Ma Haute Société

This has nothing to do with anything else on this blog, just so you know. Please ignore my previous posts. They are failed attempts at a fanfic. NO REALLY DON'T LOOK

Here is what I have so far for my story. 48 characters, all with first names, 2 with last names, a few with defined appearances, all with loads of personality (I hope?). Things will change, yes, but whatever, we all can deal with it. Well, except me. I'm going straight to continuing working as soon as I'm done actually writing out this list.

Oh, and to help you to understand my weird descriptions, I've related some of these people to characters from Les Mis, if they are similar enough.


REBELS:
Altair - one of the youngest rebels, sort of Prouvaire-ish and sort of Courfeyrac-ish, very talented in artsy things like painting/drawing/singing/acting/etc., easily distracted, sometimes hard to take seriously, thinks himself to be very snazzy, a bit flirty, likes to be friends with everyone, has flowy blonde hair

Amadea - pretty freaking awesome Italian girl rebel, probably the main female character, turns away from criminal anarchist family with younger sister Sveva, mother = Fiammetta, father = Cirillo, younger brother = Ladislao, relatively shy and soft-spoken but still fierce, has a slight stutter, has olive skin and brown hair, eventually falls in love with one of the other rebels but I'm not sure who

Cadfael - a sweet young Welsh man, mother = Rhosyn, younger sister = Eleri, older brother = Meirion, somewhat tall and lanky but still adorable, wears glasses, has light brown hair that he runs his hands through when he's nervous, can be awkward at times, resembles Joly a bit, doesn't realize how charming he is

Davorin - one of the newer rebels, comes from Croatia, more of an upper class guy but still a fighter, friends with many people such as Pelleas and Amadea and Torin and Nineve, has dark brown hair and sometimes might wear a hat, tends to stay up at night to do his wood and metal crafting work, good at sneaking and spying on the government and military leaders

Evelake - probably the main male character but I can't be positive, is very brave and daring but comes with a bad temper, often sighs out of frustration, admired by many younger characters, father = Gauvain, mother = Gwenevere, one of the original rebel leaders, has a knack for escaping dangerous situations, has darkish hair and I don't know what else

Falerin - another one of the rebel leaders, usually very serious but sometimes throws in sarcastic and witty humor, most likely to stroke his chin while thinking, dull brown hair and pale skin, also quite tall, many may mistake him for being depressed but he's not, calm and reserved and logical like Combeferre, randomly likes the colors blue and purple, is an upper class man but doesn’t hang around most of them

Galyn - super epic Greek guy, yet another rebel leader, best friends with Varick who follows him around, has just about the nicest smile ever, mostly outgoing but is capable of being quiet and thoughtful, very practical and devoted to making the world a better place, likes by just about every single person ever, lighter hair color, not quite as tall as some others

Katja - the youngest of all the actual rebels, a Swedish teenage girl, somewhat hot-headed and fiery, tends to cause trouble and fighting even when not intended, likes to hang out with her little buddy Torin, likes food and archery, very skinny and pale with long red hair and green eyes

Lauris - the most adorable guy ever to exist, a young Norwegian man so YES the s is pronounced, has freckles and dimples and some form of brown hair, richer than the others but doesn't care, super nice and has nothing but good intentions, also very adorkably awkward, blushes often but sometimes because he gets frustrated over little things, probably will fall in love with somebody at some point, easily startled, Jehan + Joly + Marius = this little guy

Malakai - the main rebel leader, mostly very serious and determined but secretly has his doubts, truly wants a republic and a better world for everyone, prefers peace but does not fear fighting, shares many of his thoughts and worries with Evelake, organizes most things with his slight OCD powers, does a lot of speaking and informing, has pale skin and dark brown hair and grey eyes and a few facial scars, Enjolras maybe

Matteus - a decently nice younger Swedish rebel, can be found flitting about from place to place, likes to please people, spends most of his time worrying, easily confused by things such as weapons, tries to be a hero for the people he cares about, kind of weird around girls and children, scribbles notes and lists all over the place, has golden brown hair and dark eyes

Razmik – an Armenian rebel, relatively young but a very strong fighter, sometimes a little too violent and eager to attack, solemn and serious and quiet for unknown reasons, sometimes can even be cynical like Grantaire, has messy and curly black hair, hangs out in the back of the crowd and chillaxes on any piece of furniture he can find with drink in hand, may seem suspicious but truly is loyal to the rebellion

