video, un: revolution. In which Enjolras has something to say and so does Grantaire

[idealisme]

[There are a pile of old, dusty books on the table behind Enjolras; guess what he's been doing the past couple of days. Also at the table sits a dark haired man, slouched over and watching with amusement.]

Many other have put forward their thought about how to deal with the shadow looming over us, that is: the chance that high dragons will be returned to life. We are all of one accord. It is best to plan for the worst, to protect the citizens of Wyver and of Olympia, and all those who live outside their walls. [Look don't judge him this is just how he talks.]

It is a good aim, and one I wish to be involved in. I have searched the libraries of Wyver to see what has been recorded on these high dragons. In particular, how best to bring one down-

[He looks away from the camera, picking up an old book and gently opening it to a bookmark to read:] "The question of how to overcome the high dragons remains. Their massive size is no weakness as their thick scales are near impenetrable- the underbelly as defended as the rest of its hide ....more susceptible are the joints, wings, and the eyes- though only to weapons enchanted. Attempts to target these areas have been as successful as not."

[He looks up.] There are other such old accounts from when the high dragons were last fought. I have written a summary, but I do not believe we can rely on the old methods of fighting these creatures.

We are from many different worlds. Some of us may have fought creatures similar to this, others will have martial experience. Let us share our ideas of how to bring down this monster. I do not have experience with it myself, but -

[Another voice answers:] It's a failure of your education, Apollo! [interjects the dark haired man from the back of the video, lifting his head. With a thunderous scowl at being interrupted, Enjolras turns to look.] These Parisian écoles are no more than glorified clubs for rich young men whose parents have more money than sense! What do they learn there? Nothing! And why attend at all when you can slip a man a sous a week to answer 'yes' for your attendance! And don't stop there-

I am stopping here. [Replies Enjolras firmly.] I'll wager your teachers wouldn't recognise you if they passed you in the street. None would, other than your bartender. Now leave or shut up. There are more important things being discussed.

[He's still scowling when he turns back.] As I said- Let us use the information we have to consider how we would overcome this monster. Better to discuss the hypothetical now than after the creature has set our houses on fire.

[There's the beginning of another interjection from the table, but Enjolras quickly turns the camera off.]

[ooc: tl;dr Enjolras has found some information about dragons that he's sharing with everyone!]

Comments

[vorrutyer]

[ He presses a hand to his chest, lips parting in offense. ]

M'sieur! You think I'm being sarcastic? Dear fellow, you must look too rarely in a mirror!

[idealisme]

[Robespierre give him strength]

Do you or do you not have anything of value to contribute?

[vorrutyer]

I do. But before I give my information of value, I need you to answer me: do you truly think yourself unhandsome?

[idealisme]

[WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS]

I have never given the thought any consideration. I have a face. It is useful to me insofar as it allows me to engage with society and the world.

[vorrutyer]

What - and, dear revolutionary, drunk on others' suffering, blitzed on iniquity - you've never noticed that the world relates to you far more kindly than it does to the ugly ones?

[idealisme]

[Now we've veered into truly insulting territory. He's aware of how the world works and he hates it.]

I have noticed kindness afforded me due to my parents' situation or, as you suggest, some modicum of agreeable features tends to vanish the moment I make my views on the suffering and iniquity known.

[vorrutyer]

Oh - so are you saying the world is cruel to you?

[idealisme]

[He opens his mouth to answer. And cuts himself off.]

Dragons, monsieur. Specifically, defeating them.

[vorrutyer]

[ Whimsically: ]

What about the dragons of cruelty, and indifference, and man's inhumanity to man? What about those dragons?

[idealisme]

[Deep breaths.]

I will not ask again. If you have nothing of relevance to say I have better uses for my time.

[vorrutyer]

[ A put-upon sigh. ]

I mean it, dear creature. I used kind words and flowers, and they bent to my will.

[idealisme]

[So wary-] Forgive me if I'm sceptical of that.

[vorrutyer]

Why? Do you assume that dragons must be cruel, simply because they are dragons? Not entirely enlightened of you, mon fils des Lumières.

[idealisme]

My experience rests entirely with the accounts I have been reading. [See this book he has!!! He will read more at you.] They describe the high dragons as brutal. Invulnerable until the Natha intervened.

[vorrutyer]

Well, be fair. Who amongst us hasn't gotten a little paranoid when we were high?

[idealisme]

[.... nope. no idea what you're saying]

Altitude is not the question. Regardless: there is no paranoia in being suspicious of a species who inflicted terror and ruled with fire and blood for many years, as the dragons in this realm did.