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Someone is Missing

[Enjolras knows that he has been barred from public speaking by AGI, but he can't find anything that specifically excludes him from using the network. As long as he doesn't mention AGI he should be safe. He's avoided it until now. But the situation is getting desperate.

He looks on edge, and like he hasn't slept in days. The video starts with him looking over his shoulder, then at the camera.]

Citizens of Siren's Port.

Please excuse the message, but I am in need of assistance. A friend, someone close to me, is missing. If you have any information about him, please contact me. He is of middle height and average weight, brown hair and brown eyes, and would be French in nationality. He answers to the name of Grantaire.

He... he has a fondness for drink and may be in bars or possibly even drunk. No matter, he has been a good friend to me, and I am concerned for him. With everything that happens after dark here I have reason to fear the worst.

Please, if there is any information, contact me here.

Thank you for listening.

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[He will just be casually sharpening some knives, as if that doesn't seem a bit suspicious at all]

Probably got sent home or something. Too bad, Granite seemed a decent fellow, if a bit long winded at times.

[Says the guy who won't shut up]

You mean sent back to...

By God...

No, that can't be. [Enjolras goes pale. He doesn't seem to notice the knives, or at least he knows deadpool well enough not to think much of it.]

We have to find him, get him back here.

[He pauses for a moment in his work before going back to the steady rhythm]

Well, if it were that simple, I'd have a lot more people I like here.

[Quick video of Enjolras sneering and turning off the camera, the next he's at the door. He doesn't bother to knock, he just opens it. The idea of talking to someone via this thing when he's right next door just strikes him as ridiculous, and he's in no mood...]

It isn't that simple. We CAN'T just GO BACK him and I. It doesn't work that way for us.

[He flips a knife around in his hand expertly, and glances over at Enjolras]

Dead, is it? Well there are a lot of people who are dead at home who are here now.

[He hurls the knife so it goes whizzing by Enjolras head and lands squarely on a target to his right]

My suggestion? Drink some wine, hope he returns, be sad for awhile, then move on with things. Maybe take up a cooking class, or some knitting. You could also learn how to actually properly use a gun, or that sword I got you.

Well... yes.

[He flinches as the knife goes past, but doesn't respond otherwise.]

How do you know? I never told you that. But it's true. When I left the real world and found myself here I was about to be shot by a firing squad.

He... he was beside me. And he was beside me because he wanted to be.

So you see, I can't just do nothing!

[There is a bit of a stretch]

Call it a hunch. You don't seem the type authorities would like to have around for a lot of time. There is something about a guy who points out what is wrong with the whole system that just pisses them off.

[A shrug]

Actually, nothing is all anyone can do, its one of the shitty parts about the Core. He could come back tomorrow, a year from now, or not at all. Its pretty much like a dice toss or something, you don't know what it will be, and so far, no one has figured out how to cheat.

If you are really set on doing something, we could blow up an AGI building or something? That might make you feel better?

antinouswild - 2013-03-24 06:02 (UTC) - Expand

I know someone who might be able to help. When was the last time you saw him, and do you have anything of his that he wore recently?

[She had resolved to help people this year, and this is the perfect chance to make good on it.]

Thank you.

It was a few days ago. I don't have any clothes of his, I don't think, but I'm willing to try anything.

What about something he touched often? Like a book, or his bedsheets? The person I know has a superhuman sense of smell.

You mean, you know someone who could... smell him?

Track him by scent, yes. It might not work if it's been a few days since he's gone missing but it's worth a try. Do you have a picture of him?

I don't have a picture. I'm sorry...

[Well, that complicates things.]

Did he ever use the NV network?

[The video function seemed to come the most naturally to people.]

I don't know. I never watched the network much.

I apologize, I know I'm not much help. Excuse me.

I'm not used to being at such a loss.

antinouswild - 2013-03-25 20:33 (UTC) - Expand

I'm sorry, I'm afraid I haven't seen or heard from him recently. I live with another friend of his, I will make sure to ask after him.

Unfortunately, this city has a habit of taking good friends away.

I'm Franz d'Epinay, I don't believe we've spoken before.

No, I don't believe we have. I'm Enjolras.

You knew Grantaire? Where did you meet him? Who do you live with? Forgive the questions, but I am very anxious about him. The more information I have the more chance I have at finding him.

[The first thing he does, upon checking Enjolras' rare post to the Network, is to call Grantaire's NV. Because he too had been worrying, wondering what might have happened.

But all he gets is a cheerful message in a computerized voice, that the number he had been trying to reach was no longer in service. That only meant one thing.

It's with a grim face that Francis closes his NV. He can't answer right now since he's taking the subway home from work, and he'll soon have to get off at his stop. Besides, it would be easier to talk to him in person anyway.

Francis steps into the House of Awesome shortly after, and does his usual routine of putting the large containers of leftovers from Lion's Gate away, setting everything out for making breakfast when he wakes up, and heading upstairs to go to sleep. But, he first makes a stop at Enjolras' door, to lightly knock on it and speaks in a quiet voice.]

Enjolras...?

[He assumes the poor boy will still be awake, but if he isn't, the light knock won't wake him.]

[Enjolras opens the door. His eyes are heavy and red-rimmed. His expression is drawn. He's pale, and he looks as though he has not slept all night.

His eyebrows raise and draw, and his lips quiver with breath as if he might speak, but the emotions seem to flutter too close to the surface. There's a long steadying breath and he gives up the effort to speak just yet.

With a look of relief, even gratitude, he stands aside from the doorway and gestures Francois into the apartment.]

[Francis holds in a (lightly) chiding comment as he sees the state of his poor citizen. Enjolras already looked like he hadn't slept the past few days, and on top of that he was still awake; Francis had to wonder when the poor thing would simply collapse from exhaustion. Even the immortal France himself couldn't handle being awake for so many days in a row. Instead of making the comment, he lets out a soft sigh and gently reaches for Enjolras' hand, squeezing it tenderly - before letting go of it as quickly as he grabbed it to step inside the apartment.]

I had hoped you would be asleep, chéri. It is already past two in the morning.

[He still speaks in hushed tones, even if the likelihood is that he's not going to wake up anyone in the rest of the house. Still, he's tired, his poor Enjolras needs comfort, and keeping quiet seems to be the best solution to both problems.]

[Enjolras shakes his head slowly. He extends his arm again, this time towards the couch, indicating for Francois to sit before he drops himself into a chair.]

I couldn't sleep.

[His voice is cracked and rough.]

[But France, being sentimental as he is, would rather be near his citizen, and so he stands a little ways away from Enjolras' chair, happy to remain right where he is.]

So I see. [He pauses, his tone growing more worried.] How long has this been happening?

[He looks up at the figure standing over his chair. He tries not to look wretched, but cannot succeed.

He pauses for a very long time.]

He's gone...

[Enjolras confirms his fears with two simple words. Francis can only rest a hand on his citizen's shoulder in response, unsure saying anything would benefit Enjolras at all.

After a long moment of silence, he speaks up.]

I was... afraid this sort of thing might happen.

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antinouswild - 2013-08-13 06:40 (UTC) - Expand

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