unmocked_lawr --> wouldyoulikemyhat, also considering going back to damned

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

No, I understand all too well! You liked the film well enough, so you decided to read the book again. You liked that well enough, too, and now the tour is in your city. And despite your so-called unending workload, you've still found the time to get me a new account and a new face.

None of this surprises me. We both know you've never had any sense of self-control. It is your dithering that I find exhausting. Make up your mind: either choose a damn game or don't. It makes no difference to me, so long as you stop going on about your many and varied [lip-curl] feels.

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[petitgamin]

Oh, but h'inspector dear, they gotta have their feels

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

[oh

it's you.]

Perhaps, but the rolling about that usually accompanies the feels is growing tiresome.

[petitgamin]

[Your bestest buddy out of all your buddies? Yup, it's me!]

...Why they rollin' around? This one ain't done that yet. [Looks to see if his will; like he expects her to perform on cue]

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

[An expression of vague annoyance.] Damned if I know. If it isn't rolling about, it's flailing, or making infernal noises at a screen.

[He leans forward, scrutinizes the gamin with a raised eyebrow. It's been a few years and a few games: enough time for him to come to regard most of his castmates with varying levels of resigned tolerance.] I don't suppose you'd like to trade.

[petitgamin]

Oh noises. Know plenty about the noises, so I do. She keeps them all screechy and whatnot.

[An eyebrow rises] No fear.

[esotericism]

I think the feels are a bit like mun-fuel, really. Especially if you're particularly tragic.

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

[A disbelieving snort.] Tragic! Yes, she's used that word before.

[esotericism]

Mine's used it for me, as well. I don't feel particularly tragic, though, I must admit. I suppose because I've simply been doing my duty all along.

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

It speaks a great deal to their characters if they consider merely doing one's duty tragic.

[order_and_light]

[Oh, for the love of God, the law, justice, and other important things, not another one.] Am I to believe we're popular?

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

We!

[He's heard about there being other versions of himself here, but this is the first time he's actually met one. Have a moment of awkward silence while he stares intently at your face.]

What the devil have you done with your sideburns It would appear so.

YO. Combo musical/book guy here. My canon knowledge is, alas, mired in the pages of Waterloo.

[order_and_light]

[The other alternate he met wondered the same thing.]

We. The Inspectors Javert. [Very dry. He finds his multiplicity as disturbing and absurd as he suspects this man does.] Date yourself, Inspector. My time, when I am not being burdened with limbo, is 1825. [He's learned this is an important detail to share, when talking with—yourself.]

aw yiss! I...actually enjoyed Waterloo, sob. Just wait until A Parenthesis. Or Argot.

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

[sideburns are very important okay

Meeting his apparent doppelgänger is--jarring, but once the initial surprise has passed, he finds the other man's lack of a reaction far more interesting. Which means--]

You've met more of me. [Quickly:] Us. Good God, man, how many are there?

[Dating himself--well, that's familiar, at least. Temporal displacement is something he's grown used to.] The year was 1832, last I checked.

[He steps back, eyeing the other man intently and thoughtfully.] 1825. Where were you then? Just arrived in Paris, by my reckoning. Although-- [A pause, then he shakes his head once, abruptly. There's no guarantee this other Javert would have had the same experiences.]

OH MY GOD COME TO AX /reaches

[untamedantinous]

They do not stop. [That's about all you're getting out of him, Monsieur Spy. :|]

i'm the zaeed-mun at AX and i saw you guys app and my entire brain just went ;ALKSJFDA

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

[Oh look it's that revolutionary upstart fellow. FAINT SNEER]

So I've come to realize.

YES YES GOOD I am still waiting to hear back on my revisions

[untamedantinous]

Even after more than one viewing of the film, unfortunately. [He's -- a bit too resigned to this by now to do much more than sneer.]

/excited wriggling

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

I should think more than one viewing would only augment the feels.

