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1 [Accidental Video]
[The feed turns on with Marius lying on a couch, flipping through a few letters on old paper, reading them to himself. He seems to be ignoring Enjolras, who is also in the room, because that's what he tends to do whenever Enjolras doesn't approve of whatever he's doing -- which, at the moment, seems to be talking about one (1) lovely young woman.]
I wonder if she could appear here.
[It's an absent murmur to himself as he folds another letter to set on the table, shifting to one that is a little more worn than the others.]
I daresay she could, but it is rather pointless to speculate.
[Enjolras is sprawled across a chair, frowning intently at his own comm. He is trying to comprehend the whole 'reading on an electronic device' thing and not having much luck with it, unfortunately. Eventually, he turns his attention back to Marius and barely restrains himself from an eyeroll.]
Honestly, Pontmercy, is this all you can talk about? Even Buonaparte would be a welcome break from this -- whatever this may be.
[Marius ignores his initial dismissal, but his attention is caught by the mention of Napoleon, and his lips twitch upward into a slight smile before he tilts his head back to look at Enjolras with a bit of an accusing look.]
You are one to talk of not knowing how to change the subject.
[He returns his attention to his letters, flipping one over to read the back.]
Besides, I remember the last time we spoke of politics. It ended poorly -- and as I have nowhere to escape you on this flying vessel, I think I'll contain myself to speaking of subjects that you cannot possibly argue with, such as the poetry of Cosette's letters.
[An annoyed little tsk.]
I care little for the poetry of your beloved's letters, since I do not intend to read them. They are yours and yours alone, Pontmercy.
[Marius almost retorts with a snippy 'one day you will fall in love and I will have the great fortune of rubbing it in your face', but he stops himself from doing so, because... no, he won't. He will die, as will they all, and the thought seems to give him pause, enough to fold all of the letters up and set them aside, folding his hands upon his chest as he stares at the ceiling contemplatively.]
You would think that you, of all people, would appreciate Buonaparte's civil code of conduct.
I? You know very well what I appreciate, Pontmercy, and it is hardly that.
[He draws himself up in his seat, eyes flashing just a little.]
I cannot understand why you would condone such a man. If you had supported Lafayette I should never have forgiven you.
[That is, actually, a very sore subject even after two years, and Marius would do well to tread carefully. But he dismisses that with a wry purse of his lips.]
This is a welcome change from your letters, at least.
Perhaps I will get a dog and name it Lafayette, so that it may guard my door. Or maybe even show you where your own apartment is.
[But the way that Marius says it, with a slightly teasing tone, indicates that he is far from serious -- and he pushes himself up before he adds a quick:]
You would do well to learn other subjects. Perhaps painting, or maybe even knitting -- crafting scarves would keep you out of politics.
I shall not follow where it leads, in that case.
[There's the slightest trace of a smile, but hey. It's enough, for him.]
I have never been --skilled at that sort of thing. Not like Feuilly or Prouvaire.
Nor I, but there is no time like the present for the mastering of the arts, especially as we are trapped on a floating ship with a various list of subjects we cannot discuss with one another lest we throw each other overboard.
[It's said dryly as Marius stands.]
So knitting it is.
[And the feed turns off as Marius picks up his communicator.]
ooc; Red is Enjolras, blue is Marius! Both will respond. Feel free to comment on their immaturity or their politics or that they need lives. Because they do. Desperately.
I wonder if she could appear here.
[It's an absent murmur to himself as he folds another letter to set on the table, shifting to one that is a little more worn than the others.]
I daresay she could, but it is rather pointless to speculate.
[Enjolras is sprawled across a chair, frowning intently at his own comm. He is trying to comprehend the whole 'reading on an electronic device' thing and not having much luck with it, unfortunately. Eventually, he turns his attention back to Marius and barely restrains himself from an eyeroll.]
Honestly, Pontmercy, is this all you can talk about? Even Buonaparte would be a welcome break from this -- whatever this may be.
[Marius ignores his initial dismissal, but his attention is caught by the mention of Napoleon, and his lips twitch upward into a slight smile before he tilts his head back to look at Enjolras with a bit of an accusing look.]
You are one to talk of not knowing how to change the subject.
[He returns his attention to his letters, flipping one over to read the back.]
