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.]

[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.

[order_and_light]

[He nods—or at least inclines his head slightly.] The wretched man thinks lawbreaking buys him authority. I think my tyrant's mind works in too similar a way.

Dredd says :|

[superiorsacrifice]

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

[Nope] That bad huh?

[idkworldruler]

Why is a Frenchman using the term "Waterloo"?

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.]

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?

[order_and_light]

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

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.

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!))

Hell, I think modern-day drug crime would make him go MAN. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS.

[order_and_light]

[He frowns, clearly disapproving, despite the all-important words 'law' and 'judge.']

2016. Your native year?

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'm thinking of that comic strip. lol. "not paying rent is bad, burn it down"

[superiorsacrifice]

No sir. 2064.

Why? [She's just going to eyebrow raise at the frown]

/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.

[idkworldruler]

I always thought it was taboo for the Frenchies.

[order_and_light]

[Just. Glares.]

[idkworldruler]

[Is unfazed! Instead he just keeps trollin'.]

...I'm right?

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.

EXCUSEZ-MOI HIS HAIR IS LOVELY. Them's fighting words!

[notportly]

(ooc: Yes!! I checked it myself after I saw the film (couldn't unsee Inspector Aubreyvert) and have been waiting for a Javert to harass tag since.)

[Now, that much is enough cause to sass right back. Jack raises an eyebrow.]

And you the ill luck of a Frenchman. Fine food--quite tolerable bread, I've found--but hardly much else. Particularly in the case of manners.

He will fight you for your sideburns, which all the other Javerts think he needs.

[order_and_light]

((Inspector Aubreyvert would be a much friendlier fellow. I'm pleased to be harassed!))

[Javert ruffles not at all at the insult. The man is English. What else could he expect from him?] Manners are little help in guarding the public peace. Or, it would seem, in captaining a ship.

I am Javert, police inspector in the capital, year 1824. [Failing to identify which capital is deliberate. London, pfft, not a capital.]