Varick – the obnoxious but lovable German rebel, best buddies with Galyn who he follows around, outgoing to the point that he needs to be shut up sometimes, very funny, tries to lighten the mood with his goofiness, very loyal to all his friends, has a special bond with little Torin, liked by just about everyone in his group, would be the one jumping around with a flag, has messy hair no matter what color it will be

Zaria – strong and devoted African rebel girl, mother = Atara, father = Eran, younger brother = Torin, cares deeply for her little brother and all her friends, fierce fighter and would risk her life for the rebellion, can be defensive and sassy if necessary, very pretty with long and wavy dark brown hair, likes to wear a green hat and sometimes gloves, works in a factory to support her poor family, tries not to be interested in romance


CRIMINAL ANARCHISTS:
Cirillo – probably the leader of the criminal anarchist gang, head of a large Italian family, wife = Fiammetta, daughters = Amadea and Sveva, son = Ladislao, wants to destroy the government and take what he believes is rightfully his and the poor’s, is relatively weird-looking and just weird in general, tries to convince his daughters to stay with him, has slicked back hair and wears a long coat, somewhat like Thénardier

Fiammetta – tired Italian criminal woman, husband = Cirillo, daughters = Amadea and Sveva, son = Ladislao, loves her children but is becoming fed up with her husband and his lack of progress, sticks with anarchists so that she might not be poor anymore, gets very angry when threatened or insulted, a Madame Thénardier type of person except less mean and nasty, has curly brown hair and that’s all I can see for her right now

Glais – a strange young fellow of unknown background or origin, sometimes can be a little insane, tends to be quite vicious even in calm times, wants to destroy nearly anyone who is not with his group, acts spontaneously and frighteningly, has dirty blonde hair and creepy blue eyes

Javor – the big and scary man of the gang, another man from Croatia, someone you wouldn’t want to run into in an alleyway, usually acts as the guard for his fellow anarchists, disregards his health or general cleanliness, doesn’t mind being homeless and rugged, one glare from him and you’ll keep quiet, doesn’t take no for an answer unless that’s the answer that makes sense, not much hair on his big old head

Ladislao – young son of the Italian family, father = Cirillo, mother = Fiammetta, older sisters = Amadea and Sveva, may be too young to fully understand what he is getting into, learned from other criminals to be angry and aggressive, otherwise quiet and secretly nervous, sticks by his parents’ side on most occasions

Mauri – Finnish criminal man with a sense of humor, nearly always has a smirk or sneaky grin on his face, has tanned skin and some shade of brown hair, closer to Ladislao than the other men, has a fun time even when stealing things or attacking people, doesn’t care for rules or restrictions, most likely to be drunk or on drugs, would probably serve as comic relief when focusing on the criminal anarchists

Meirion – Welsh man turned criminal, almost always silent but efficient in his duties, mother = Rhosyn, younger brother = Cadfael, younger sister = Eleri, abandoned his family and his rebel brother for a life of crime, seeks revenge on the government and military who have wronged society, unusually polite, has neat brown hair and likes to wear black and long sleeves

Morcades – a ridiculously crazy criminal woman, resembles the psycho side of Madame Thénardier, spends more time stealing and attacking people than actually plotting the anarchist revolution, sort of like Glais in that she is quite vicious, lashes out at people unexpectedly including her fellow criminals and anarchists, loves to terrorize young people, has wild and messy dark brown hair, similar to Bellatrix Lestrange as well

Skender – a smooth-talking and mysterious young Romanian man, also a newer addition to the criminal anarchists, legitimately desires an anarchy and its ideology, is a criminal simply because he can be, a lot like Montparnasse and all his weird but fascinating habits, always has some sort of strange object or token with him, leaves ominous and threatening notes to the government and to the rebels, tall and slender with neat dark brown hair, reminds me of the totally inaccurate but attractive Erik as portrayed by Gerard Butler


GOVERNMENT/MILITARY/LAW ENFORCEMENT:
Aurel – one of the four big leaders of the oligarchy, is a Slovak man but is not concerned with this heritage of his or anyone’s heritage, somewhat sleazy but at least not evil, laziest of the four leaders, does not necessarily want to arrest everyone, would rather leave people to their own business, has a square face and jaw and brown hair

Clarine – one of the few female police officers around, very serious and strict but secretly does not wish to harm people as she is often ordered to do, works with Lamorak much of the time, does not mind the poor since many of them are productive in the factory, fears the violence and chaos that the rebels and anarchists will bring, has lighter colored hair and some other undetermined physical features

