homeless, casually fishing

[order_and_light]

I have no wish to go anywhere. No desire to sprout wings, fall prisoner, turn into an animal, cheat death by uncanny means, talk to idiots I have no interest in for no purpose, or do any of the thousand other absurd things you tell me are customary.

My work is customary. I have it, and you have Waterloo. Waste your time reading about mud and 'merde' and the dimensions of doorways. The less time you have, the better off me.

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I WISH I PLAYED DREDD SO THEY COULD MEET, but instead Cassandra.

[superiorsacrifice]

Waterloo sir? I hope your writer doesn't have waterloo.

Javert would go holy shit. He prefers to just--stare intently at criminals. Not fight with them.

[order_and_light]

I hope she does. It would keep her distracted. [No point in correcting the assumption—he's not interested in discussing history and politics.]

Dredd says :|

[superiorsacrifice]

...You're...seriously going to wish the biggest defeat in...

[Nope] That bad huh?

Javert says :| back. WHY SO HEAVILY ARMED.

[order_and_light]

Yes, 'that bad.' I'm here speaking with whomever you are rather than going about my work. [His tone says he could care less who this young woman is. Though it's odd that she's a woman and—]

You're armed?

I'm picturing Javert in mega-city one and just "SO MUCH CRIME V.V"

[superiorsacrifice]

[Cassandra isn't going to bother with a mind probe. When someone's as...harsh as this guy is...]

Yes. Lawgiver 2016 issue? Standard for any judge. [She puts a hand on her hip] It's a long...and unusual story.

[nagant]

Yeah, well, sad to say, but you don't got much of a choice in the matter. Mun says jump, you jump. Simple as that.

[Tact? What's that?]

[order_and_light]

I would jump and jump gladly if her authority came from more than thin air.

[nagant]

They can make you stop existing. How much more authority c'n you get?

[order_and_light]

A drunk with a knife can do as much. Power is not authority.

[nagant]

...Y' got a point with that one. All it takes is one sop-drunk with a knife or one cutpurse around the corner.

[idkworldruler]

Why is a Frenchman using the term "Waterloo"?

[order_and_light]

Is there a ban on the word? Are we Bonapartists here?

[idkworldruler]

I always thought it was taboo for the Frenchies.

[order_and_light]

[Just. Glares.]

i'm so sorry (actually no i'm not)

[notportly]

[Look, it's a guy with a hat only slightly less cool than Jack's!]

These mundanes are a stubborn lot; your complains will only fall upon deaf ears, I'm afraid.

[...It's like looking into a mirror. Jack regards Javert curiously.]

A+ Time to break out the weevil puns!

[order_and_light]

Another— [He breaks off his exasperated exclamations—not another one of him!—as he takes a closer look at Jack.] No, I'm mistaken. [He stares at the other man intently. All of the alternates he's met have had faces different than his but still this odd resonance, the sense of recognition. Here, he recognizes only the face.]

I know your face, but not your name. Who are you? [His voice is harsh. Why in the world would someone who isn't him look like him?]


((OOC: Javert loves his hats, man. A hat duel it is!))

it's the LEAST I can do x)

[notportly]

[Jack's been around this place longer than Javert; multiples do not phase him nearly as much, strange though they are. But he may as well be polite. Save for his confusion, he's done nothing to warrant rudeness back.]

It is a most curious phenomenon, eh? You will encounter far stranger, should your mundane keep you about. [Jack cracks a slight smile, then straightens for his introduction.]

Captain Jack Aubrey, of the Royal Navy, monsieur. And yourself?

I forgot how long his hair was in that film. Javert says YOU ARE UNKEMPT SIR.

[order_and_light]

((OOC: Well, hey, just checked the dates and they are contemporaries. Though I think Javert was younger than Jack in the '00s.))

I have encountered at least as strange already. If this continues, I expect to meet Charles X with my face, or Vidocq, or even that blackguard Valjean.

[Javert's already cold manner chills even further.] From your title and your voice, you have the misfortune of being English.

/gets angry at DW for not using the icon she selected

[inseine]

I argue that cheating death is customary. You are a police officer. That makes you intimately familiar with the ins and outs of avoiding violent death by back-alley ambush.

[Here lies a familiar face, with a familiar bearing and a shockingly bored tone of voice. He brandishes his police cane like a walking stick, eyes searching skyward as if he were sending a prayer to the heavens.

Which we all know he isn't. Certainly not. He mustn't be.]

However it is beyond me why you would ever sprout wings, be them leathery or covered with inappropriately fluffy down.

DON'T MAKE HIM GLARE AT YOU STERNLY GHOST B|

[order_and_light]

[OHSHIT IT'S YOU AGAIN. He jumps. Visibly jumps.]

You! Keep back!

[He takes the lay of the land around him. Open. Good. He can keep some distance between himself and the phantom.]

Re: DON'T MAKE HIM GLARE AT YOU STERNLY GHOST B|

[inseine]

[Javert lowers his owlish, unbothered scrutiny to the man before him. He raises a black brow - as if to say, what's bitten your rear today?]

That is appropriate, [he murmurs distantly, absorbed in his scrutiny. To what is he referring? The command for physical distance between them, or the younger's evident fear and uncertainty -- fear of his own possible future? He inclines his head once in a sharp, short nod accompanied by a wry, ghostly grin.]

Keep your wits. Why on Earth would I possibly harm you? And what could I accomplish? The most you'll receive is a ruined day. Which, you will notice, your woman has already done for me. Your alarm is unnecessary.

That is a rather fabulous glare in that icon

[order_and_light]

Neither you nor I know what they might do or when, so I'll keep some alarm. [He settles down visibly, though he keeps the distance between them—and keeps a very close eye on the other man.] Red blood and breathing again! Not a catch in your voice. It's a remarkable transformation.

[One that it would be a pleasure to imagine there was a mechanism behind—something practical. There's no comfort to be had in knowing this place might deal in fantasies, but not tricks.]

[antinouswild]

It's you again.

Ah.

Well, for the first time you're not wrong about something. You don't want to be in a 'game.'

Sadly the worst mine gets the more this woman seems to take pleasure in it. I understand that this is customary.

[order_and_light]

I would welcome some order greater than this—madhouse. But not at the expense of becoming a toy for her to dishearten and embarrass. [He would endure wings or turning into a kitten or being experimented on, see if he wouldn't, but he would not approve of it.]

[antinouswild]

Old man, you don't know the half of it. Believe me. You have no idea how it can get.

She calls what she did to me irony. Imagine.