the sun was violent against his eyes . everything was different here but the sun against a hangover clearly would never change . it’d been months now since he’d could recall standing in front of the national guard . months since he could remember gunshots . months since he’d woken up here . everything , all but the sun , was always different . a few grunts left his throat as his eyes squinted shut & he brought up his knuckles to rub at them , producing spots behind his eyelids .
as he his hands fell away & his eyes blinked open a moment sat where he doubted how awake he was . something familiar , other than the sun though still quite similar to it , stood tall with golden hair in his line of sight . he blinked , expecting the apparition to go away . it didn’t . he blinked again , this time harder with a shake of his head . the sight remained . something quite clear began trickling though the cloud of hangover . something that felt like hope ; a very odd feeling for him . ❝ enjolras ? ❞ its nothing above a spoken word at first but then a shout . ❝ enjolras ! est-ce vous ? ❞
starter call ! like for a starter from grantaire that i’ll get to sometime this weekend / monday ! if you’re a mumu , please specify who you’d like the starter from !
[ accessing files … ] : ( LOUIS GARREL ; CISMALE ) – grantaire is a twenty six year old canon character from les misérables . according to the available files , he is bisexual. [ saving data … ]
man who drank booze takes long snooze ——— hey i’m link & don’t ever let me tell you i love nice happy stories because i will be lying to your face if i say that . how do i know ? well let me just introduce you to one of my favorite books : it’s about all these french people who die it’s called miserable people ! in all honesty though i love les mis with my whole heart & i’m rereading it & ugh love these dead french people so much .
background information on grantaire :
hmmmmmm so here’s a few things of what we know on grantaire from the brick here we go .
he’s funny . he’s an alcoholic . he’s a skeptic so he’s always quick to doubt . he’s rather cynical & pessimistic due to being such a realist .
he’s trained in dance , boxing , & fencing . possibly studied art .
his dad hated him because he didn’t understand math which . lol mood .
he believes fully & truly in just one thing & that’s enjolras who he “ loved , admired , & venerated ” like you do with your homies . i , too , spend every day of my skeptic life hanging with some revolutionaries because i love watching my stunningly gorgeous homie go off bc he’s all i care about in this world . that’s not gay at all what you mean !
( it’s gay )
( he’s in love w/ enjolras )
( got a big ol’ bisexual crush on the sexiest piece of ass in france )
can’t be trusted with anything . send him to do smthn & you’ll find him later not doing that & sitting in the bar playing dominos .
sometimes uses the alias ‘R’ as a play of the fact ‘grantaire’ sounds like ‘Grand R’ in french .
what we don’t know about grantaire from the brick :
his fucking FIRST NAME
a lot .
my headcanons that i’ll be using for him :
his full name is rené tristan grantaire .
it was common back then to just go by your surname but also he never told the rest of les amis his full name anyway because why tell people things when you can be a cryptid ??
he was basically a child prodigy . skilled in no less than seven instruments , dance , art . plus his boxing & fencing . he’s extremely talented , which typically surprises most .
he studied classics & has a degree in it . he can spout off greek philosophy & retellings of myths with beautiful poetic language even when absolutely hammered .
kinda had a break because he didn’t have drive in life for much so he turned into this depressed alcoholic after years of being tired of trying to be perfect .
not to mention his dad hated that , despite his talents , he & math didn’t get along . grantaire isn’t much for practical learning such as maths or science .
he will argue with anyone about anything . just to piss them off . he’s horrible .
he does love his friends though & cares with his whole heart for enj .
he’s an artist ! prefers paint as a media . signs his paintings with just a ‘R’ in the corner .
canon timeline :
died alongside enjolras after sleeping through the battle of the barricade .
he could have not died & stayed quiet in the back but would rather stand up & declare himself part of the cause he never fully believed bc he’d rather die than live in a world without enjolras
asked enj if he could hold his hand
they died holding hands w/ enj smiling at him
two bros chillin in a cafe ! getting killed holding hands cause they are gay !
anyway yeah i’m taking him from after his death he died & woke up here rather than french heaven .
in winterwall :
you know it’s a bit confusing for him seeing as it’s the future
but he loves the bars so he’s quick to make himself a place there
plus he can manage work as an artist still so he does his best to making a living off his art here .
he’s been here since june ! seeing as he died june 6th , he’s been here since june 7th .
