[ Enjolras take a long exhale before launching into his pointed condemnation of the latest National Rally-esque legislative measure making its way through the European Parliament. He can feel Courfeyrac at his left, failing to resist the urge to smirk at his "overuse of ethos"; Combeferre is further back behind the stage set-up, always preferring to stay behind the curtain (and attempt to keep Enjolras at least close to on time for his engagements.)
Despite the signs begging him to be otherwise, Enjolras is no politician. But he knows enough about the craft, between his early-day internships and his extended family's careers, to wield their own tools against them. And with Courfeyrac and Combeferre at his side, he fully intends to use those tools to tear into any bigotry, greed, and hypocrisy that crosses his path.
Finishing his usual calls for actions (i.e. vote proactively, haunt those elected officials like poltergeists while they're in office with constant correspondence, camp outside when they dare forget who hired them, etc.) Enjolras signs off with a wave before stepping back down to Combeferre's tired expression.
"You were 20 minutes over this time. We've got maybe 7 minutes now before the cops come to disperse based on my last update...Shall we?" Enjolras shrugs as he lets his hair down, pulling the stray hairs that'd be pulled out of place by wind and his own fervor back into a bun. ]
Sorry, but you know how the La Pens make me feel. We should still have plenty of time...
[ Courfeyrac claps him on the back to lead him through the preplanned route of back-alleys, back to Combeferre and Courfeyrac's shared flat, to prep ahead of the Parliamentary session testimony on fair housing practices. It's a maze Enjolras only half-follows, but then he doesn't need to; his guide and his center push him along, keep him steady and on track in more ways than he can count. ]
shhhh side-stepping the actual speech language because i'm lazy shhhh
Despite the signs begging him to be otherwise, Enjolras is no politician. But he knows enough about the craft, between his early-day internships and his extended family's careers, to wield their own tools against them. And with Courfeyrac and Combeferre at his side, he fully intends to use those tools to tear into any bigotry, greed, and hypocrisy that crosses his path.
Finishing his usual calls for actions (i.e. vote proactively, haunt those elected officials like poltergeists while they're in office with constant correspondence, camp outside when they dare forget who hired them, etc.) Enjolras signs off with a wave before stepping back down to Combeferre's tired expression.
"You were 20 minutes over this time. We've got maybe 7 minutes now before the cops come to disperse based on my last update...Shall we?" Enjolras shrugs as he lets his hair down, pulling the stray hairs that'd be pulled out of place by wind and his own fervor back into a bun. ]
Sorry, but you know how the La Pens make me feel. We should still have plenty of time...
[ Courfeyrac claps him on the back to lead him through the preplanned route of back-alleys, back to Combeferre and Courfeyrac's shared flat, to prep ahead of the Parliamentary session testimony on fair housing practices. It's a maze Enjolras only half-follows, but then he doesn't need to; his guide and his center push him along, keep him steady and on track in more ways than he can count. ]