Claudius – another one of the government leaders, perhaps the nicest one of the four, enjoys reading and still holds on to some history such as his own Roman culture, usually the one to communicate with the people in occasional speeches, still a bit cold and harsh at other times, falsely believes that the government is doing a good job of running the nation, ignorant to problems, has blonde-ish hair and unusually greyish skin

Eneco – a Basque man from coastal Spain, one of three military leaders, is almost never seen without his co-leader Tefanus, can be very fiery and passionate about whatever he talks about, fights with the military because he believes it is his job and his duty, is only focused on his work and scorns those who waste time or are lazy, thus secretly dislikes the leader Aurel, has multicolored brown hair and a scarred face

Lamorak – a middle-aged police officer in the city, kind of intimidating, seems weird but does not mean any harm to those he sees as innocent, wants to crush the rebels and the criminal anarchists, works with Clarine and is suspicious of her reluctance to do her duty, friends with Gauvain and Calixte and Bicoir as men with little or no family, sees only his job and the changes he might bring to make the nation a better and safer and more lawful place, some awkward version of Javert

Meliadus – the main leader of the government, highly intelligent and knows how to run a government even if it’s a bad one, can be deceptive and cunning if need be, enjoys champagne and wine and fancy things like a typical upper class man, is not overly concerned with the well-being of the people, simply likes being a businessman and a government leader, strangely does not mind the anarchists but finds the rebels to be annoying because they’re young, has very dark brown hair

Oberon – head of the military and the top of its three leaders, rarely speaks except when planning, most likely to stand over a giant map on a giant table while grunting and trying to plot attacks, knows a lot about how technology used to be, tries to advance the current technology so that the military can improve, tends to see people such as rebels and criminals as obstacles that must be risen above, retains a fairly thick German accent, has light brown hair and probably some form of a beard

Tefanus – the mean and nasty military leader, nearly always with co-leader Eneco but secretly despises him and everyone else and wants the power, tends to get in other people’s faces a lot, continually threatens the rebels and the criminals but never actually attacks them until ordered, mildly insane, I can see him with a buzz cut, is Finnish like Mauri but finds him really disgusting and an insult to their nationality

Vikas – final leader of the government, I believe he’s also the youngest, probably one of the nicest alongside Claudius, truly and honestly believes that the government is doing the right thing, still seeks improvement in any way, does not wish to attack the people but knows he must for the sake of the nation, interested in laws and rights and history and stuff, has short black hair, overcame discrimination for being Indian


OTHERS:
Atara – a very gentle and motherly African woman, husband = Eran, daughter = Zaria, son = Torin, loves her family dearly and will do anything to protect them, has a miserable factory job and is quite poor, still retains a lot of her old beauty even through poverty, listens thoughtfully to any speeches made by rebels or even the government, has short-ish black hair and a beautiful smile

Benzel – poor and lonely young Swiss man in the city, is not actually a rebel but wholeheartedly supports their efforts, often protests for civil rights and workers’ rights, works at the factory and always ends up with dirt all over him, somewhat clumsy and bad at talking but likes to yell for the revolution anyways, has just about one friend and that’s Dionne, has sandy brown hair and kind of a weird-looking face

Bicoir – an older religious man who is friends with Gauvain and Calixte and Lamorak, apparently has no family but loves everyone, one of the only people around brave enough to openly express their religion, is in danger of being arrested and put down for his beliefs, very kindly and harmless, gray hair like a boss, Bishop-ish

Calixte – another older French man who owns a shop in town, probably a bookshop of some sort, wears glasses and also has graying hair, friends with Gauvain and Bicoir and Lamorak, may or may not be the father of Dionne because I haven’t decided yet, very friendly and secretly supportive of the republic that the rebels fight for, often has Pavla and Torin in his shop with him, also familiar with Rhosyn and her book-loving family, do I sense some Mabeuf in this guy or what

Cecilie – poor young Czech woman who works in the factory alongside many others such as Zaria, has young daughter = Pavla, loves her daughter but never mentions the father, very skinny and sickly-looking but remotely pretty, has thin blonde hair, remains neutral towards the rebellion but does like what the republic might bring for her and her daughter

Dionne – a young French factory woman who is familiar with Zaria and Cecilie but is very close with Benzel, might be the daughter of Calixte but I have not decided yet, has brown-ish hair that she wears up in a bun, supports the rebellion and protests alongside Benzel for workers’ rights and civil rights

