Roll Call Meme!

[strippedofgrace]

 the ROLL CALL meme

Here's how it works:

➟ Post on the subject of your canon. If it's not there, create one.
➟ Introduce yourself on other (or your own) threads with the characters you play from their respective canons.
➟ Mingle around.
➟ Have fun and be excellent to each other.

Comments

[irma_boissy]

So hiiiiiiii. Name's Clara and I play Irma Boissy here (yes, the girl who declared Grantaire to be impossible. I like super minor characters) and a human!Patria at la_marianne because I like trains crack.

just be-bloody-cause.

[checkmystache]

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NOPE.

[irma_boissy]

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YES

[fitofgrandair]

DUDE DON'T TALK TO THAT GUY just don't go home and sew some buttons or something.


(Also, have said it before, but I dig so much of what you're doing and discovering with Irma. Is RAD.)

[irma_boissy]

I TALK TO WHOM I WANT. Even if it causes the brain to explode a little because that guy is also you. But not.
(Unless you want me to talk with you. We could talk, you know.)


(And your Grantaire, with and sans moustache, is amazing. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G)

[fitofgrandair]

Your stubbornness isn't doing you any credit. And as for whoever or—

No. Never mind. I've absolutely no interest in discussing any of this. You do what you like, kind Madame. I've an appointment with a bottle of wine.


(Is-merci, m'lady. THOUGH HE'S IN A MOOD RIGHT NOW apparently.)

[irma_boissy]

You have too many appointments with bottles of wine lately.
[Obvious remark it may seem, but much more inside it hides]

(He's in a mood and she's no better right now, so... Gah this probably will not end well)

[fitofgrandair]

Am I to be blamed if they offer more auspicious company?


(Yeah um... nope. HOW THE FUCK DID THEY GET INTO A THING IN THIS THREAD no actually why would i even be surprised.)

[irma_boissy]

And what a company! One that not speaks and yet destroys a man little by little.
[But her seemingly cold anger softens and she says, turning to him]
Please, don't go.

(IDK MAN, I am surprised too and I know that I shouldn't XD)

[fitofgrandair]

[She does this, why does she persist in doing this?] It does far better than merely withholding speech. It muffles, it brings a most glorious silence. And am I not already half - nay, I daresay it's far more than half - in ruin?

I can discern no reason that should you wish to remain in the company of such ruination.

[irma_boissy]

[Damned if she herself knows]
You can. [And she says, more to herself than him, even though he will be able to listen]It's just that you don't want to.

gdi irma.

[fitofgrandair]

[There is silence as he stares at her, thoughts jarred. She had spoken too close. Of course he had his suspicions and probably, yes, knew, had known, but...

This was one of the problems with women and men with more than a hint of intelligence. Sometimes, they saw.]

All the more reason that I ought to seek other company.

[He could have said 'better company.' Had almost said 'better company,' but the moment was wrong, and he still felt himself off-balance.]

gdi R.

[irma_boissy]

[Inside she's literally boiling, with thoughts and feelings and everything else. But she does try to keep calm.]
Would that you look for company that did you good.

[fitofgrandair]

[He is absolutely not in the mood for this.]

Yes, please, O lauded educatress; speak to me what is best for this would-be-man called Grantaire. Tell me what is good in the world and how we are to grasp it, how define it, for I am certain you could easily out-think Socrates himself and capture the essence of goodness where so many have come up short.

[irma_boissy]

[She can't really believe what he's said. She almost wants to slap him, but regains composure quickly.]

I may not have as enough time to occupy the brain in philosophical questions such as Monsieur Socrates since he was a rich man and I am a working woman with a whole family on my shoulders. But don't think me stupid, R. And don't mock someone who cares for you...

[sigh and she looks down even though she looks up at him after that, teary-eyed]
... Even though you don't deserve it.

OUT.

[fitofgrandair]

[Not in the mood, at all.]

And there you are: wisdom. Perception. Perhaps you are a philosopher, after all.

[Before he can allow himself to be drawn into further speech, before she can continue with the tears and the recognitions that she ought to have learned weeks ago, he turns and heads for the door.]

NOPE

[irma_boissy]

And you are a coward.
[She's reached the point where she doesn't care about anything else, not even the tears running down her cheeks. She just has to say it clear.]

YEP.

[fitofgrandair]

[Although he pauses, even turns his head toward her, Grantaire doesn't look at Irma. He knows what he'll see, he can hear it in her voice, and he doesn't— He can't, or he doesn't want to think about it and what it means. Everything that it might imply.

He doesn't need to hear this. No telling what it might, what it would...

And she would be better off far, far away from him. Every time he thinks she must have caught on, he finds himself mistaken. She has proven difficult to shake off, and he cannot consider too closely the reasons.]

Have I ever claimed otherwise?

[This time he makes it to the door, exiting before his thoughts can make themselves heard, before hesitation can creep in.]

YOU OWE USS HAPPIES MY PRECIOUSSSSS

[irma_boissy]

[She doesn't do a thing to stop him. He's right. He never denied it.
It's her fault, her own bloody fault that she didn't see it before. That she did not want to see it.
And in a way, she still doesn't want to. She still waits for him to come back while a part of her cries it out loud.
He won't]

[cynisme]

SEE WOW I COMPLETELY FORGOT THAT SHE HAD A NAME.

Hello Clara, R gives kissy faces your way.

[irma_boissy]

S'Okay, she only gets a mention in a 1200-pages book. Most of what you may find in her journal is my own headcanon.
(though a lot of things are subject to change depending on the R she interacts with).
Hi! I, in return, give you and R the most bear-like hug possible, because I like giving hugs both to muses and muns ;)
(Irma might be Sideeyeing hard atm. but she gets another hug, because I am in hug-mode)