when she sees him, he’s sitting. she knew ren was here, it is comforting to see hux as well. --- not because she is glad to see them or even the familiar faces but more so that because they are here it means they are not running the first order without her background supervision. if they are here then she can keep an eye on them both. ❛ general hux. ❜ her voice is clipped, but less mechanical without her armor. she comes up to his side, arms folded behind her back until --- a hand reaches out, smoothing down a hair sticking up among ginger threads, then returns behind her. ❛ it is good to see you. ❜
ahsoka still didn’t comprehend where she was and more importantly how she got here. it had been almost a week since she’d been brought here. the most she knew was that this wasn’t the coruscant system or any system nearby. there would be more technology on this planet if it was. even in the most barren planet, there were still droids to help with the simplest task. a woman near her spoke and her eyebrows creased in slight confusion. maybe this was a planet near home; this woman seemed to know what blasters were. maybe it would be a lot easier to get home than she thought. hands fell to her waist, fingertips brushing the grips on her lightsabers. a small smirk crossed her lips, “ i haven’t seen any, but i’ll let you know if i do. —- i don’t have any use for them; besides, i’d rather use lightsabers than blasters any day. ”
it was almost comforting to have some respond in a manner that was not asking what blasters were. someone intelligent was almost a relief to stumble upon. ALMOST. almost because of what hung from the girl’s hips. phasma narrowed her eyes at them before reaching behind her to pull around the rifle hanging on her back. she was no stranger to lightsabers, she had often seen the ragged one held by kylo ren & not to mention much of the destruction it made, but it was only in ren’s hands that she saw the weapons. in the hands of anyone else it meant one possible thing: JEDI. she points the blaster rifle at the girl with a straight face. ❛ where did you get those, girl? ❜
『 ❛ BRIENNE OF TARTH ❜ the queen clicked her tongue at the woman beast. ❛ what part of you believed i have a desire to help you, oaf? ❜ ( no punches were to be held back in this new land– not even for jaime )
phasma glanced at the woman & then her eyes narrow. OAF? well. respect was apparently not taught in this galaxy, it seemed. very well. phasma would humbly oblige to give lessons. she straightens to be sure her empowering height of all full six feet & seven inches can be seen. ❛ call it the belief that this galaxy was not full of small minded cretins. i see, now, i was wrong in that belief. very well. i can use force to obtain your help if needed. --- and i am not familiar with the title BRIENNE OF TARTH, you should know. i suggest you not call me that again, OAF. ❜
The question has him pursing his lips together, brows raising to show a flicker of curiousity across his features. He didn’t know her – that much was obvious. But it was also extremely rare for someone to question his name. “Depends.” The answer is flowing past his lips before he even thinks that maybe he shouldn’t be so cautious. But there’s a part of him that has nerves that only ever appeared when he was in the situation of a bounty hunter or even someone of the empire. “Who’s asking?”
shoulders roll back & her chin rises. somehow, it makes her look even larger than before. she wants to appear threatening to him --- she is a threat to him. larger than him. stronger than him. no doubt more skilled with a blaster than him, even if he was famed rebel. ❛ captain phasma -- ❜ she takes a slight pause, wonder whether or not to add more to her title. if this is a young han solo . . . he would not know of who she worked for. if he had the memories of an older self, his knowledge of it would give him away. it’s settled then. ❛ -- of the first order. ❜
『 ❛ you know what they say. when tall pretty blonde women come up asking for a gun–❜ hope offered a grin in her direction. ❛ you help her find one, so let’s go look for a gun. my name is hope, and you are? ❜
pretty. not often a term used for her & it actually has her raising a brow. it isn’t a word she would put to herself, not that she cared, & for the most part no one else had used it to her as seeing her outside her armor was so rare. whether she liked it or not was undetermined but she said nothing of it. ❛ i somehow doubt that is a phrase here, but thank you for the assistance. --- captain phasma. ❜
“As far as I’m concerned, people just show up here out of nowhere”
❛ appear out of nowhere? ❜ she questions it --- but how can she say anything against it? when she came to be here the same way. ❛ then i would assume you came to be here the same? ❜
『 the immortal simply turned her head to be faced with a fucking beauty a large woman. ❛ uh– you want a blaster? is that like a euphemism for a dildo ❜ she questioned with furrowed brows while gazing up at this woman. ( damn )
the captain’s gaze met the girl’s & stared, humorless, down at her. her head shifted, chin tilting to the left. ❛ it is a euphemism . . . for a gun. a weapon, child. ❜ sexual favors were the last thing on her mind, she needed ways to defend herself.
there was such a variety of folk at stonefield, malia was never shocked to hear some of the odd things people spoke of. blasters seemed a little cliche of a name but she wouldn’t put it past the woman to be capable of blasting her, so she kept her views to herself. she was trying to help. ‘blasters? i’m guessin’ it’s a type of gun. but, uh, no, i don’t know where you can find a blaster. most people have their own stash of weapons. there could be a weapons dealer hiding somewhere if you want something like a blaster.’
phasma’s lips purse together, displeased by the answers. weeding out a weapon’s dealer in an area so unknown to her was going to be a pain, she already knew, but it was something she could work towards. at the very least, this girl was more help than most. ❛ guns. yes. ❜ it seemed that was the more common term for blasters here. something she could easily accommodate to. ❛ your help is appreciated, thank you. --- do you know of anyone who might have weapons here? if you say that most come with their own, that is. ❜
turning towards the voice, rose felt her expression reflect the confusion she felt inside at the question. “what do you mean with blasters?” she questioned, trying not to picture anything that might frighten her - just by the sheer name.
perhaps, phasma wondered, blasters were not common weapons here, if used at all. it wouldn’t be the first, though she had assumed this civilization was at least somewhat more advanced than that. it could be, as well, that they called them by a different name as well. this was a different galaxy. ❛ blasters. shooting weapons --- such as pistols and rifles. surely there is somewhere i can obtain them or some sort of weaponry here. ❜ the rifle she came with was still in her possession but there was also risk of it being damaged or jammed. a second option would be wise to have on hand.
