Pondering who might play a lady!Javert...

[order_and_light]

I doubt this Rule 63 is anywhere in the books of law, mademoiselle. I have no interest in what foolish woman might occupy my place in some other universe. I have my duties here and now, and I will attend to those until my death. Leave me. Take your speculations elsewhere.

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*just got back from seeing the movie*

[justnumbers]

[Blink, blink. "Mademoiselle"? Must be French, then.]

It's... more of an impromptu code than an actual law, sir.

So how much did it make you cry?

[order_and_light]

Then it is no law at all.

[This whole multiverse concept is a massive affront to his sensibilities. He's standing even straighter than usual. He will not let any of this absurd canon intermingling and metatextuality get to him.]

Bucketfuls. The barricade boys, IDAD, and the finale...

[justnumbers]

Maybe not a law in the de jure sense, but de facto can be just as powerful. -Sir.

[The Courier, meanwhile, seems to shrink by a few inches. Javert is rather intimidating.]

All those long closeups of people singing while being horribly sad. Damn.

[order_and_light]

[Hm. Well. Maybe this oddly-dressed woman does know something about order.]

Not so powerful as that which is written and sealed. A nation in which the rabble hold up custom as right is a nation sick in its soul.

((OOC: She's from Fallout, right? Is she rocking the dusty post-apocalyptic-Western look?))

Freaking Empty Chairs, man. The whole theater was crying!

[justnumbers]

[Of course she does! Trust in the (admittedly bedraggled-looking) Courier, M. l'Inspecteur.]

Laws can change. So can custom. Believe me, I've learned that not everything is as black and white as it seems at first glance. [A pause.] And the world ended. Makes it hard for written law to survive.

((OOC: Ha ha, yup! Fallout: New Vegas, actually. Totally rocking the dusty-trenchcoat-and-military-helmet look.))

oh hello!

[reveried]

( him. the one who would have arrested her, without hearing her pleas. )

Perhaps it may humble you, to live this life as a woman.

hello, character Javert was a condescending asshat to!

[order_and_light]

[Since he's from post-everyone-ends-up-in-Paris, years have passed since he encountered Fantine. But his memory for lawbreakers is good enough she seems a bit familiar. Disturbingly so.]

If I am to understand what passes for order in this place, than the life lived would not be mine, but another's, only passingly similar.

[He's watching her hard, trying to place her, as he speaks.]

those people must just stack up!

[reveried]

( she doesn't look much different now; she's still thin, hair patchy, face slightly swollen. the only difference is that she's alive. and she knew she shouldn't be. )

Even that life may teach you something. Some humility, perhaps, monsieur.

They rather do.

[order_and_light]

A true servant of the law is the least prideful of men.

[He takes a step closer to Fantine.]

I know you.

[But the pieces are still falling into place. He's not quite certain how he knows her.]

[reveried]

And yet, there is you.

( how do you explain that, monsieur? )

I don't see how one such as myself could be familiar to you..

I MADE THIS ON THE BIGGEST WHIM SO SO SO LONG AGO.

[evilofthegood]

These mundanes enjoy encouraging those in their employ to forgo duties don't they?

Oh, damn. Javert is going to have *no* clue here.

[order_and_light]

I am in the employ of no man or 'mundane.' I serve only the highest interests of France.

[Unlike Fantine, this woman isn't familiar to Javert. But she does have the look of someone who has the advantage on him. This seems to be a nasty trait of the multiverse—people knowing more than they ought.]

Do you know me?

Up for cracky horrors? :D

[evilofthegood]

[She doesn't pause but there is a light in her eyes - a degree of respect that perhaps wasn't there before. She doesn't know him but there's a vague sense that she should.

It's making her uneasy.]

Far more noble then anything these mundanes serve besides their own self interest.

[She shakes her head] I'm afraid I don't.

I definitely am. Going with 'both seem eerily familiar to each other for no good reason,' then?

[order_and_light]

[Okay, now this is going to bother him. He's very good at remembering people, but he's certain he doesn't know this woman. Her knowing him would have explained the odd hint of expectant tension he gets as she speaks to him and vice-versa. Now there's no explanation possible.]

Self-interest? What do they possibly gain by interfering in lives in worlds they cannot touch? What I have to do, I will go on to do. They may watch if they like, but they'll take no more from it than the voyeur's sneaking satisfaction.

Were you ever in Paris? [Maybe this woman was just—around. Someone he never thought to give more than a glance.]

Sounds good to me!

[evilofthegood]

[She's watching him, there is a wary feeling about her.]

I hope you continue to remain firm Monsieur. I fear you might find them not as willing to agree to let you perform your duties. I commend your dedication however. [It reminds her of her own dedication.]

...I work there.

