Iris Message/Action

[weneedasign]

[Enjolras stares at the rainbow, trying to hold himself as he normally does.

Except that's difficult when one has red rimmed eyes from crying and is all but hiding in his red hoodie. Still he's looking at the rainbow like he's about to say something. He opens his mouth, but is unable to get any words out. Licking his lips he starts again, then sighs, shaking his head.

Okay. This was a bad idea. In the end he can only manage a very quiet.]

Be careful if you enter the woods.

[Before ending the Iris Message.

For anyone who is curious/would like to actually seek Enjolras out they might be able to find him in two places.

A) At the archery range, letting arrow after arrow fly without any mind to any injuries he might be receiving. 

or

B) Lying on his bed in the Apollo cabin not really speaking much, though he does try to retain a sense of normalcy whenever he sees Maya.]

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[unstinting]

[Alcuin is going down to the archery range to practice rather than talk, thanks to that new drive to learn how to kill everything, but he did see the iris message before he went. When he sees Enjolras, he takes the target next to him and shoots until Enjolras runs out of arrows before taking a break.]

Who did you see?

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[weneedasign]

[The voice snaps him out of his focus. He turns to look at Alcuin, mouth set in a firm line. He doesn't want to answer the question.]

You've seen someone as well?

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[unstinting]

My guardian.

[Alcuin's expression is as grim as it can get.]

He told me that he was killed by the Red Room.

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[weneedasign]

[That makes Enjolras' eyes widen, and anger to replace his sorrow even for a moment.]

Bastards...

[His mouth sets in a thin line.]

I am sorry, Alcuin. If there's anything I can do for you, let me know.

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[unstinting]

Thanks.

[He looks away, not trusting his expression right now.]

The same goes for you. If there's anything you need.

IM

[againstallodds]

[Being careful in the woods is always recommended, considering there are fucking monsters that live in it, but this doesn't sound like that kind of thing. And Enj? Does not do this kind of shit lightly.]

What's in the woods?

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[weneedasign]

[Of course Percy would manage to ask him a question before he gets rid of the rainbow.

And it's probably because it's actually Percy that he answers the question.]

Ghosts. A good amount being of people no one has realized have passed on yet.

IM

[againstallodds]

[Of course he would, come on. Percy is nothing if not protective of his camp. Enj's words leave him silent for a moment, then he breaks out into a string of swearing in Ancient Greek that'd... honestly not surprise anyone who heard it, let's be real here.]

That's low. Where was it?

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[weneedasign]

In the woods, I'm not sure if there is a specific spot since I haven't spoken to any of the others about it.

[It seemed like a touchy subject after all.]

[clearasil]

[ What is it about the two of them and grumping to the archery range?

Natalie takes notice immediately that there is something very wrong here, and not just because of imminent danger in the woods. She stands by, a full quiver of arrows hanging at her hip, tricked out bow in hand though she doesn't intend to use it right now. ]

I'VE MISSED THESE TWO

[weneedasign]

[It seems to be their go to spot when they are in grumpy moods.

Enjolras doesn't realize Natalie is there, much more focused on drawing another arrow and letting it loose. Anything to keep his mind off Lamarque. There's a scratch on his cheek already from the arrows fletching, and the bow string has snapped his forearm more then enough for a bruise to start forming.

And yet Enjolras doesn't seem to notice, only letting out a frustrated noise when he once again misses and - in a fit of anger and still under the assumptions he is along - throws his bow down.]

BABBIES.

[clearasil]

Holy shit, dude.

[ Extending her hand, she manages to keep the bow in midair so he doesn't actually break it, and sends it into her own hands. ]

I think punching pillows would have been a lot kinder to you if you needed to, like, do something violent.

I DON'T CARE IF THIS ICON ISN'T APPROPRIATE. I need to use it

[weneedasign]

[His eyes widen when he realizes that Natalie is there, and keeping him from breaking his bow. An embarrassment creeps up at the fact he lost his composure in front of someone.]

I've never understood the concept of screaming or punching a pillow.

[Plus that would mean he has to go back to his cabin, and he doesn't really want the rest of his siblings to realize how upset this whole ordeal has made him.

Even if it might be obvious. He's trying.]

[anythingwithstrings]

*She totally isn't seeking out Enjolras, she just happens to live with him and is sitting on her bed. Playing a rendition of Call Me Maybe that would only really fit if Maya planned to dye her hair black and go goth for the foreseeable future. It was slower, and in a much more melancholy key than the real song.*

*She's still not really keen on talking about it.*

[weneedasign]

[He wants to ask her just who she saw, but he knows pushing it won't do anyone any good. She'll talk about it when the time comes.

He's trying to focus on a book when he hears her playing, not even realizing that the song isn't suppose to sound like this... Mostly because Enjolras is horrible with pop music.]

What song is that?

[After everything it felt strange to ask such a normal question, but hey, they both needed some normalcy.]

[anythingwithstrings]

Call me Maybe, you've probably heard it.

Just... *She sighed and puts her guitar down.* It isn't suppose to sound like that.

*She hadn't been sleeping. Memories have been popping up in her mind as she tried to sleep. She thought about calling Katie, but how do you explain this to your sister, whose mortal. Not that she lacked siblings here, but they didn't know what happened. And she'd rather... not make a deal of it.*

[weneedasign]

You... Have an awful lot of faith in my knowledge of modern music, let along American music.

[He wouldn't know it if it hit him over the head.]

I suspect you're not intentionally making it sound that way either.

[wokethedragon]

[She sees the IM but doesn't respond. She has, however, been following Enjolras' advice without him even broadcasting it. She loved the memory - the idea she had of Rhaegar, but she cannot bear to see him again. Not today - not after his death. She knows visions and dreams are commonplace for demigods, but this she can go without.

She does, however, expect to find him holed up in his cabin lost in thought later on. They're similar like that, and there's a knock at the door.]

[weneedasign]

[He was actually suspecting Dany would appear much earlier. Lifting his head he gives a small sigh, grateful that he's alone in the cabin. Getting up he walks towards the door.

His eyes are still bloodshot, but he's still trying to hide it, still has his hood pulled over his head like when he went to see Jehan earlier.]

Everything alright, Dany?

[Because she'd seen a ghost too, her brother no less. Enjolras is still worried.]

[wokethedragon]

You're unwell.

[It's exactly as she thought, though she wasn't expecting to see that his eyes are red. She's very rarely seen Enjolras after crying - knows that it's not an emotion he shows in public. They've both hardened themselves, don't let anyone see their grief. She sighs a little, looking up at her dearest friend.]

I've come to return the favor you did for me, to comfort you and give you counsel if you seek it, Enjolras.

[weneedasign]

I'm alright.

[He's not, and he knows that Dany can see right through him.]

There's no need to return anything Dany.

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[coughsyrup]

[Joly is pretty immediately going on a hunt for his older brother, figuring he'd find him at the archery range. So he comes jogging up after a few moments, silently getting his own stuff ready before choosing a spot next to Enjolras. After a good amount of shooting in silence, he finally asks:] Are you okay?

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[weneedasign]

Yes.

[No. Not at all.

It figures Joly would be able to find him.]

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[coughsyrup]

[He's studying the older boy out of the corner of his eyes, worrying at his lip a bit. He doesn't like seeing Enjolras like this. Sure, he's generally quiet, but usually he's in a good mood, at least.]

No, you're not.

orz; sorry for sudden backtag man.

[weneedasign]

[He pauses, gives Joly a look, then sighs.

He's tired of trying to reassure people that he's fine.]

No. I'm not.

[A half-hearted shrug.]

But I will be.