The Insurgent Called Apollo

At last! Enjolras thought, with some impatience, but a greater feeling of excitement coarsing through his body as he was faced with the way home he had rejected once. At last, there was no stepping back, and no avoiding what fate had surely willed him. Death, yes, but a death that would grant that last measure of peace he had been seeking since he had become the last of Les Amis left here, since he had woken to find Taraja vanished, and half a dozen other trials, small and large, in his time here.

( for the wretched of the earth, there is a flame that never dies, even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise )

[[I've loved playing Enjolras at Tushu, meeting his fantastic non canon friends and other CR, and generally falling in love with this place as much as possible. It's time for his story to continue elsewhere, though. Arno Dorian and I are still around to play, and I look forward to bringing in another n00b here soon. Thank you for the chance to play Enjolras here. It's been amazing.

Lots of love!

-Sar]]

These are some of the names Enj published things under in various publications, when he was using a name other than his own. He worked as himself in the official papers, but in more radical circles, this changed a bit. He's used the following names to sign his work, when it comes to authoring more radical pamphlets and underground student work:

Remiel
Uriel
Gabriel

Since completing the ritual at dusk, Enjolras had popped his hoops back in his ears, more for safekeeping than that he felt he needed something to draw strength from, on today of all days. Despite the darkness that had visited the city, despite his sadness over losing yet another friend to the unknown, he'd been happy today, as the kedan celebrated. He'd found some presents for Taraja, not wanting to forget her birthday, after all, been invited to join the family who had owned the cafe in Wood for a few days of celebration, and now, felt himself rather curious as to what, if anything, the Night may choose to send him.

Connecting with the past could mean just about anything, he realized, shifting a little as he tried to fall asleep. Dreams had proven so strange in this place that he was not sure what to expect. Living out a memory once again? Walking through a dreamscape, like the one he had noticed in the dream where he'd first spoken with one of the hatchlings, or something else entirely. Eventually, all the questions did subside, as he actually managed to quiet his mind to find some rest at least, and fell asleep for the first time in a few days.

( In which Enjolras and Grantaire reconnect and Grantaire points out home truths. One sided E/R, Mentions of E/Combeferre )

[At first there is a long pause and a bit of static, along with some whispering in the background, then a bit of a pause, some muffled French in the background, and the sound of a throat clearing, a little too loudly.]

This is Enjolras.

[This is followed by another long pause, with a bit more muffled questions and such before his voice appears further away but can still be heard.]

Is THIS how I...


This is Enjolras. I am told that you may contact me here if you have any...

BEEP!