Ace username and LOVE THE JAVIER. Also, I remember you, and welcome back. ;-)

[inseine]

In your mam'zelle's city currently? How familiar. I shan't hear the end of this.

I suffer a similar misfortune: Dragged from my peaceful retirement by a restless, blathering woman.

aaaa! ♥ finding photos of him with sideburns has been difficult but I WILL PREVAIL

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

[Another of him! This one, at least, looks a little more familiar--though that, if anything, only increases the unease he quickly hides.] Indeed? My condolences.

[Difficult to tell if this particular Javert is being facetious with his remark about retirement, such as it is. Timelines are tricky things. He thrusts his chin out, calculating a moment. Then:]

I should have thought my resignation was unarguably final.

I applaud you. I considered the same, but I am wayyyy too lazy. Sticking with Perkins, it is!

[inseine]

No question. I made certain of that. Which makes my disappointment all the greater.

[Hint caught and embraced. After his previous encounter with a Javert yielded no appreciation of his morbid, dark one-liners about drowned snuff... well, at least there are no explanations necessary this time. It elicits a pointed, knowing brow in his doppelganger's general direction. He raises his head--and his chin from his collar, subconsciously mirroring the motion--and regards him with an inscrutable, intent stare.

After a time, he frowns uncomfortably and folds his arms across his chest.]

I will tell you an idle eternity at rest is painfully dull. [In a mutter,] And maddening.

Perkins is a great choice! The closest any movie has ever gotten to my mental image of Javert, tbh.

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

[Javert meets the stare with one of his own. The effect is unsettling: the man in front of him both is and isn't him. It isn't that he has anything to hide--from himself least of all--but he's at a loss as to how to respond to this tacit acknowledgment.]

I cannot say I was expecting anything at all, afterward. That, at least, would be preferable to idleness.

you were the Javert at Damned?

[jeanlecric]

Good evening, Javert.

[His face is cool, composed, betraying nothing.]

yep, that was me!

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

You!

[The word is as abrupt and violent as it is involuntary. Javert's ramrod posture becomes suddenly tenser, if such a thing is even possible. His hands curl reflexively into fists, his jaw tightening.

How the devil did the man manage to sneak up on him? And here, of all places, where there is no convenient corner to disappear around, no alley to step into and draw his collar up to hide his face.

It should strike him as grimly amusing that he is the one trying to do the avoiding now--and it would, perhaps, for any other man--but at the moment he finds he cannot see the humor in it. He can only stare at Valjean with a strange mix of fury and annoyance stamped on his features, frozen--for the moment--in place.]

omg, I read your app years ago while RPing him myself. from what I recall, it was fantastic

[jeanlecric]

[Valjean's posture is entirely natural, with no hint of threat whatsoever. He is resigned to speaking with Javert for several reasons: one, his mun is making him do it (were it up to him, he would have avoided Javert altogether); two, even if Javert were to make a successful attempt at arrest (which is unlikely in this place) Valjean no longer fears it; and most importantly, there is the matter of the good Inspector's suicide.

We must recall that the police precinct deemed Inspector Javert insane, and Valjean agreed with the assessment. He is unsure of what to expect.]

I.

[lol what is small talk]

aaa thank you! I had no idea there were other Javert players back then. where did you play him?

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

[Despite Valjean's best efforts, his posture makes little difference to Javert. As far as the former inspector is concerned, the other man's mere presence is threat enough.

Impossible to categorize his thoughts at the moment. He should have expected it would happen at some point, especially in a place like this, but whenever the thought came up he avoided it as neatly as he wants to do now. And yet something--some tattered remnant of his pride, perhaps--prevents him from spinning on his heel and walking away, as much as he desperately wants to. It's probably his mun.

He stays frozen for a moment longer before he crosses his arms and thrusts his jaw forward almost belligerently.]

What do you want? [The words are almost growled, but behind the anger there's a bone-deep weariness. He's still using vous, and still totally unaware of the fact.]