early July; video;

[ruinsprofessor]

[Some little time after the festival at the end of June, Raine logs on to the network with the gleam of experimentation in her eyes.]

In the wake of the Summer Jubilee, some of my artes have undergone a mild change. If there's someone with an hour or two to spare, I could use a hand investigating just how changed certain of them are.

[She pauses there, realizes that elaboration may be necessary as most of her artes are for healing and she does not in fact intend to injure anyone.] There should be little to no risk of harm involved, I simply need another living being and I'm loath to involve Ryder, benign as the artes in question may be.

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ooc; please note a content warning for material relating to addiction in the thread with Solomon.

To What I Have Condemned Myself: (Video Post)

[solo_patria]

[The Enjolras who appears in the video today looks much like the Enjolras who arrived last year, hair pulled back into a braid as tight as he could manage it, secured with the black barrette made from the odd metal like material that had shaped itself after he'd picked it up, not a hair out of place, or a button undone on his waistcoat, the gold hoops back in his ears and polished to a shine, with an expression which only matches the severity of his dress.

Not even so much as sighing now, Enjolras gives the camera a fairly stern, though hardly severe, look and maintains that contact as he begins speaking.]

It falls to me to announce that Etienne Combeferre has been called to depart our company, should anyone here wish to know of that.

[He would say more, only it is out of place, and well, losing Combeferre once, for a space of perhaps ten minutes at the most was terrible enough. Contemplating this, the punishment he is now certain is the fate that he condemned himself to once, is far more painful than he could begin to cover here, and certainly it is well deserved, and Joly, were he still here, has now been proven wrong. If their time here, and watching them all fall before him is not the punishment of fate, or God, or whatever controls these things, then he would surely not be the last of them left behind.

In begging Malicant to spare him the other punishment he'd earned for his actions in life, in falling to his knees and essentially asking that he be spared his rightful due,he'd only put it off, and, at the same time, ensured that his punishment, finally duly received, is much the worse. He hates himself for that, for ensuring that he would finally be the last one standing, and the only member of his old guard left, though that consequence had not occurred to him at the time, and most of all, he hates that just like that, Combeferre is gone and that he's caused it, and in doing so, not only punished himself, but deprived the clinic of its operator, and ensured that the person he most loved, in either world and beyond them, is now robbed of his second chance at life.

For Enjolras, though, it is only Justice being served at last, and it was wrong to try outrunning that for so long as he has. Now, of course, the only natural thing to do is to accept and live with this, and not to carry on, because, as awful as it is, as horrible as he feels, it is only what he deserves, and so, the Right has had its way at last, no matter how he'd tried to impede it, and with a little extra thrown in there as well. His gaze remains impassive, rather dead, as he looks into the camera for perhaps a fraction of a second longer than is his usual wont, before Enjolras remembers, and sharply upbraiding himself for losing that control in front of strangers, he recalls another thing he needs to do.]

In addition, I would like to request all members of the dragon Iskierka's crew please meet me at our training spot in one hour's time, or contact me privately for details of this meeting. Thank you for your attention, everyone.

[And Enjolras, still impassive is inclining his head once more in the direction of his monitor before the recording stops, silently coming to its end.]