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Lucien Enjolras ([personal profile] untamedantinous) wrote2023-11-01 08:54 pm
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deux: it must be done

Enjolras has not held a musket since the barricades. However, there's no time like the present. Through trial and error and various annoyed thoughts directed to the closet in his rooms, he has found one that will suffice. It feels ...strange, to have one in his hands again, to know that not so long ago he had held one and killed more than once with it. But he is pushing aside any lingering apprehensions he may have and heading outside to the shooting range some helpful person had set up in the recent past. Perhaps no one will bother him here, he hopes, it is fairly far afield; and the whole purpose he has will make it difficult to have any conversations.

The slight tension in his shoulders may belie his earlier anxiety, but it has not affected his aim as of yet. Should anyone follow the sounds of gunfire, they will find Enjolras as well, loading, firing, and reloading his musket with some determination.
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[personal profile] futaille 2023-11-02 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Grantaire hears the sound of musketfire from some distance away and something draws him inexorably toward it. He follows the sound with a bottle in hand, and as he approaches, he huffs a bit to himself as he ascertains the source.

He doesn't particularly want to intrude or interrupt, but neither does he want to leave, so instead he sits on the ground several yards behind Enjolras and just watches contemplatively.
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[personal profile] futaille 2023-11-02 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
For someone who has spent the greater part of five years watching Enjolras, though, it's a glowing beacon. A solar flare, if you will. He frowns absently at the signs of tension but says nothing. He knows deep down that anything he could say would resonate quite differently outdoors, and without another eight people to completely change the acoustics.

So he continues to watch, also without a word.
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-02 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Magnus hears the sound of gunfire and goes running, naked sword in hand. TJ Junior? Ragnarok?

No, just -- Enjolras, was it? Magnus recognizes the look of a man training for some kind of pressing battle, so even though guns aren't really his speed, he returns Jack to pendant form and wanders up, hands shoved into his pockets. "Hey," he says. "Good aim."
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-02 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, dude, for sure," Magnus says. "I know what that's like. I trained so hard with my sword the other day that I'm still sore."

Of course, that had been partially in service of trying to reach Alex. And that went... how it went.

"I think I've gotten better since I got here, though," he adds, musingly. Funny how fighting for fun builds skill faster than fighting to postpone the inevitability of your daily death.
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-03 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I have found that there's a real shortage of people trying to kill me here," Magnus says. It's impossible for others to tell whether he's happy or disappointed about this; he himself doesn't really know. "Probably it'll be the same for you. Guns aren't really useful where I'm from, but my buddy Thomas Jefferson Junior has a musket with a bone steel bayonet. The bayonet packs a real punch."
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-03 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dude, I super feel that," Magnus says. "I feel like most of what I've done since I've gotten here is read and train." Which isn't that different from his life in Valhalla, but it feels more aimless, here, without the constant pressure of preparing for Ragnarok.
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-03 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I guess everyone has their hobbies?" Magnus says. "But I get it. I like structure."
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-04 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"What kind of pamphlets?" Magnus asks, rifling through his mental notes for a moment to recall the details of their earlier conversation. "For your revolution, you mean?"
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-04 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Magnus nods, considering. "I've been thinking about putting up some advertisements?" he offers. "Trading skill for skill. I think that learning would probably fill the days now that I'm no longer, you know, doing Battle Practice all the time. You could still make informational pamphlets about topics you care about and share them, maybe?"
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-04 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I dropped out of high school a few months in," Magnus says. "There was this whole... wolf situation." They were magical, sent by Fenris, and they'd murdered his mother. And then he'd been homeless and too busy trying to survive to attend. "It's weird, but this is the first time since I was fourteen that I've had enough down-time without the threat of mortal peril to really want to dive back into it, you know? Like, I'd go to the library and read and stuff, but that's a different kind of learning, I think."
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-05 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd love to be better at strategy," Magnus says. "I don't know much about philosophy, though. What's something you like about it?"
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-06 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
"I have opinions about all those things."
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-06 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, kings are bad, obviously," says Magnus, who was named after one. "As are people who uphold unjust laws and policies, like pretty much every single police officer in the world. And in most of the other Nine Worlds, too. People are dicks to the homeless and they shouldn't be. I can keep going?"
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-07 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah?" Magnus says, eagerly. "Tell me about it?"
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-07 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, right; the entire revolution. Magnus makes a mental note not to tell Enjolras about the French Republic's hijab ban just yet. But if Sam ever shows up, he'll caution Enjolras to be careful about the France talk around her. "You mentioned the rebellion," he nods. "Were all your discussions about that?"
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-07 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
"So what did you talk about when you weren't talking about philosophy?"
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-07 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I actually meant outside of the meetings!" Magnus says. "Because it sounds like you hung out a bunch. But... yeah. This place really is quiet, huh?"
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-08 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh yeah?" Magnus prompts. Grantaire is the guy who held Enjolras's hand, he remembers. He wonders what the story is there.
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-08 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Food is good," Magnus says. "You know, I bet if we had more communal meals here, it would feel more... lively."
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-08 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Is that a bad thing?" Magnus asks. "And couldn't the fridges just supply everything?
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-10 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Fridges," Magnus says. "At Valhalla, everyone ate dinner together. Well, we did it in three shifts, because there were tens of thousands of us, sorted mostly by age at time of death. And the thanes got triple dinner, I guess. But it worked out really well, actually, you know? You kill each other in the afternoon and then split a nice dish of Saehrimnir at night."
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-11 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Love a good vote," Magnus says. "We could totally do that. We could also put up signs saying it's happening and people can show up if they're interested."
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-12 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"That's me, dude," Magnus says. "Solutions guy."
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-12 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I have tons of solutions," Magnus says. "If anyone would ever ask me back home, I think I could fix a lot of stuff. I don't know how much relevance they have here, though. I don't think land ownership and carceral systems are things that even exist in this place, for example." He considers. "I guess we could have a World Religions class here, though. Since it seems that everyone has a different pantheon, or I guess a different interpretation of christianity, and that seems to be the ripest source of misunderstanding in a place without clear ruling class and their militias. I mean, police forces."

