.
"Fine," she answered with a dry tone which revealed her unease. "I will come with you..."
She sighed and took a few steps, glancing outiside the window where she could still see at least one guard and then made a step into the direction of the judge.
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Frollo paused to let Esmeralda pass him, to lead the way outside, so he could leave the house with her in front. That way, she couldn't sneak off behind his back and make a break for it.
The whole time, he was silent and imposing.
((Sorry! Gah! I keep getting so tired by the end of the school day I don't want to bother logging on. I'll try not to do this. Sorry, again.))
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From time to time, Esmeralda turned her head in order to check the situation, but Judge Claude Frollo and the guards were always near. When the group had arrived at the square in front of the Palace of Justice, she crossed her arms and addressed the Minister with a composed and more neutral voice:
"And to which place are we going, a cell in the dungeons?"
((It's okay! 
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Claude raised an eyebrow. For some reason, he didn't think he would get this far.
"Yes, of course. There's nowhere more fitting for a gypsy witch than the dungeons." He pointed to the guards and snapped, "Lead her inside!"
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The gypsy girl answered Judge Frollo's sentence with a gloomy mien and observed his facial expression. She would have liked to give him a cheeky answer, but on the other hand - and she didn't like to admit it in front of herself - the thought of being trapped in the dungeon kind of frightened her. Especially, when the memories of the result of her last expercience inside a prison came back into her mind.
"Wait..." she said slowly. There was a thought in her mind, but she wasn't sure if it was a good idea or not.
"Don't you think we can... talk about it differently - and discuss the topic at another place?"
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The old man halted suddenly and gritted his teeth. "What place?"
Truth was, Claude Frollo did not trust her. Not at all.
But...
She wanted to talk. Esmeralda of days past only wanted to get away. Maybe, in exchange for not being in the dungeon, the gypsy would choose to be with him...
"You're trying to deceive me," he said with a little frown. "You will run away as soon as we get anywhere else."
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"I don't know... maybe... in the garden of the Palace of Justice?" Esmeralda answered. "As long as it's not inside the dungeons again," she added in thoughts and gave the judge a thin smile.
"You should give me the chance to discuss with me without judging too fast. Maybe... but only if you give me a reason to run away."
Esmeralda was curious how the Claude Frollo would react. Actually, she had never even tried to talk with this man. In the world where she had grown up, in the world of a colorful and free gypsy life, he had always be seen as an enemy... and something else - another view of him or at him by her people - had never been an option.
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"In the garden of the Palace of Justice..."
Frollo shut his eyes for a brief moment. Was she truly trying to talk to him, or was it a trap? She had smiled-- in doing so she'd succeeded in getting under his skin. When he looked at her again, he looked lost.
The minister gave in.
"So be it."
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"Thank you," Esmeralda simply answered. It was a sentence without much emotion, but contained thankfulness nonetheless.
"Maybe you could tell me.... why you hate gypsies so much. I mean, I would like to know which experiences you had in the past."
She stopped her walk and waited which direction toward the garden the Minister would choose, because she didn't know where exactly it was.
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The Minister turned right and opened a gate that led into the garden. He still had a suspicious look on his face.
"What is there to tell you that isn't already clear? You are all criminals."
That, Frollo felt, was putting it extremely gently.
"Murderers, thieves, con-artists... witches."
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Esmeralda took a breath sharply; for her ears, all these words were not right for her people. She had a look around. The garden was beautiful with many colorful flowers, but she wasn't able to enjoy the scenery because there was the dark silhouette of the judge, like a bird of prey who had entered the peaceful garden of other birds.
"Maybe some of them of thieves because they are too poor and desperate... they don't know where to get food or some money for food otherwise." she said, not hoping that this would really convince the Minister.
"But.... there are also gypsies who try to earn money honestly nonethless, with showing some tricks and jokes in front of the citizens. Also... when I come to myself, I have an innocent soul without doubt."
She turned her face to the Minister and gave him a charming smile with big eyes. Actually, she was really convinced of what she was saying.
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"Honest!" gasped the minister, aghast at the very thought of it. "Innocent and honest... what lies!"
Esmeralda's smile caught Frollo off guard. Very off guard. He was in the process of starting to say something else when she did it, but whatever he'd been thinking of was zapped from his mind and all he could do was smile back, twitchingly.
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Encouraged by his smile, Esmeralda placed her hands on his shoulders. Into her chest, her heart was beating fast.... she must be crazy to do this, was the thought in her mind.
"We all are different, and I'm different as well... Don't you think that you could trust me... or give me a chance to show you what I'm meaning?" she asked with a warm voice.
