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

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!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.

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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!

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the__wolverine
2016-04-03 04:18 am UTC (link)

It took Logan a few moments to notice something strange about the wine. All he tasted was... well, wine. Not the soil from the vineyard. He should be able to tell the region it came from based on smell alone, on a good day maybe even if a man or woman had picked the grapes from the vine. He lowered the bottle, his gaze scanned the room. He should have been able to isolate the heartbeats of each of the people in the room, but he couldn't even make out his own. Not a good sign. If all of his abilities were similarly suppressed... well, Adamantium poisoning wasn't exactly pleasant.

When Faith came over, he gave a nod. Taking the cigarette from her, he replied to her suggestion with a curt "Yep" and rose. On his way out he spotted an oil lantern and lit his cigarette on the flame. He opened the door with his back, and turned out into the street. Memories of his youth came flooding back, as he took a pull on the cigarette, and glanced at Faith to give her the once over. She was beautiful, but had an edge that somehow managed to manifest in her features. Her dark eyes were those of someone who'd darkness and horror up close.

"So Faith. Welcome to the 19th Century. Whaddya think?" he asked. "Nice dress by the way" he said cheekily as he looked away to take in the surroundings. "We're in it now. Up to our fucking eyeballs. Starting a revo-fucking-lution. Hope you're good in a fight" he said, waiting for her to lead the way.

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darkslayer
2016-04-07 02:21 pm UTC (link)

Faith was less than impressed by the 19th Century if she was honest. It smelled, they'd put her in a freaking corset and she'd only got what was left in her lighter before she too was lighting cigs off a lamp too. On the upside, there were cigarettes. And booze. But both and Buffy had been feeling off, there were vampires here, but there was something else too, something deeper.

"I'm good in a fight." she said calm and measured. She was kind of built to be a weapon against evil after all. "Mystical calling blah blah. Though I'm not sure they anticipated the French Revolution." If this was her world there'd be a Slayer somewhere in the world. But she knew it wasn't. She'd heard of the Musical. She wasn't sure there was anyone that didn't know the name. She didn't know anything more than there was a musical and it had been going for ever.

She took a drag on the cigarette as she walked, musing on all of this, on why, on who she'd met so far, first impressions had been interesting.

"So...I'm leading us somewhere but I have like, no idea where we're going. Do you know Paris at all or is this just wandering until we find something interesting? And can you get us back here? I mean I probably can but you look like you're good at this kinda shit."

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