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.]

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.

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.))

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.]

Yep. Packed theatre, and not a dry eye in the place, I don't think.

[order_and_light]

[Tsk, no. From looking at her, he doubts the Courier has the appropriate Lawabiding French Citizen credentials. No trust here.]

[Give him a second to decide how to react to that. The world ended. In his early 19th-century experience, the world is a limited prospect, free of WMDs and the constant awareness of globalization. It ends only when God says it does.]

Explain that.

[Please don't tell him he missed Judgment Day somehow.]

((OOC: A+. Time for massive cultural confusion and disillusionment.))

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.

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?

God, wasn't it just fantastic?

[justnumbers]

[All the frowny face. Everyone has that reaction.]

The world went to war, sir. With weapons that destroyed civilization. Humanity managed to survive, but it hasn't been an easy existence. We do our best to do what is right.

[Well, except for the raiders. And Caesar's Legion. Seriously, fuck those guys.]

Pretty much!

[order_and_light]

What weapons?

[And then he stops and makes a visible effort to redirect his focus. Wherever the Courier comes from, it isn't, by the rules of this place, his universe. So whatever heresies it gets up to have no impact on him.]

How fares France?

[Alright, so sue him, France is important.]

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.]

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.

[justnumbers]

Nuclear weapons. [Oh, shit, wait, this guy probably doesn't know about radiation yet.] They're basically very large explosives that poison the ground for centuries.

[And now she just looks a little bashful.] I... I don't know. I'm American, sir.

[order_and_light]

[Not only has he not heard of radiation, but his definition of 'very large explosive' would be something that on a good day might blow up a handful of buildings at once.]

Ah.

[Americans. Americans are not particularly useful. You help them out in a war, then they start having misgivings when you ask them for any return on the favor.]

Then I expect France fares well enough. [Probably 'the world' just means the East Coast of North America. He wouldn't expect the ex-colonists to see much beyond their own problems, anyway.] I will ask no further.

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.

The shoe'll drop soon enough, I think...

[order_and_light]

[There, she probably minds a stall or goes about doing charitable work or something. Mystery nearly solved.]

In what year and what capacity?

[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..

[order_and_light]

[He'll explain that by ignoring it.]

Familiar, yes. I have seen as many of you as I have seen back alleys and inns with no honest patrons.

[But...] You. [The woman in hospital, on the night that Valjean evaded him. The whore Valjean saved from arrest.]

[reveried]

( as he ignores so many other injustices, right? )

Please, monsieur. You cannot take any more of my dignity from me. ( in death, there was nothing left for him to take. at least he recognized her now. )

Remember me now, Inspector?

[order_and_light]

[He ignores only the injustices that the law also ignores. Totally clean of any immorality or culpability, here!]

Where is he? [He tries to grab her arm. The fact that she a) should be dead and b) isn't has yet to sink in.]

[reveried]

( he might be clean of culpability, but participating in a flawed system doesn't make him any less flawed or immoral than the system itself~! meanwhile, she's just a tad too quick for him, stepping just out of his reach.

she can only assume he means monsieur mayor. and as to that.. )

I do not know. I have not seen him here.