InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "It breaks my heart to say it."

Enjolras hears the people sing (letothersrise) wrote in timestreamic,
@ 2016-04-01 19:47:00

Entry tags:

!log/thread, enjolras, grantaire, logan howlett / wolverine

Enjolras Speech
OOC - Once the first group have arrived through the portal and tumble out into the Cafe Musain. Enjolras will welcome them, shaking each ones hand. Their reactions won't seem to phase him. He will introduce them to his friends and Grantaire will offer each one a drink as they settle into the cafe. Once they are all there Enjolras will stand up and quieten the room. That's right. It's passionate speech time.

Feel free to log stuff below or OOC'ly write up your characters reactions to this.

~~~

Friends!

I welcome you to Paris. I will admit I am still unsure as to the magic that has brought you here but I can say that I am grateful you have come.

We are a people held under the yoke of an oppressive and cruel regime. The poor of Paris are desolate, barely able to scrape enough to live on let alone prosper. The monarchy once again holds power it has no right to and I hope only to see blessed Patria free to make her one decisions. To govern herself as is the right of every man and woman. We are not the only nation to fight for her freedom but we seem to have been blessed from a power unknown to us.

I believe this is proof of the righteousness of our cause and welcome it gladly.

We have found you lodgings, they are humble but given the situation, the best we can do. My friends will show you there soon enough.

You find yourselves at our Headquarters, the Cafe Musain, it is here we plan, it is here we meet a number of times a week. I will not demand this of you, only hope it is your intention to aid us. We are available to help you acclimatise to our time and our city. The Republic thanks you for your arrival and I truly hope I may thank you for your aid and share with you our victory when France is free to determine her own fate.

Vive la République et Vive la France!

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

Grantaire reacting to Athelstan

drinkwithme
2016-04-01 07:45 pm UTC (link)

Grantaire had barely been paying any specific attention to the new arrivals. Making sure each was settled in with a drink,a nd that was all. At least until he arrived at a very familiar face. His own face. Only with more facial hair. He paused, cup slipping from his fingers in shock as he stared wide eyed at the man who shared his face.

Backing away, he looked at the bottle in his hand. Then back at his doppelganger. Then back at the bottle again. Before leaning in to whisper in Courfeyrac's ear.

"You see him too, yes?"

"I do, 'aire. It's not just you."

The artist looked closely at his friend. "How much have you had to drink?"

"Not as much as you, my friend."

The cynic couldn't help but grin at that. "Well, that's a given, my friend. But, still..."

"He's real Grantaire."

"Oh."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Floki reacting to Grantaire

hrafna_floke
2016-04-02 03:28 pm UTC (link)

They said that in Valhalla the fallen heroes rose each day to fight the great battles once more; perhaps, then, it followed than in Helheim men would rise to face their far less glorious moments? In any case, it was hardly surprising that the Gods, in their continued attempts to punish him for he-knew-not-what, would send Floki back to Paris. As they prepared to embark on the mission it was obvious how little the idea appealed to the knarrsmithr; his brow was furrowed, his mood as black as the warpaint he had not-so-politely declined to eschew, and the loud blond man's attempt to shake his hand was greeted by a scowl as he stomped his sulky way into the café.

A familiar face thrust a bottle towards him; he sneered, halfway to a taunting "No, priest, I will not dri-" when he clocked that Athelstan was not the man infront of him, though they could have been twins. No, the priest was skulking in a corner, mumbling his useless prayers to a dead god, and this...

... oh, how the Gods mocked poor Floki! He giggled shrilly, bouncing from one foot to another with nervous hyperactivity, as he swiped the bottle from not-Athelstan, his free hand contorting reflexively into a warding gesture.

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -