Homeless, voice-testing; perhaps heading to entranceway

[willbegone]

My dear mundane, I suspect that this is becoming a pattern with you.

Can you not leave me to my own devices? If you are determined to pursue this course of action and to ignore my wishes, then I suppose I must resign myself to the inevitable.

And yet I must make one more attempt. I do hope you will reconsider, even so.

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[horatiocaine]

Is there a problem here, sir? [Horatio's not going to stand for anyone to be held against their will.]

[willbegone]

No, there are no problems. I just would rather not have to be subjected to one of these games because of a fleeting idea that came to the mind of my writer.

[horatiocaine]

I see. [Horatio rests one hand on his belt near his badge clipped there.] What would be the alternative? [If it's non-existence, H would take the game, given the choice.]

[willbegone]

A long rest and peace. [He will not say that it is well-deserved, but it is what he desires most, and to have it interrupted... well, it does not sit well with him.]

[horatiocaine]

Life is hardly that quiet. Not this life, anyway.

[moreofalark]

I am sorry that they are making you go against your will. Still... it's not all that bad. I've made so many friends, Papa, and they're all so nice!

[willbegone]

Cosette, have you also been subjected to one of these games?

[He is most displeased by this piece of news.]

I am certain that there are many great people to be found there, but all the same, I would rather not go.

[moreofalark]

[ Cosette smiles, insisting. No displeased fathers on her watch.] Yes, but there is no need for you to worry. The only trouble I have encountered so far has been being separated from you. I understand your feelings, but I wish for you to be happy no matter the case.

[willbegone]

[Ah, seeing Cosette's smile is like a soothing balm to Valjean. He is glad that she is whole and seemingly well. And yet, there is a trace of a frown on his face.] I cannot help but worry, Cosette, when such plots are afoot.

shrieks

[dracobin]

[Have a large black dragon a little over twice the size of a draft horse, seated on his haunches and looking expectantly at Valjean.]

I told my mundane that as well, except a great deal less politely, but it made no difference; they do not listen, regardless of what one says, and our discomfort only seems to encourage them. Are you a very important sort of person? Only she has done nothing but make high-pitched noises ever since she saw your post, and it is beginning to hurt my ears.

[willbegone]

I knew before I began that she would not listen, although I still felt it necessary to make one final appeal to her sensibilities. She still remains determined to send me to one of these games.

I am no one of any particular importance, and I feel I must apologize for any discomfort you are experiencing because of your writer's reactions.

[dracobin]

Well, if you must go, I suppose you might at least ask to be set among friends, or family; they make the stay a great deal more tolerable. [A little sulkily: he has made friends, of course, but his formation, crew, and captain all remain in London at present.]

Oh, you need not apologise for my mundane, I am sure; only she gets these funny ideas in her head sometimes, and it never ends well for anyone. But I have quite forgotten my manners: my name is Temeraire, and might I ask yours?

[willbegone]

I am to be set among strangers, and I would prefer that. I do not wish for anyone else with whom I am acquainted to be subjected to this for the sake of my own comfort. [His greatest fear is that Cosette would join him there, and it troubles him that it is even a possibility.]

As does mine. Even now, she is beginning work upon a certain piece of writing that shall seal my fate. And I am Jean Valjean.

[dracobin]

I quite take your meaning, as I would certainly not wish anyone else to be dragged in against their will, but surely if they are there already, there is nothing to be done about it? In such a case, your presence might prove a comfort to them, instead.

That is a great pity, M. Valjean, and I wish I were able to do more than wish you luck, but I am sure you will need a great deal of it.

[willbegone]

Perhaps, but they are not there now, and with fortune, they shall never be there. If by unhappy chance they do come, then I will do my part to ease them into whatever may come.

I appreciate the sentiment all the same, M. Temeraire. [It does seem odd to refer to a dragon as Monsieur, but the niceties still should be observed.]

[poeticverses]

Sadly, monsieur, it is not likely that she will listen.

[willbegone]

I feared that it was so, and yet I still had to try.

[poeticverses]

As long as she sends you somewhere moderately pleasant, it should not be so bad. At least...most of the time. Every place here seems to have bad luck or worse.

[willbegone]

She tells me that the place I am destined for is known as Wonderland, although I doubt that it will be very wonderful. Recent events have seen objects falling from the sky, some of them with enough speed to create holes in the earth where a person once stood.

[poeticverses]

Suddenly my giant turtle does not sound so bad. Will you at least have company there?

[willbegone]

A giant turtle, you say? And I will be alone. But perhaps that is best.