Eleri – a sweet young teenage girl, mother = Rhosyn, older brothers = Cadfael and Meirion, loves all of her family including her criminal brother, has short blonde hair, usually stays at home with her mother but often walks around the city with brother Cadfael, also secretly helps the rebel effort by sneaking out to help prepare things like posters and weapons and medical supplies, looked up to be little Pavla

Eran – an African man who continually fights against discrimination, is poor but still does his best to hold his family together, wife = Atara, daughter = Zaria, son = Torin, often walks around with his son on his shoulders, has grown very tired and unhealthy from poverty but occasionally smiles, has shorter dark brown hair, works with heavy machinery in a different factory from everyone else, wishes that the government would pay attention to the people’s needs

Gauvain – a middle-aged man living in the outskirts of the city, another main male character, wife = Gwenevere, son = Evelake, loves his family and is very protective of them, wants to raise his son well, supports the rebellion but does very little physically to help them, friends with Bicoir and Calixte and Lamorak as older men with small families or none at all, abides by the laws despite wanting to change them for the better and turn things around into a republic again, has brown-ish gray-ish hair and green eyes

Gwenevere – a beautiful middle-class woman in the outskirts of town, husband = Gauvain, son = Evelake, is mostly neutral to the rebellions going on despite her son partaking, only wishes that he would remain safe, has a decent nursing-type job, has very long brown hair, misses how the world used to be when it was good

Nineve – one of the very poor peasant girls in the heart of the city, has no known or mentioned family, sometimes must steal to stay alive, very skinny and bony with ragged light brown hair and freckles, mostly keeps to herself but is friends with Davorin and at first with Pelleas, secretly loves Pelleas after they are friends when young, at first is against the rebellion because Pelleas is as well, soon turns away from that belief despite still loving him and sometimes shows up at rebel gatherings and locations, Éponine-ish

Pavla – the young Czech factory-working daughter of her poor mother = Cecilie, friends with Torin and often visits Calixte’s shop with him, also looks up to Eleri and follows her around sometimes, does not realize the bad state and condition of the world she lives in, is used to being poor and doesn’t mind it too much, has wavy-ish blonde-ish hair and some freckles

Pelleas – an upper class man in the city, doesn’t necessarily like the rebels much but dislikes the criminal anarchists even more, still is friends with Davorin a bit before he goes to join the rebels, also once was good friends with Nineve and liked her a lot until they somehow became distant, is still loved by her even after she grows poorer and he grows richer, is accepting of the government because it treats him well, has light brown hair and blue eyes

Rhosyn – a sad-looking middle-aged Welsh woman, sons = Meirion and Cadfael, daughter = Eleri, has lost contact with her criminal son Meirion and rarely speaks to Cadfael after he went to school, spends most time at home either alone or with daughter Eleri, is initially well-off but becoming poorer due to an unknown illness, has thin and dull light brown hair

Sveva - young Italian girl, mother = Fiammetta, father = Cirillo, older sister = Amadea, younger brother = Ladislao, is a bit moody and snarky as most teenagers are, leaves her criminal family with Amadea but still misses them, is torn between the anarchists and the rebels, observes the rebellion from a distance, is familiar with a handful of people in the city but does not know who they really are despite being easily suspicious of everyone, has straight black hair and olive skin

Torin – the young African news boy, is well-liked be nearly everyone he meets, mother = Atara, father = Eran, sister = Zaria, hangs out with many people such as Pavla and Varick and Calixte, very Gavroche-ish, does not actively take part in the rebellion but is friends with most of the rebels, works behind the scenes to pass out fliers and newspapers on the busy streets in the center of town, very friendly and loud, has short black hair wears some sort of cute little jacket thing

Volume I: Fantine and the Bishop
Book I: Some Higher Plan
Chapter II: The World May Be Changed


It was an indeterminable amount of time after the previous conversation between Bishop Myriel and God that the former’s contentedness was suddenly stirred, by none other than the latter. The time elapsed in our world might have been anywhere from one year to two, but it is understood that such exact units of time have no set equivalent in the afterlife. Thus we are forced to accept a fact: we shall never truly know how long a time the Bishop had waited.

He had been reading out in a garden which he liked to frequent, surrounded by the same sorts of flowering bushes whose beauty he was so fond of, when God approached him.