Tosses Book!Javert your way, Crowevert <3

[inseine]

She would make a hideous, vile woman. [The tall, wolfish man's eyes roll ponderously - boredly - toward the sky whilst he muses.] Completely unmarriagable. Even less employable than us.

[Hmph! He fixes his falcon eye on the uniformed man before him, chin held high.]

What a beastly hag she would be.

[Though if he were probed, he would not be above dressing as an old hag if a situation called for it.]

Crowevert says ohshit & tells his mun to read Les Mis *faster,* skip past. M. Bienvenu, dammit!

[order_and_light]

A creature with no place in the world beyond solitude and the slow wait for death. [Honestly, what good could a woman in his place have done society? The best she could hope would be to devote her life to God.]

[Us, is it?] Inspector. [His tone is dry, accompanied by the very slightest nod. He's already met a dead woman, why not another version of himself?]


((ooc: Ha, stage fright now! I've watched several film versions and seen the musical on stage, but I've only just started the book.))

NO WORRIES, you're doing fabulously!

[inseine]

[Monsieur L'Inspecteur Javert arches a single, black brow and blinks at his counterpart blandly. To reinforce the point, he dips his massive hand deeply into his pocket and rummages, drawing out a small round disk. Inscribed on the front is the following:

Javert
Inspecteur de Police
Première Classe
Aged Fifty-Two

He gives a low, bemused snort.]

Solitude and an imagination. At society's most merciful. Though it is my impression she would end up too much like her mother.

[He follows up, as if reading his counter-part's mind with the intensity of his unblinking stare,]

Does it bother you? A godless, hideous woman with our name. No church would take her. She would follow the stars.

((OOC: *Claps heartily* You are doing a fantastic job with musical/Russell Crowe!Javert. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by how much more 'character' he has in the book, too. :-) Welcome to the fandom, please enjoy your stay! I love a fellow Javert fan. There are not enough of us.))

Thanks! Any fandom where there are multiple canon sources is always a bit nervewracking.

[order_and_light]

[He reads the disk to himself before relinquishing it to his alternate. Interesting. He won't dwell on the spiritual or metaphysical ramifications.]

[The idea of anyone of his name and origin repeating the beastly pagan life of his mother doesn't bear thinking about, but he meets his alternate's gaze squarely.]

It bothers me only that this place would shelter such a person. And for entertainment! To satisfy the curiosity of wretches with more time than sense.

How much experience do you have here?

[He's not a man for trusting other people, but if his alternate has any insights into the multiverse, he'll take them. He doesn't see much to redeem the place, so far.]


((OOC: Yeah, I've noticed the lack of Javerts, and I'm surprised! I've felt for Javert since I saw my first version of Les Mis. At least in the films and musical, his integrity is just as unshakeable as Valjean's. Hell, he kills himself in order to maintain that integrity. That combination of personal aggrandizement (seeing oneself as a tool of a greater abstract) and personal abolishment (always applying that greater abstract to oneself as much as to others)—it's compelling. He does need a bigger fanbase!))

[inseine]

[The Inspector drops his badge back into his greatcoat pocket. His eyes glimmer beneath the shadow cast by his hat brim. He bobs his head in a half-nod, lips pressed together thoughtfully. He draws his heavy police-cane from under his arm, tapping the narrow end against the ground in an idle rhythm.]

Enough to know not to expect. The distinct lack of expectations will aid you here above all else. It will surprise you less.

[He eyes his alternate up and down, like a tiger sizing up a rival predator.]

Then again you are hardly surprised. Nor shaken. [His brow contracts.] Nor haunted. [His head tilts, ever the inquisitive canine with his clipped, abrupt questions.] Your mam'zelle was thoughtful enough to better inform your circumstance?

((OOC: That's exactly what I love about him. He's a lot more complex than he is given credit for, and I love to explore his severe and unshakeable personal integrity and honesty. I've always described Javert to other people as 'not really a BAD guy, just intensely principled and somewhat unpleasant to hang around.' ;-)))

[antinouswild]

You.

[Icon face]

I did think if hell awaited me I might see you again. But, this is unexpected.

I'm pulling him from 1825-ish, so he has noooo clue about the July Revolution/June Rebellion.

[order_and_light]

I have no idea who you are, boy.

[This place is insane. Doppelgangers, the walking dead, and glaring children.]

even better :)

[antinouswild]

Do not call me boy, spy. [Contempt open on his face.] Do you deny that you are Javert?

Yessss, confusion is always good.

[order_and_light]

I have no reason to deny it, and never will have, child. [He's rapidly arriving at the conclusion that he hates the multiverse.]

Always... and it's just D_M So what the hell...

[antinouswild]

If I am a child, spy, then it is a child who has taken your life in exchange for that of Jean Prouvaire. Your friends murdered you when they murdered him, and it was a boy who saw it through.

[As far as he knows, after he handed Javert over to Valjean, Javert was killed.]