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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[wouldyoulikemyhat]

[This ducking and weaving grates on him; it is not in his nature to be evasive, and the other Javert must know that. But still he is utterly convinced, now more than ever, that his younger self must not know the details.

It's a curious thing, to hold all the cards and yet wish to discard them.]

All right, Inspector. [Again his voice is flat, mocking.] I'll play your game: I drowned. Surely your walking corpse could have told you that.

[order_and_light]

[He scoffs, exasperated.] Why will none of you be straightforward? Do you hit your head and drown unconscious in a gutter? Get drunk and fall into the Seine? Topple into a well?

[His alternates all have to know not saying anything is a temporary solution at best. Short of dying a criminal or betraying the law in some other way, what could require so much evasion?]

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

[The other's exasperation would be entertaining if Javert weren't himself tired of all these questions. It's not so confining as being on the wrong end of an interrogation, nor so irritating, but he finds it aggravating nonetheless.

It's well within his rights to walk away, but he doesn't like the thought of it. It feels too much like conceding defeat. He folds his arms, the amusement rapidly draining from his voice.]

Surely you have your suspicions as to why. I'll neither confirm nor deny them.

[The worst part is he can't quite decide whether he's trying to protect this younger version of himself or--well. God knows what the alternative is.]

[order_and_light]

We are consistent, if nothing else. The third of us uses the same defense.

[He's tried this line of questioning before, and it's led him to just this spot. Perhaps it's best to try asking others about his eventual fate, until he has more information to use to pin his alternates down.]

Very well. I have no claim on you beyond morbid curiosity. I'll ask no more. [Said in a light tone, for him. He doesn't expect his alternate to believe he's actually giving up, of course. They know one another too well for that.]


((OOC: Just finished up a thread where he figured out what happened from chose_death, so if these two meet in the future, mine will go .______. HE DOES NOT GET IT, why jump into the Seine :|))

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

[A sudden, sharp grin which holds no traces of humor.] Of course not.

((Yeeeees I've been stalking you guys! a;fdlkafj this is so great. ♥))

[order_and_light]

[He grins back, sharp and quick, a near-mirror of the other man's expression. As expected, they understand each other.] Until we meet again. Unless this place gives up on abducting me from the streets of Paris so regularly. [Multiverse. You are irritating.]


((It was a fun thread :3 My Javert thinks all you other Javerts are nuts. WHAT THE HELL, MAN. IF YOU DIE, YOU DIE FOR THE *LAW.* Not just for the hell of it.))