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"And if I go down this street here...I'm..." Isabella read a map as walked the streets of Paris passing by the Notre Dame as a result. She paused for a bit and looked around. Nothing seemed to look familiar to her. "Huh. I know this is the right way to reach the French Fireside Girls HQ."
She glanced at her map again and then looked over at the tall building sitting right next to her. "Well there's the church at least."
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The Honorable Judge Claude Frollo stepped neatly from the church and shut the door behind him, pausing in his tracks to look in every direction.
The streets seemed calm today, yet still, Frollo hated to mingle.
His entire mishap with the scorching of the city did notΒ Β sit well, per-se, with most of the townspeople, especially since the minister never truly held their favor to start with.
He started down the stairs and breathed sharply.
"Well, there's the church at least."
That voice! It was familiar... he had spoken to this girl before, but where?
As Frollo glanced across at the Fireside Girl, a memory sparked in his mind. No, it couldn't be... could it? But how was it possible that Isabella was in Paris? She had even criticized him for his time.
No... Maybe this was somebody else. Or, perhaps, it was safest to pretend he never even laid eyes upon her.
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The Fireside Girls leader looked around again at her surroundings looking for anything familiar aside from the church. She soon laid her eyes on a figure not too far away from her. It's Judge Frollo. She thought to herself. She was aware of the deeds he had done and all of the destruction which had resultedΒ due to him. The man was clearly unstable to say the least and the last thing she wanted to happen was for him to do something to her. She pondered if she would even be safe to ask a simple question. No, it's too risky. Perhaps she was better off asking someone inside of the church.
Isabella watched him for a bit and waited to see where he was going to head. Her plan would be avoid him altogether if possible and get inside of the church.
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Frollo finally made a decision after standing in conflicted thought for more time than necessary.
Against his better judgement, the old man turned and headed straight towards her. All he had to do was confirm that it was not Isabella, and then he could be on his way without the burden hanging over him all day and night.
"You there!" he barked. "What is your name?"
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Isabella jumped a bit at his sudden call out to her. Avoiding him wasn't going to work now. "Oh! Uh it's Isabella Garcia Shapiro. Are you Frollo by any chance?" She asked him.
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Frollo's heart skipped a beat.
It was Isabella. He was right.
"Witchcraft," the judge muttered under his breath, too low for her to hear. "Yes, Isabella," he said, louder, appearing nervous. "That would be me...."
His mind was exploding with questions. How did she get here? Had she lied to him? This girl was either a witch or a liar, and neither option was good.
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"I thought so." She replied before glancing at her map again, "You wouldn't by any chance know where the French Fireside Girls are?" Isabella then asked him.
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"You lied, then," said he, lowering his brows. "How else would you and more like you get to Paris? You said yourself, Miss Garcia, that you were from a different era than I..."
Anger coursed through him.
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"Oh that. It was through a time machine. Yeah I know it's way ahead of your time, but if you want, I can show you it for proof." Isabella offered. "It's a form of technology."
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"Technology!" Frollo hissed. "You mean the same form of dark magic which created that horrible white creature?" He swung his arms out. "I do not want to see it!"
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"Dark magic? What are you talking about? Some of the buildings here were made through technology, howbeit it was an older form, but still technology nonetheless." Isabella tilted her head at him. "Funny you should mention Baymax by the way."
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"Oh, I know that." Frollo shook his head. What a tricky little girl!
"Technology," he lamented, "In your time is, according to him,Β science...Β and he said that science was witchcraft before covering it up to try to deceive me. There are only so many lies one can tell before they..." He descended from the last stair and circled around the young scout. "Catch up to you."
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"It's not witchcraft though. Anyone could do it, even you." Isabella answered and kept her eyes locked on him as he circled around her. "Besides, it's not as bad as you're making it out to be and it can be quite useful." She paused for a bit and tried to think of a way to present it which would make sense to him. She was from the future no doubt and he knew that, but how could she explain it to him without him jumping straight to conclusions.
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Frollo's lip curled.
"Useful!" He exclaimed, glaring harshly at her, but beneath the anger was a mix of fear and hurt. "You are naught but a child, yet are still trying to delude me." He abruptly looked away.
Her long black hair and blue eyes were enough to bring to the surface memories of Esmeralda... tormenting him.
"What are you doing here?" he whispered. "Haven't you seen enough?"
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"I'm just looking for the French Fireside Girls. I'm supposed to meet up with them." Isabella simply answered him, not really being in the mood to try to convince him otherwise about technology.
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"At Notre Dame?" He raised an eyebrow.
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