Bonjour!

[m_bienvenu]

I awoke this morning to two incredible shocks. Firstly, I was alive! Secondly, I was not blind! I thanked the good God, and ran, still in my bed-dress, to the foot of the steps, shouting for my sister and Madam Magloire. Neither answered, though it was quite late enough to expect them awake, and impatient to share my miraculous transformation with

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[_blueeyedsailor]

I am neither particularly religious nor Catholic, but I have heard wonderous things about you, monsiegneur. Welcome. You certainly do have your work cut out for you around here. *grins*

[m_bienvenu]

I am quite grateful you all find me necessary! and I re-state earlier comments about the supernaturally convertative powers of my conversations... It isn't very difficult, sir - being chained to a pillar in Notre Dame de Paris wouldn't convert a man - all the Lord asks of you is to believe in Him, and to love your neighbor. The interdictions, in all honesty, come after that.

[_blueeyedsailor]

A better understanding of religion than most I have heard before. Thank you, sir. Though even if someone had said so... *shakes head* In the past I wanted little to do with God, to be honest.

[redgoldlily]

M. Myriel! Welcome! I'm delighted to see you. I read that book of yours long ago, and you made a strong impression on me. Also, my typist lady looks very happy to have you here. Please, make yourself comfortable, monseigneur. Oh, and I haven't yet introduced myself to you, my name is Lily Potter and I'm from England. Er, you don't have a problem with witches, do you, sir?

[m_bienvenu]

Hello, hello! Delighted to meet you, Madame Potter. My typist has a particular fondness for you, as well. I'm willing to overlook your Anglicanism, if you're willing to overlook my shabby clothing. *smiles*

I won't say a word about witchcraft, so long as no one writes names in the Devil's book, or turns up afflicted, or eats hallucinogenic wheat. I've had a bit of practice turning 'blind eyes'

[m_bienvenu]

that is to say, they are offenses on a similar par. Mademoiselle Typist insists I shall not be understood, unaccompanied by essays on my personality and intentions as I was in Monsieur Hugo's novel. *smiles*

[tartanineffable]

...you may want to stay away from Crowley, then.

[silent_lark]

Welcome! Surely you must be very, very good, if my Papa respects you so greatly. I do hope you like it here.

[not24601]

Monseigneur...this is my daughter. My darling child. *smiles proudly*

[m_bienvenu]

*smiles* She is your gift from God, Monsieur L'argent.

[m_bienvenu]

I am merely a tool of the good God, mon fille. I did your father a kindness once, but his own goodness made him prosper. *beams proudly*

I believe I shall enjoy my time here very much.

[lawyer_boy]

Welcome, monseigneur. *grins* I concur with my wife..surely you must be quite, quite, good, if my father-in-law feels the need to kneel to you.

*awkward bow, as is still bandaged* I am Marius Pontmercy, Monseigneur, and I do hope you will like it here.

[m_bienvenu]

I merely do what I can to help God's pauvres, as we all must. *sees your bow and replies with a head-nod*

I am pleased to meet you, Pontmercy - is your shoulder quite well?

[lawyer_boy]

But of course, monseigneur.

*wry smile* It's getting better, slowly. Thank you for asking, sir.