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]

[esotericism]

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

[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.

[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]

[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.

OH MY GOD COME TO AX /reaches

[untamedantinous]

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

[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.]

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.

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.]

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

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

[esotericism]

I'm afraid I do have to agree, even though I'm very fond of mankind as a general rule! But honestly, if we don't see ourselves as tragic, I can't imagine why others would do us the disservice.

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

I thought as much. [Muttered to himself:] The respite was pleasant, while it lasted.

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

It has always seemed overindulgent to me--

[Hang on a tic, something about that first sentence didn't scan quite right.]

--very fond of mankind, you said.

[esotericism]

[ a nod. ] Yes, very. Since the beginning. Though I must admit that the time I've spent on earth hasn't always been pleasant.

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.]

/excited wriggling

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

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

I am actually enjoying it as well. But it is not helping my Javert out much!

[order_and_light]

[Maybe if his writer keeps dragging him into the multiverse where he is sans shaving kit he will be forced to try having them :|]

1832! [He steps back as well, quickly, with fear and misgiving in his eyes.] Again! Seven years still to come, and yet it follows me. [Those words are low, not enunciated clearly, seeming more to himself than to the other man. His eyes on his alternate narrow as he pushes the fear back into place.]

I've met one other, and he turned into a walking corpse before disappearing into the air.

/joins in

[untamedantinous]

It is a possibility. [A beat.] Are you to go to this....prison?

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.