He is, in truth, trying to impress Enjolras a little bit with his opinions, but he also firmly believes in everything he's saying.
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-14 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I know nothing about christianity," Magnus laughs. "I'd leave that one to other people."
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-15 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh yeah, I wasn't expecting you to do it," Magnus says. "Just thinking out loud about how to fix some problems."
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-24 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah!" Magnus agrees. "It's good to have a starting place."
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-24 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
"I can help," Magnus says. "Surely there's an atrium or, like, auditorium or something tucked away somewhere."
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-24 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, that's easy, I practice swordplay in what I assume is a ballroom a couple times a week."
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-25 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"It's on the opposite side from the kitchen," Magnus says. "Down a half-flight of stairs. Second door... yeah, I'll just take you there sometime."
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[personal profile] summerdude 2023-11-25 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Cool," Magnus says. "Find me later? I'll show you. Good luck with your shooting, man."
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-11-02 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Claudius has been away from war long enough to not jump at the sound of gunfire. Even when he was a soldier, guns and explosions froze him still, unable to move his finger on the trigger and face the killing of another man, and so he earned his reputation as a coward. He'd like to say he lost his fear of killing since then, but it depends on the weapon.

Nevertheless, he has enough courage to move towards the sound instead of way, and stops near enough to admire Enjolras's arm on the musket, his stance and steel-like gaze on his target. Once the target's been hit, Claudius claps his hands together in the silence before reloading, just once so as to announce his presence. "Well-aimed," he says. "Hello again, Enjolras."
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-11-02 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"A welcome disturbance, if any," Claudius says with a laugh. "But don't mind me. I'm only imagining what you'd look like on horseback."
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-11-03 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
"And you were never forced to serve, I suppose, beyond the service you chose willingly for France. I served against the French in Normandy," he says, by way of explanation, "but however I aimed, I could never hit a Frenchman on horseback." Once again, he tries to imagine Enjolras as one of those brilliant French soldiers, whose riding made his heart seize and his hands shake and the firearm shake inside them. The thoughts clattered inside his head, like so much useless metal and wood: I can't do this. I can't be this. But King Hamlet could, King Hamlet served beside his armies to inspire them, King Hamlet had an eye like Mars to threaten and command --

King Hamlet is dead, and Claudius killed him. He closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, it's a crisp, bright day by the shooting range. He smiles pleasantly.