“Come,” He said simply, in his great, deep voice.

Myriel stood, set down his book upon the garden chair, and followed God along the path of the nearby slope. There they walked in silence for a short while, if not for the breeze which sighed ever so softly over the green trees in the distance. The Bishop seemed to ponder lightly while he strolled, contemplating, observing the rolling hills of Heaven around him. As for God, one can never be sure about the contents of His thoughts. But finally He spoke:

“Do not underestimate my ability to sense your innermost emotions, my child. You display a façade of serenity, behind which only I could detect any flickers of doubt or discomfort that may exist. I’m afraid I have seen such traces lying there, and this leads me to know that you are not, in fact, content.”

First there was a moment during which Monsieur Myriel paused, and then he responded, almost sadly, “Yes, this is true. I am powerless against Your supreme insight, capable of piercing even the toughest of souls and the iciest of hearts. It is shameful for me to be so dissatisfied with the grand gift of Paradise, where I now reside. However, I try my best to feel differently.”

But God was not angry, nor even the least bit disappointed with the Bishop’s pensive manner. Instead He shook His head gently, and the slightest smile formed upon His face. “It does, indeed, concern me that you seem so unhappy here,” He began, “but there is no need to be apologetic. It is not a vexed concern that I show, but a worried one. I ask that you may allow me to help you now.”

“Father, I would seek Your advice above that of all others, and I would trust Your judgment even if it took me to the ends of the Earth,” declared the Bishop.

God nodded with an air of pleased approval. “And that I thank you for. Now, let me be sure of something. From what I have witnessed of you, your troubles seem to stem not from your home of Heaven itself, but from the loneliness and the emptiness that you face within it. I wish to change this; a good man such as you deserves no less than the happiness that I intend for you to enjoy.”

Monseigneur Bienvenu stopped and looked thoughtfully up at his God. “I admit, I would prefer to have a companion around, or some task with which to occupy my time,” he explained, “but You mustn’t trouble Yourself over the simple desires of one insignificant man such as myself. I am quite fine with waiting for my precious sister Baptistine, or dear Madame Magloire, to join me; and I pray that neither should come to do so until many years from now.”

“My great bishop, you never fail to disregard yourself in favor of others,” God mused. “Your selflessness is the most splendid thing. But my Kingdom is not made for me; it is made for you, and for all. Here is a land where your own bliss may come first, and your bliss is mine as well. And do not fret – your sister is in good hands. Trust that her life shall be lasting and joyous. Now, it is your turn to be rewarded.”

There was nothing that Bishop Myriel could do but comply, for an argument with God Himself is a battle that has been lost before it can even begin.

Then they resumed their walk once again.

“You may not have realized this, Monseigneur Bienvenu, but your journey is not yet over. In fact, it has perhaps not begun at all,” said God. “Do you remember, from the year 1815, your encounter with a man by the name of Jean Valjean?”

Myriel nodded. “Indeed, I do, and quite fondly, might I add. I’ve thought about him on more than one occasion, hoping that, with my gift of silver, he was able to change himself for the better, wondering: what exactly has become of him?”

“This shall be your chance to discover that, and much more,” God answered. “You, with that very gift and the forgiveness you offered with it, have enabled this man to live a life of mercy, charity, and compassion. And although you are unaware of it, he has often prayed for your guidance in times of need. By following your divine example, Jean Valjean has transfigured himself into the honorable mayor known as Monsieur Madeleine.”

“Could it be that he is the Father Madeleine, from Montreuil-sur-Mer, whom I have heard such wonderful things about before?” inquired the Bishop, with growing interest.

“Yes, that is right. And it was only by the help of your kind soul that he has become so wonderful,” God confirmed.

“Nonsense,” chuckled the old bishop. “It was by Your doing, and that is the way it always has been, and always will be. I am but a humble man who had only been sharing Your message of love, as all people should. His gratitude goes to You.”

God sighed, but with a hint of amusement. “I do wish you’d give more credit to yourself, my son,” He said. “I will repeat it again, and you shall not redirect it onto me, for it is the truth: because of you, this man has turned from the darkness of sin to the light of grace.” He paused briefly to glance at the sky above, and then returned to Monsieur Myriel.