Besides, I remember the last time we spoke of politics. It ended poorly -- and as I have nowhere to escape you on this flying vessel, I think I'll contain myself to speaking of subjects that you cannot possibly argue with, such as the poetry of Cosette's letters.
[An annoyed little tsk.]
I care little for the poetry of your beloved's letters, since I do not intend to read them. They are yours and yours alone, Pontmercy.
[Marius almost retorts with a snippy 'one day you will fall in love and I will have the great fortune of rubbing it in your face', but he stops himself from doing so, because... no, he won't. He will die, as will they all, and the thought seems to give him pause, enough to fold all of the letters up and set them aside, folding his hands upon his chest as he stares at the ceiling contemplatively.]
You would think that you, of all people, would appreciate Buonaparte's civil code of conduct.
I? You know very well what I appreciate, Pontmercy, and it is hardly that.
[He draws himself up in his seat, eyes flashing just a little.]
I cannot understand why you would condone such a man. If you had supported Lafayette I should never have forgiven you.
[That is, actually, a very sore subject even after two years, and Marius would do well to tread carefully. But he dismisses that with a wry purse of his lips.]
This is a welcome change from your letters, at least.
Perhaps I will get a dog and name it Lafayette, so that it may guard my door. Or maybe even show you where your own apartment is.
[But the way that Marius says it, with a slightly teasing tone, indicates that he is far from serious -- and he pushes himself up before he adds a quick:]
You would do well to learn other subjects. Perhaps painting, or maybe even knitting -- crafting scarves would keep you out of politics.
I shall not follow where it leads, in that case.
[There's the slightest trace of a smile, but hey. It's enough, for him.]
I have never been --skilled at that sort of thing. Not like Feuilly or Prouvaire.
Nor I, but there is no time like the present for the mastering of the arts, especially as we are trapped on a floating ship with a various list of subjects we cannot discuss with one another lest we throw each other overboard.
[It's said dryly as Marius stands.]
So knitting it is.
[And the feed turns off as Marius picks up his communicator.]
ooc; Red is Enjolras, blue is Marius! Both will respond. Feel free to comment on their immaturity or their politics or that they need lives. Because they do. Desperately.
( voice )
Nep isn't at all deterred by his sudden shift in mood. She sounds as cheerful and friendly as ever. ]
Au contraire! [ Then she has to pause because she actually has no idea what that means. This causes a break in character and the accent is lost. ] Wait... I mean, yes. I've never cared fur politics. Mostly beclaws my planet's politics were pretty much "obey, submit, consume" with an added "don't get in the way of the highbloods." Also beclaws it's boring and it's not like my caste was high enough fur anyone to care about.
...Luckily none of that is relevant anymore! [ BECAUSE EVERYONE IS DEAD. ] But I suppaws I could make a political character. Ohhhh, that's be an interesting change of pace! I've never played anyone like that befur! Since my detective character has a Sherlock Holmes quirk, purrhaps a political character could have your speech pattern.
[ There is a distinct possibility that this chick is insane. ]
( voice )
I think not.
( voice )
Then what would you suggest? You're the expurrt!
( voice )
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[ and the law is not mocked???????? ]
On a scale of one to Terezi how much do you love justice? Fur the record Terezi is my furiend. She has all these cute little plushies that she likes to interrogate and execute them fur their crimes against trollmanity.
Re: ( voice )
I am not the law, mademoiselle, I simply studied it. I am a son of the republic of France, no more and no less. Justice for the people is sorely needed in our country.
[Otherwise known as he refuses to answer your silly questions, Nep, sorry.]
( voice )
Oh, Furance, I met him once! Earth country, right? Wow I should've recognized the speech quirk, it's just been so long...
Anyway, this may just be me, but you sound quite like a rebel.
( voice )
....It is a country in Europe, yes. [He's going to ignore the last of that, except the end -- here, his voice takes on a note of pride.]
I am. My friends and I fought for the rights of the people.
( voice )
Sorry, I'm afuraid I don't know what a Europe is. I think I've heard it a few times around here but it's one of those human things that I sorta just nod and smile to.
[ Yeah that note of pride just makes her ship it harder. ]
An admirable thing to fight fur.
[ Too bad her own planet's revolution was kinda a miserable failure whoops. ]
( voice )
[A beat.]
Thank you.