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.

[musichetta]

And what fault do you find with the name, monsieur?

[firstamidead]

I prefer not to think of our demise.

[musichetta]

Well - [ a slight wibble of her bottom lip. ] - at least it is not a false name, I suppose.

[firstamidead]

Do not fret, mon petit. Here, I am alive.

[musichetta]

S-so long as you promise you will stay as such for a while longer.

[firstamidead]

If it pleases you.

[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?

[musichetta]

It would! But not just me. I think your friends would be even more pleased.

[quatre_ailes]

I certainly shouldn't like to see you idle.

[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.

[firstamidead]

You say that like an insult.

[quatre_ailes]

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

[firstamidead]

It would seem so. And I am glad for it.

[firstamidead]

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

[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?

[quatre_ailes]

I am pleased to hear it! Neither am I, though I don't get to see ma petite quite as often as I would like.

[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.

[firstamidead]

A great injustice indeed.

[justanotheridealist]

[Enjolras tries to keep up, heaven help him. He can't quite fathom the idea of mutants as the word may have different connotations to him. Not to mention the fact that his mun is snickering and is in no mood to explain.]

Sounds pleasant for the most part. Then again, any revolution stirred amongst the masses to aid the people is looked highly upon by me. Not that you need my approval, of course. I'm glad your life seems so fascinating. But why ever would you want to leave such a fantastical place?

[firstamidead]

I know, mon ami. You started it. A different you.

[His smile weakens though.] Life got busy, and the curtain closed. There are still a few of us around from that time. It's why I was brought about. A Christmas present, I was, for another Mam'selle mine knows.

[quatre_ailes]

It is, I am fairly pining away.