tushanshu | [Filtered: Les Amis (including Temeraire, and yes, you too, Courfeyrac's Puppy),

[Enjolras stares out at the camera, his expression set and his eyes hard. It would be clear, likely, to those who know him, that he is not handling the Empresses's (yeah, he'd disrespect you equally if you were a emperor; he just can't get behind the gendered terms in his mind)announcement well. In truth, he wants to go out and break something or set it on fire, or some other urge he has ever repressed, and will continue to do so. To think of THAT coming home, to the people. No.

Full understanding's dawned now, and that understanding is horrifying, dizzying, and there is but one way that Enjolras can think to even begin dealing with it. When he speaks, his voice is grave, the tones used on the barricade, though modulated for this moment at least.]

And so we learn the way of it at last.

Might we all speak together soon? I...am in need of all of you and what actions that we may plan to take.

[And, in a rare display of actual anger, saved up perhaps, from Gavroche, along with other things, brought to light by the threat to Patria, he's slamming a fist down, HARD, upon his desk, enough that he sees a crack left behind, though that does not really help. The last time anyone has seen him give in to something like this would be July of 1830, but he's done it as it is.]

We fight for France, and the people again. There is no question of it. But in the matter of how, I am outclassed. Might the rest of you have some thoughts? Please begin considering them until the group of us may meet.

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Of course, Enjolras. I believe I still have the largest suite. Should we need a meeting place I will happily open my doors.

[He's looking -- troubled, rather than angry. But his has always been a quiet anger, saved up for when he needs it most. In any case, he comes up behind Enjolras and just rests a hand on his shoulder, lightly.]

Of course we do. We always will, I would -- that will never come to France. I will not let it.

When do you intend to have this?

[Maybe the anger would have scared someone else. But not Eponine. Not even in her extremely hungover state. Eyes heavy, she nods.]

I shall think, and I shall be there. There is no other place for me but here now. I do not intend to leave it. [And if Gavroche came back? She wanted to be there for him.]

[Marius is more than a little surprised he's also involved in this—there is a long minute or two that he actually considers that he has only been included in the filter by mistake—so he's still a little wide-eyed when he finally responds.]

Must... Must we fight again, even here?

[Quietly, and a little torn:]

Of course we must fight. It seems to me we have little option, otherwise.

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