voicetesting | omg no.

[pocketpicking]

What? What d'you mean, "no?"

It's gettin' a little crowded in here, in case you didn't notice, and I've got no intentions of stayin' someplace where I can't do what I'm good at. And nothin's quite ripe for the taking, my dear. I'm sure you saw to that.

So you're expectin' me to strike up some kind of bargain? That it? [ eyeroll. ] And what about that husband of mine? Probably up and left, and you're just wantin' me to sit pretty.

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[order_and_light]

These 'mundanes' do society a grave disservice, allowing your sort any degree of freedom.

[pocketpicking]

[ in the sweetest of tones she can manage because this was not what she had in mind: ]

Oh, I think even the worst of us deserves some fresh air every now and again!

[ a pause. sucking up in three, two... ]

And surely not all of 'em, Inspector. There's the ones lettin' people like you do your - patrolin'.

[order_and_light]

We earn our place on this earth, madame. You deserve nothing.

[ stiff and formal ]

The rule here is amnesty. I have no respect for such a rule, nor for the false authorities that enforce it.

[ there are criminals all over this multiverse and he can't arrest any of them. All he can do is make threatening small talk. Having his hands tied sucks. ]

[notmuchthere]

What, and you're complaining about crowds now?

[pocketpicking]

When there's nothing [ a pointed look. ], I think it's allowed.

[notmuchthere]

There can't be nothing.

omg yes.

[reveried]

( why look. it's the ghost of christmas past a mother you thought you'd never see again. how's that feel? )

Madame Thenardier.

i am so sorry.

[pocketpicking]

Fantine -!

[ oh, that's - awkward, to say the least, but let's not dwell on the startled (worried?) surprise on her face that quickly flashes to something more welcoming. and faker. whatever. ]

Oh, it's been too long! Terrible rumors about, you know.

i'm not! c:

[reveried]

( perhaps death grants you the wisdom you don't have in life. or perhaps knowing that Cosette has long been out of this woman's hands makes all the difference. still, Madame Thenardier doesn't scare her any longer. )

Rumors, Madame? I have not heard any.

[makeflowersgrow]

Maman?

[Oh god. No. Papa and Mama? here? She's staying well out of reach for now. She's a little in awe of her Mama.]

What sort of bargain, Mama? People do not give willingly here. I have seen Papa here though, more's the pity.

[pocketpicking]

Won't say - but it don't matter; ways around that, I'm sure.

[ what do you mean, eponine, they can all totally be the happiest family ever, okay. ]

You've been here longer than I have. You'd know.

[makeflowersgrow]

[Keep dreaming, Maman!]

aye. I do know. An' I know a lot of people 'ere are smarter than anyone in Paris. You'll find an 'ard deal. No one gives you nothing for free 'ere. They watch you lots.

[petitgamin]

'ullo, Maman.

[pocketpicking]

[ hold on. registering, and - ]

Gavroche? What're you doin' out here?

[petitgamin]

Just takin' in the sights. Mindin' me own business.

[euphrasie]

[ blink blink.

wow, small world, huh. if there was another lesson to be taken from papa's tale, it's that your world can only get smaller. ]

[immaculat]

Oh, no-- no. Not at all. Never. A bargain would not work to nudge these mundanes towards nothing. [ Pause. That was intentional. ] Anything. [ That, too. ] You shall need much, much, more if you wish for their specific attention.