“I once told you that you have already done more than enough good for one lifetime, and that remains true; but I see clearly that you would be uplifted by one additional opportunity to change the world. And this is why, if you should so desire, I give you your final task: you shall follow Jean Valjean throughout his story – a story that very nearly began with you – from now until his death, and beyond; and you shall keep watch over those lives which have been connected through his story; and you shall help these people to discover themselves and their purposes, as you once did with Jean Valjean; and this story shall end as it began: with the love of a man called Monseigneur Bienvenu.”

And there that very man stood in awe of his God, and of the mysteries of His words. To be given such a magnificent responsibility – even Bishop Myriel, with all of his experiences behind him, was mildly surprised; but even greater, to be granted another chance to do what he loved most – that is a gift that few are lucky enough to behold.

And so then, almost immediately, he praised his God before him:

“O Father God, I am stunned by Your brilliance and Your benevolence. Whatever You may ask of me, I shall never hesitate to obey. It is my duty, my priority, and my greatest joy to extend Your goodness to the world, and I cannot thank You enough for this last opportunity that I have been presented with. From this day forward, I shall look after Jean Valjean and his fellow souls, and I shall not cease to do so until this story has come to a close.”

It should be noted that, although ideas such as time are not easily translated across dimensions, at what we may assume was the same moment as that when Bishop Myriel declared his promise, Jean Valjean saw something peculiar: the flames of his two silver candlesticks glowed brighter than ever before.

Volume I: Fantine and the Bishop
Book I: Some Higher Plan
Chapter I: The Faithful Servant


The first thing that Charles-François-Bienvenu Myriel had seen in over three years was a light. And although he did not remain in Heaven throughout the entirety of his afterlife, the light never left him. In fact, it had become so that, by the time he did return to Paradise at the close of his journey, he himself was a sort of humble radiance of all things gracious and upright, which could perhaps be seen even by those on Earth. He was light, and light was he, and from the downpours of suffering souls, to the immeasurable joys of long-awaited reunion; from every corner of the world that lies beyond the realm of the living, his goodness shone.

One of the very few who could surpass Monsieur Myriel was God the Father himself. Of course, while he was alive, the man had been very close to his God, but the bond was even further strengthened as he came to occupy the lovely portion of the afterworld in which God resides, known to us as Heaven. As one would expect, there was no question as to whether or not he deserved a place there, as that was granted to him immediately upon his death; we simply must recognize that, even for such a pious man as he was, it would be far easier to connect with God when one is so directly beside him in His Kingdom. Perhaps, though, there is the argument that the Bishop was reverent enough that God may already have existed fully within his living spirit, but that is beside the point.

The Bishop roamed the same golden lands as those of the Father, of the Son, and of all other righteous souls who were departed; it was a place to which he had devoted his whole lifetime, so that others may hear its message and, someday, see its glory. During the extent of that lifetime, he had wanted for nothing but to help the world, and even after he ceased to exist there, this was his only wish. And thus God would grant it, in time.

But: what is time, in such a universe as the afterlife? Certainly it is not a straightforward line with a steady pace. Instead, it is quite warped, with countless inconsistencies and occurrences that would not be possible within our own strict, Earthly perceptions. One could live out a decade of time, all while one above might experience the passing of what would seem like a single day; similarly, another soul in the afterlife may look down upon the events of that decade, when only a day has gone by for a soul on Earth. A strange concept, indeed, but we must be prepared for such things as we begin to deal with both of these worlds at once.

Monseigneur Bienvenu (as he was often affectionately called) was unfortunate in just one aspect, and it was this complicated matter of time. He, as we know, had gone blind in the years leading up to his decease, but he was one of those men who would believe that blindness affects only the vision of the eyes, and not the vision of the soul. And thus, despite being limited by his sightless eyes, he would not be defeated. He was both motivated and contented by but two things: his unconditional love for God and His beautiful world, and the unconditional love which he and his sister shared. Indeed, Mademoiselle Baptistine admired her elder brother dearly, and she was always at his side to care for him, so that even in his darkness, he might never feel lost.

When it came time for Monsieur Myriel to say farewell to the likes of the Earth and of the living, all were deeply saddened, naturally. Although with sight restored and eternal life found, he, too, felt slightly troubled by his own death. No longer could he be with his beloved sister; no longer could he spread the goodness of the Lord to the people; these were those two things which he enjoyed most, and now with them lost, he had begun to feel a bit lost as well. Of course, he would absolutely never wish for the death of Baptistine, and he would never yearn for more life than what was given to him. But with such endless days filled only with a mild calmness, the kindly old bishop, who had once been so delightfully busy in his life, found himself yearning instead for something with which to pass his time.