"If I'm uncharitable," he continues, after what must've been a moment's thought, "and I tend to be, I think my brother sent me there to fail. But I did my service in the medical tents eventually, pulling bullets out of men instead of trying to fire them."
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-11-04 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Physic and philosophy -- two necessities for a revolt, I'm sure. It seems like there are never enough hands to pull bullets out of men on a battlefield, and words of reason are in even shorter supply. All the words of reason couldn't stop two kings from sending men to die in droves over a strip of Norman coast not big enough to bury them in." Claudius shakes his head, suddenly unsure why he's saying all these things. It's far easier to be bitter about war in the abstract. "My apologies. I'm quite glad your friend was there with you."
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-11-05 11:28 am (UTC)(link)
Claudius doesn't know whether to offer condolences or not -- it's a strange thing, to be talking to a dead man about his dead friends. But Enjolras, Claudius reminds himself, is quite alive. Grantaire was quite alive under Claudius's hands. That must be what's unsettling him so, the sense of standing on a battlefield and speaking to a ghost. A ghost like a man Claudius could've slain, but didn't, because life had other ghosts waiting for him.

He refrains from giving condolences. "You've admirable friends. Grantaire spoke admiringly of them, too -- I'd like to hear more of them, when you've a mind for it." Inclining his head, he asks, "Would you care to show me how to use a firearm like yours? I might have better luck on stationary targets."
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-11-06 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's a musket1, yes? I haven't held one in some time. Whenever I was compelled to join a hunting party, I contrived some reason to stand back, so as not to embarrass myself." He idly waves a hand, waving off whatever embarrassment he might feel now, telling his weaknesses to a handsome young man on a shooting range. "I might remember how to aim. But when it comes to firing, I've always lacked the conviction and courage -- two traits I understand you possess. You've a very sure stance."

1 The typist likes to handwave timelines and will never commit to saying what year Claudius came from, but the Danes were using muskets by 1611.
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-11-07 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Claudius can't help but smile. Enjolras has a very sure stance, but it's clear he hesitates, when it comes to the matters of teaching and sharing with other people. "I'll watch you fire first. If you don't mind."
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-11-07 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
No hesitation at all. Wistfully, Claudius wonders what that’s like. But confidence can be trained — he suspects he’s a more confident dancer than Enjolras, and certainly more confident with casual flirtations. Those things come with practice. “It’s as though the weapon and bullet both are only extensions of your will,” Claudius says admiringly. “I’m quite impressed.”
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-11-07 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"He imagined more genteel hunting parties in your future, I'm sure," Claudius remarks dryly. "Chances to see and be seen by important people on your way to becoming the next magistrate." It's something fathers do, isn't it? Teach their sons skills to set them up for success on a path that just so happens to run parallel to their own? Or it's something Claudius observed. He learned most of his skills like this, by standing back and watching, though he was rather less chatty as youth.
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-11-08 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll be quite grateful for your instruction." Claudius takes the musket from Enjolras -- it truly has been some time since he held such a thing. But he can see now he held it too tight, stock gripped in his shaking hands, afraid to drop it and dearly wishing he could. He has to consciously loosen his grip, when he raises it again.
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-11-11 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Claudius laughs, and there's something like relief in his laugh -- at the teasing, comfortable and familiar, and the confident grace of Enjolras's hands on his. He doesn't have to stand here aiming at the ghosts of his past, recounting past mistakes. "Like a dangerous but biddable young man. Yes, I'll keep that in mind."
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-11-12 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
“With firearms? Not since the war. With young men, yes, all kinds. I may lack martial skill or strength, but I admire it … and there are few things more satisfying than taking some attractive firebrand and turning him to my purposes with a word, or a look, or a touch on the chest.” He’s only teasing to build back his confidence — but it’s working well enough. A gun is a dangerous weapon, but it will only do what Claudius bids it to do. All it takes is a touch. For the first shot, he doesn’t have to aim anywhere but away, and when he presses the trigger, it’s a far-too-easy flick of the finger. The recoil does hit harder than he expected, and he hisses, but there’s something satisfying even in that, like the bucking of a rough and eager lover.
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-11-14 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you for your instruction," Claudius says back appreciatively. "I wouldn't have managed otherwise. Also," he adds, "the biddable and easily lead men are only one of my weaknesses. I also like the charmingly difficult."
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-11-14 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Claudius laughs, delighted and surprised by how much that sounded like flirting back. It's probably wiser to assume it isn't, given everything he knows. "I'll look forward to it, then," he says, and offers the gun back.
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-11-14 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
"I could use another recommendation. I appreciated Rousseau's rather vicious critique of hereditary monarchy and may be persuaded against monarchy altogether. But like all cynics, I was more convinced by his arguments against than his arguments for anything. I'd like to read what your other philosophers say about the ideal state of governance."
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-11-15 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I've seen what Grantaire has to offer. But I like a balance of perspectives. Why choose one when you enjoy both?"
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-11-15 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
It’s almost a wonder, how ably Enjolras dodges implications, as though Claudius had just loosed a volley of arrows and Enjolras sidestepped them all without noticing. Claudius smirks and shakes his head. “Any and everything. I have a hunger for knowledge, or so Laertes tells me.” Laertes said love, but love is a rather tender and vulnerable word. “I’ll ask him what Voltaire he’s read when I see him next … and take whatever writings you can find when we meet again. It’s been a pleasure, Enjolras.”
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-02 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Laertes distantly hears the sound of shots from the range Nina had set up, and he thinks that he'd like to break the good news of his marriage to her--so he lopes around the grounds toward the fence in the shadow of the wood. Upon arriving, however, he sees not Nina, but Enjolras, grimly firing off shot after shot.

