on his pb and existence again

[firstamidead]

So I am back.

A near year break, perhaps more. I see why it is. Another adaptation, hmm. Well if it sparks your interest in our plight again, I can hardly say it is something negative. At least I am not idle.

I am however more amused that you stuck to this face. The irony is not lost. A British aristocrat to be me? You do remember what we're fighting for, no? A French revolutionist with a British aristocrat's face. I'm sure Grantiare will see amusement with it.

Also the name. I mislike it, mam'selle. I would rather not think on it. Failures do little good.

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[musichetta]

What is it they say about idle hands?

[firstamidead]

I have much to keep myself busy with, it seems.

[musichetta]

And I'm sure you have many a friend who will be pleased to see you again.

[firstamidead]

I have plenty of friends indeed.

[justanotheridealist]

Bahorel?

It has been awhile, dear friend. I'm glad that I waited around this place. I had a great deal of optimism that a familiar face would emerge, one that was decidedly friendly. It is very good to see you alive and well. At least I trust that is the case?

[firstamidead]

Mon Capitaine. [He's glad to see you.]

Mam'selle used to have me out a lot back on the other place, but alas, I fell into disuse. However here I am once more, and if you completely ignore the name she put to this writing device, I am indeed well. And alive.

[justanotheridealist]

Please, you know I prefer to be called your frère.

It is an unfortunate name choice, but the irony is a little morbid now. Prouvaire would appreciate it. To see you again is an honor. May I ask what other place you're referring to?

[firstamidead]

Too true. [Someone is prossibly drunk on a very expensive bottle of wine.]

It was a game, not on this thing, dream thing. There were mutants and New York, and the Amis fought the injustices of social oppression upon those whose evolution sparked a mutation, involving the X-gene. Once Lemarque was killed, we struck out. Though we all had jobs at this school, teaching young mutants, civil duty, blah, blah, blah. Fueilly was pleased enough with it.

Suppose we all were, though I wasn't around when Bossuet arrived. Pity.

[quatre_ailes]

I certainly shouldn't like to see you idle.

[firstamidead]

You say that like an insult.

[quatre_ailes]

It's not! I just know the trouble you're capable of when bored.

[firstamidead]

Well you shall know I am not bored. And still up to no good. [Sly grin.]

[fondofbeingseen]

Well, I for one, am pleased to see you've returned. A year is far too long if you were to ask me.

However, I'll make certain to properly chastise your mundane for her.... tactless choice of name.

[firstamidead]

I am sorry you have suffered so long without me.

Ah, but it is the truth. And we cannot ignore it, simply write our own. After all, technically I was dead before you were born, mon petit chou.

[fondofbeingseen]

I shall forgive you, but only this once.

I much prefer writing our own, and I will insist our writers continue at it. [A frown.] Because even though that is so, I much prefer you being perfectly well during my life.

[firstamidead]

Then I hope to never be out of your presence for a year. It was tedius.

[He smiles sweetly. You are too good for him.] I am sure they shall write quite lovely things, things unbefitting the name 'Les Miserablés'.

[beautedudiable]

I've been told that I absolutely must make your acquaintance... And I thought I'd offer my own sympathy for the name she's given you.

[firstamidead]

Well hello to you. [Checking you out.]

It is well, something I have lived with for a time. Or died with if we are being technical. [Aha, death jokes.]

[beautedudiable]

[Oh she doesn't mind one bit. She might be checking him out in return.] And hello to you.

I rather dislike technicalities, they can be so boring... Regardless, it's terrible to have a constant reminder as such.

[firstamidead]

[He takes her hand and kisses the back of it, bending quite low in a bow as he does so. Big gestures are his thing, even when they cost nothing.] Bahorel. It is a pleasure.

It is what it is, and I would rather a painful truth than a pretty lie.

[putthebottledown]

'Tis rather amusing, if you ask me. [ Your face, he means. ] Oh, but at least you have icons!

[firstamidead]

My face is well and good, thank you. And I am fortunate that she chose someone not from that version for there would be no icons of me.

[cynisme]

The irony is not lost on me, Bahorel, no. As for failures...I did warn you.

[firstamidead]

And you still parished with us.

[cynisme]

...Yep. We've all got our faults.