On occasion, he would converse with God about the mysteries of the Heavenly world, as mystery is something that intrigues nearly all of mankind, and the Bishop had come to know God as his friend as well as his Father, and so such discussions were his perfect opportunity to be enlightened. He knew better than to turn down any bit of knowledge, even from the most ragged and wretched of people, and especially not from the wisest being of them all.

Once he asked, “I wonder: why is it that You give me here this infinite time for leisure, when there is so much left to be done on the Earth below?”

And God answered, “My son, you have already accomplished far more than one would ever expect of a lone man. Your peace now is long-deserved.”

The Bishop continued to ponder. “I am most at peace when I am helping others. Not that I take Your gift of eternal life for granted, Father – but I cannot help but feel that I no longer have any purpose to serve. That is all I desire.”

“Your soul is one of great benevolence,” replied God. “The duties you have fulfilled, the lives you have changed; all of that will continue to help the world for years to come. Your purpose now is to be content with yourself, with the good you have already done, and with my reassurance that your impacts shall be everlasting. Now, be content.”

And so Monsieur Bienvenu was content.

I should've mentioned that my main reason for setting up this blog was to post my Les Mis fanfiction. I have just begun to write my very first fic, called L'Au-Delà (The Afterlife), and since it's meant to be a very big project, I thought I might give a bit of an introduction to explain some things.

1.) This will be long, if everything goes as planned. I'm organizing it in the same fashion that Victor Hugo organized the Brick, with 5 volumes, several books in each volume, and several chapters in each book. I advise that if you prefer simple one-shots or anything of the more comedic nature, you probably won't be interested in this.

2.) I will be borrowing elements from both the Brick and the musical. If you have a problem with this, then I'm sorry, but the musical is very dear to me as well as to many others, so I'll be referring to that from time to time. Besides, I haven't read the Brick in its entirety yet. I wanted to do that before I began this, but I was invited to participate in Camp NaNoWriMo, which takes place in April, so I decided I should try to get as much of this done as I can in that time period.

3.) As to what the story is even about, you can read my messy little (or should I say big) synopsis over at Camp NaNoWriMo's website - http://www.campnanowrimo.org/campers/themadcatter/novels/haven-t-decided-yet-59864
Basically, it follows the journeys and adventures of the characters after they have died and arrived in the afterlife.

4.) Since this story is about the afterlife, there will be some religious themes included. I hope that doesn't offend anyone or make somebody uncomfortable, but I figured that since the musical often mentions God or similar things, and the Brick does a few times as well, nobody would have too much of a problem with it. Besides, with the Bishop as one of the main characters in this fic, it's hard to leave religion out.

5.) Again, as the musical will be incorporated into this fanfic as well as the Brick, I've decided to name the book titles and the chapter titles after various lines and phrases of lyrics from the musical. However, the volume names will be after characters (mostly), as seen in the Brick (mostly). These, and the title, of course, are all I have named so far.

So there you go. Check back soon for the first chapter!

I'm aware that absolutely nobody is following this page at the moment, but I'll just pretend that I'm not a lonely soul, and I'll post some links to my current uploads on SoundCloud.

Abaissé voice meme - https://soundcloud.com/javonine/abaiss-voice-meme

On My Own - https://soundcloud.com/javonine/on-my-own

Javert's part in the Confrontation - https://soundcloud.com/javonine/confrontation-javert

I plan on making more recordings in the future, and you can guarantee that I'll post the links here for my many adoring friends to see. As far as I know right now, I'll be singing Éponine's part in One Day More for an upcoming group project over at Abaissé.

So long, my empty little LiveJournal.

I made this a while ago, and to be honest, I'm quite proud of it. It really takes a lot more work than you'd think to whip up a little captioned compilation of images like this.

I'm pretty sure "fuq da police" would be Valjean's go-to response to Javert's stalking repeated lawful attempts at arrest throughout the entire story.

And welcome to my new LiveJournal! This will soon be the home of a variety of Les Mis content, including pictures, quotes, videos, quizzes, eventually some fanfiction of mine, and more. It's mostly for my own amusement, really, but I thought I might put it all in one place to share with the rest of the fandom. Please try your best to enjoy this little page - that is, once I start posting.

By the way, I can also be known as Inspector or Speckle/Speckles (my names on Abaissé) or Sarah (my real name). On SoundCloud, where I often upload recordings of myself singing, my username is also Javonine.