Laertes slows to a walk, approaching from an angle that he hopes will both reveal him to Enjolras's eyes and shield Laertes from musket balls. It's a delicate balance to walk. "Enjolras," he calls. "It's good to see you."
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-02 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"I understand the yearning," says Laertes, a touch wryly. "I've almost finished building a boat, since I came here--the clear air has been good for my humors."
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-03 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"A month," Laertes answers, after thinking about it for a moment. Time tends to slip away from him even at the best of times, and here, there is no round of Sunday masses to keep the tally. "Christ, has it only been a month? I can scarce believe it. It feels as though I've done a thousand unthinkable things since I came here."
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-03 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"What type of occupation suits you?" Laertes asks. "When we spoke last, it was revolution--but revolution is a means to an end, not an end itself."
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-04 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Thus, the gun." Laertes tilts his head a little, studying the musket. "Would you prefer a less dangerous form of exertion?"
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-04 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Laertes grins. "How are you at running?"
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-04 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Catch me, then," says Laertes, and he takes off at a sprint.
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-04 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Laertes is fast, but more than that, he has stamina. After he rounds one of the Mansion's many improbable corners, he slows to the kind of ground-eating stride that he could keep up for an hour if he had to--looking back to make sure that Enjolras is following, pouring on speed when Enjolras seems to be catching up.
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-04 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
For a while, Laertes just lets himself get lost in the sheer joy of exertion: the wild laughter, the pounding of his own heart, the way Enjolras's face seems alight with something other than purpose. Right then, he burns to keep making Enjolras laugh.

In a meadow near the edge of the wood, though, where the grass is woven through with purple clover, Laertes slows just enough to let himself be caught--if Enjolras cares to catch him.
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-05 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Laertes flops down beside him, grinning. His cheeks are flushed with the run, but he feels impossibly good; the scent of clover is all around him, and the sky is powdered with fine, high clouds. "At times we forget--we're panting, sweating creatures, as much appetite as angel. We need more than purpose to sustain us. We need good food, employment for our hands, and the company of others." He tilts his head to turn his smile on Enjolras. "I enjoy thy company very much, sir."
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-05 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"May I kiss thee?" Laertes asks, light, smiling. "It's of no moment if thou say'st no."
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-05 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course--as I said, it's of no moment." It was a gentle enough refusal that it only touches Laertes lightly; the day is still fine, and the company is still good, and what regret is in his heart is easily quieted. "I did find thy Socrates," he says, diverting to a new subject without letting his smile waver. "It was funnier than I expected. But I see why thou likest it. There are passions enough in it to rouse a mouse against injustice."
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-05 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh? What's he like?" Laertes asks.
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-05 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Laertes reaches across the grass and briefly presses Enjolras's hand, then withdraws. "I hope he comes," he says. "He sounds like a fine and noble heart, and one that ought to beat again."
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-05 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Tell me of thy friends," Laertes offers. "If they come, I want to greet them as though they were my own."
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-06 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Laertes listens to this recitation in silence, bearing witness to the names and lives of these dear strangers. He almost feels them close by, voices echoing from beyond the impassable gate--the high, strident tones of their calls for justice, the hush of their conspiracy; the ringing gladness of their laughter. He wishes he could take Enjolras's hand in his and hold it, offering mute comfort to his grief. "I wish I knew them," he says at last. "I hope I may, one day. Thy love for them is woven through every word."
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-06 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
At that, Laertes does take his hand, fingers warm and sure on the cool grass. "How wouldst thou make this a place that would welcome them?"
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-06 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
"It's true; for a place where so many people live together, it often feels as though our lives are as separate as islands. Shared meals might do much to unite us--or meetings, of the kinds thou hadst with thy friends."
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-06 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"It might be a good way to find out."
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-06 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"The welcome table? How often did you meet, in Paris?"
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-06 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Then we'll try twice a month, and see whether that answers thy need." Laertes withdraws his hand and knits his fingers together over his stomach, gazing up at the slowly drifting clouds.
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-06 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"If it feels lighter now, then I'm happy to take a little of thy burden." He laughs, just a faint huff of sound. "I'm happy to draw thee on to pleasures. Hast thou ever been swimming?"
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-06 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
"It may not be fine much longer." Laertes heaves himself up, then reaches down for Enjolras with a smile. "Come on--I promise I'll keep my eyes on thy face."
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[personal profile] timebethine 2023-11-06 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Laertes swallows down his first answer (I find them very pleasing), and his second (I find thee fair enough as thou art). "Thou art no marble statue," he says instead. "Thou art meant to live, not only to be seen."
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[personal profile] onthewillowsthere 2023-11-02 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Like everyone else, Galahad is drawn by the sound of the musket firing. It is entirely foreign to him (T.H. White notwithstanding) and when he finds Enjolras he stops and just watches him for a long while.
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[personal profile] onthewillowsthere 2023-11-03 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
Finally, curiosity overtaking him, he comes closer to Enjolras. "What is it?"
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[personal profile] onthewillowsthere 2023-11-03 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"No." He comes closer. "It is a weapon?"
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[personal profile] onthewillowsthere 2023-11-03 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
His driving curiosity here is whether his ability to use any weapon translates to weapons he's never seen before, and he takes the musket at once. It does come to his hand easily, and he lifts it to his shoulder as he watched Enjolras do. It feels as natural there as Laertes' sword did in his hand.
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[personal profile] onthewillowsthere 2023-11-04 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Galahad squeezes the trigger experimentally, just to feel what it's like. "Yes."
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[personal profile] onthewillowsthere 2023-11-04 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
He nods. He has no idea what will happen -- it's one thing to have immediate mastery of a weapon used in close combat, and another for a distance weapon, which works on entirely different principles -- but he aims carefully and shoots.

