#lesmisrp

[lesamisandlesmiserables]

Applications close in 12 hours!

Be sure to get your applications in! It is not too late! High demand characters are again: Javert, Courfeyrac, Montparnasse, Thenardier, and Madame Thenardier. Applications close at midnight EST! If you have any questions do not hesitate to ask! We want to see your application!

[signed-r]

FRIENDS: 

     does anyone want in on a very snazzy and super fun Les Mis RP chat? there are some really delightful people in search of other delightful people to write with. We’re looking for most characters! 

     here are some cuties who are still up for grabs: courf, bahorel, feuilly, cosette, marius, any patron minette (just to name a few!)

     we’d love to hear from you!! just shoot me a message for more information. 

[mothwingsandoldbooks-blog]

Don’t fear! For Combeferre is here!

So, I made one of these, seeing as my other friends did as well. Feel free to ask anything. Well, almost anything.

[lesmisrp]

The End!

Thank you all so much for participating in the first go of a massive multiplayer RP! This project is over but the mods plan to do another one of these, with a completely different AU and altered rules, after a break. 

Thank you to all the participants and to all that read along!

👉😎👉 

[lesmisrp]

A final fic to conclude the project.

Transcription under the cut. 

The bunker exploded. The ground hitched upwards, throwing dirt and leaves and trees from the earth, then buckled down, creating a scar on the forest floor. There was no ear-splitting noise, just a deep boom that shook the bones of the dead … and the living.

Cosette breathed. In her hand was a small vile of great importance. It held the cure, the cure that would end the apocalypse and save the world. She shivered without Bahorel’s coat, but not because of the cold. She had just altered history, she had just changed everything, she had just helped beat the king. The lark had outdone the lion.

Prouvaire breathed. He watched the dust from the explosion settle, his heart and mind still dark and fuzzy from all of the lives he had taken. But the loud noises, the bright lights, the deep aching in his soul … they were all beginning to clear. The Infection was disappearing. He was becoming human again.

Feuilly breathed. He was done killing, he was done traveling, he was done watching his friends die. He felt the loss of those in the bunker, he knew the people standing around him were his family now, and he never wanted to leave their sides. It was all over. It was all done. A radio near him buzzed with nothing but static.

Courfeyrac breathed. No, he gasped. He was awakened by an explosion and a prick in his arm. The cure flowed through him and something aching inside his being finally went away.  He looked around and saw no ghosts, no hallucinations, and for a moment, Courfeyrac felt relieved. The dead were dead, the alive lived.

The Italian guards stood in a protective circle around the four Chosen Ones. They watched the scar in the earth widen and collapse into itself as the bunker fully crumbled.  Italy would help France rebuild, the cure would be administered to its citizens and the four in the woods would rest.

Feuilly switched off the radio.

It was calm and quiet.

The forest breathed.

[oh-tosavelives]

[Text from Courfeyrac]: What's going on? Are you alright? Joly I'm sending help I need you to be alright.

[Text from Joly]: im sorry

[Text from Joly]: pls just come back safe have to go

[oh-tosavelives]

[Text from Courfeyrac]: I'll try. They have guns and I'm infected, so I'm a liability. Promise to tell the others I love them if I don't make it.

[Text from Joly]: courf i cant you have to come back

[Text from Joly]: please

[oh-tosavelives]

Text from Courfeyrac: Just reached the fence. There are people here, will try to send them to help. If I don't make it back tell the others I love them.

Text from Joly: courf no you have too come back we’re so close itll be ok i promise

Text from Joly: i need you to come back pls