What happens, to his great interest, is a sort of splitting of the difference. His form with the musket is very nearly perfect, and the recoil doesn't bother him, but his shot goes wide. He supposes that makes sense. God is in his arm, and by extension the musket, but not the musket ball, and he already knew from billiards that aiming at what you want to hit can be challenging. He glances over at Enjolras, pleased with the knowledge.
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[personal profile] onthewillowsthere 2023-11-04 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes." And then, after a beat, "Thank you."
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[personal profile] onthewillowsthere 2023-11-04 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
It's a great deal of work, and Galahad does wonder why not just use an arrow, but he's more interested in the process, so he takes it all in. He nods at this instruction.
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[personal profile] onthewillowsthere 2023-11-04 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
If the loading of the musket seems complicated, this back and forth is easy. Enjolras instructs, and all Galahad has to do is listen, and then use his body in the way God intended. He takes the musket again. His past selves were frightened by the idea of being a weapon, but Galahad is used to it, and it doesn't perturb him.

This time the shot is closer to the mark; the bottle rattles slightly as the air goes by. He has to try, and as with billiards, he likes having to try.
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[personal profile] onthewillowsthere 2023-11-05 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
He nods and says, "Thank you," just to be on the safe side (it's obvious to him that he's appreciative, but he's learned over time that it is often enough not obvious to other people). He has a fairly good memory for the steps, and he does as Enjolras did, powder, ball, and wadding."
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[personal profile] onthewillowsthere 2023-11-06 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
So he does. If Enjolras doesn't object, there's a real chance that they will just be standing around shooting for the next few hours; he tends to hyperfocus on new projects, just as he did with Grantaire and the billiards.
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[personal profile] onthewillowsthere 2023-11-06 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
By the end of it, he actually can hit his targets fairly well, and he looks over at Enjolras for approval in a way that, even with his often blank affect, is obvious.
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[personal profile] onthewillowsthere 2023-11-06 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really?" with a flush of gladness -- he didn't know how to do that before, he had to try.
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[personal profile] onthewillowsthere 2023-11-07 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"When did you start?" He's not sure how old Enjolras is, but they seem close in age.
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[personal profile] onthewillowsthere 2023-11-07 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
At seventeen he was already in Camelot. "Who taught you?" he asks.
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[personal profile] onthewillowsthere 2023-11-07 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"For hunting?" The very idea seems faintly ridiculous -- Galahad had looked at the musket and decided immediately that it was a weapon for battle.
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[personal profile] onthewillowsthere 2023-11-08 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you for teaching me."
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[personal profile] onthewillowsthere 2023-11-08 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
That's a more generous offer than he had expected. "Thank you," he says again, and then, "My name is Galahad."
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[personal profile] protagonisthalo 2023-11-02 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Luo Binghe, upon hearing more loud noises, wanders over in hope that Nina is behind them. Instead he sees a blond man he's yet to meet.

He stands and watches for a time before making his presence known. When Nina described this weapon to him, he thought it a poor substitute for a cultivation technique he does not favor. But he can appreciate the deadly precision of it. Luo Binghe has no need of such a device, but he can see how mortals with no powers would find it efficient.

Luo Binghe does not particularly like getting to know people, but as more and more people arrive, he is beginning to feel unmoored by his ignorance. More connections are always valuable. With this in mind, he feels himself quite generous and accommodating as he says, "A fascinating display."
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[personal profile] protagonisthalo 2023-11-03 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
This mildly annoys Luo Binghe. He's never seen this man before; now he claims to be constantly the center of attention? "Who are you, then, to be so sought after? I am Luo Binghe." He bites back the Emperor of the Three Realms. He'd rather not say it than say it and be mocked for it, as keeps happening. How this place tests him.
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[personal profile] protagonisthalo 2023-11-03 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"You don't favor the company of strangers? I don't either. There is little else to do in this place, until some strangers become friends, and even then more people arrive daily. It is tiresome in the extreme." Luo Binghe might call it a hell, except that he has experienced hell.
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[personal profile] protagonisthalo 2023-11-03 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Have you grown close to anyone?" If he's friends with the people Luo Binghe hates, this conversation is barely worth having.
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[personal profile] protagonisthalo 2023-11-05 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Ugh, Claudius? Luo Binghe doesn't know about the other; they've never met.¹ But Enjolras didn't say he liked Claudius, he only said they've spoken. Luo Binghe will magnanimously extend him grace. He is a new arrival, and Luo Binghe himself was initially swayed by Claudius' wiles. "I would take care with Claudius. He is not so sincere as he seems." He gestures to the musket. "What need have you for such a weapon?"

Luckily for Enjolras, Luo Binghe has no interest at all in who his friend from home is or what their relationship might be.

¹Yes they have.
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[personal profile] protagonisthalo 2023-11-07 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Enjolras' acceptance of his warning pleases Luo Binghe. For some reason, people have been all too eager to take Claudius' side in their conflict, but it looks like this man is more sensible.

A man who maintains his weaponry without any obvious dangers around is either a trained soldier or paranoid, and as a notoriously paranoid person himself, Luo Binghe is intrigued. "You had need of it where you came from, then?"
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[personal profile] protagonisthalo 2023-11-08 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"You came directly from a battle? What was the conflict?"
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[personal profile] protagonisthalo 2023-11-08 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Ha. A revolutionary who has no idea that he's speaking to an emperor. The irony amuses him. He's not remotely threatened by this; he has no objection to people rising up against power, as long as he is not the power. Luo Binghe himself has deposed a number of kings. "Unsuccessful, it seems."
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[personal profile] protagonisthalo 2023-11-11 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Indulge my curiosity. What were the king's faults, that made you rise against him?"
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[personal profile] protagonisthalo 2023-11-12 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"What is a republic?" His interest is piqued.
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[personal profile] protagonisthalo 2023-11-13 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Luo Binghe laughs. "That seems unstable. Couldn't a powerful enough man simply defeat the elected leader, and establish himself as king?"
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[personal profile] protagonisthalo 2023-11-13 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"A strong leader would unite the factions, and command the respect of the army. Perhaps no one in your world has the type of power I mean." If Enjolras is from one of those worlds without demons, this makes a little more sense. Luo Binghe could see humans allowing someone to take charge of them based on nothing more than an election and some ingrained sense of propriety, but no demon would respect a leader they didn't believe could kill them. "Tell me, what thinking species inhabit your world? Humans alone?"
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[personal profile] protagonisthalo 2023-11-14 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"If it were me, I would not be defeated," Luo Binghe says smugly. "In my own world, I united both the human and demon realms under my reign. Strength is the only true currency of value, because neither honor nor ideals can conquer it. I should like to see how your Emperor of all Europe could match with me in one-on-one combat."
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[personal profile] protagonisthalo 2023-11-15 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Obviously. You mentioned he was dead," Luo Binghe says, unbothered. "Let me know if he shows up here, then. I hear being dead is no obstacle."