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[chose_death]

[Javert was never very good at public addresses. He was not one to play politics. He was respectful to his superiors, but he was always in the habit of saying things as he saw them. He was never particularly good at holding his tongue

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[yoom_tah]

Oh, hiya! ♪ Are you the one in charge of the police here? ♪

[chose_death]

[Though Javert might have normally had very good reason to believe he was going mad, he has seen stranger in this world. Though, he must admit, a talking ... pink... marshmallow neared the top of that list.]

So it seems.

Under the charge of M. Edgeworth, make no mistake.

[yoom_tah]

...Friendly friend! ♪

I just wanted to know if you'd be interested in having an agreement with my guild? ♪ We're a bunch of explorers, but sometimes while explorers are... exploring, we run into hiding criminals. ♪ So we catch them and turn them into you, and in exchange you give us information on any criminals you're looking for so we can keep an eye out. ♪

It works really well back home! ♪

[chose_death]

[Well.

That was certainly the last thing Javert expected to hear coming from that creature's mouth, beginning very succinctly with Friendly. Javert knew he was many things, and Friendly was not among them. His lip twisted into a sour grimace.]

Then you are an organization of informers. Police-spies.

[He gives an outrageous snort and lapses into silence, his gaze intent. What is he to do with the yet-unconfirmed willing skill of a fluffed pink pillow? He tugged absently at a tuft of gray hair at his temple.]

No. You give us your information instead. [And he is dubious about this next part, lifting his head.] Do you know how to spot a criminal?

[boat_lights]

[He touches a finger to his lips.

How intriguing.]

I daresay a system of law enforcement within this strange land is long overdue. This is quite a refreshing change, indeed.

[chose_death]

[And now Vincent is subject to Javert's unsettling gaze; one which searches as much as it drills. He drawls laconically,]

An improvement, in the least.

[boat_lights]

[He smiles, unruffled.]

Indeed, it is. I do believe I will be at ease now in my sleep, knowing that such diligent people will be keeping watch over my loved ones.

[chose_death]

[Javert's gaze seems to glint and harden, as if he is attempting to discern whether this man truly meant what he said, or if he was subtly making sport of the Inspector. He raises a thick black brow. The prominent skeptic in him was more inclined to believe the latter. It was not often that men sang their praises of the police. Never occurred in his lifetime, as far as he was concerned.

He speaks in a cool, calm tone.]

Charmed.

Do you often kiss the boots of authority's agents?

[resonancy]

Missing person...? If someone disappears from here, they wake up back where they were last, don't they?

[chose_death]

[This, he half-mutters. Is it to Maka? Is it to himself? That assessment would remain with Maka.]

Only if they can awaken.

[resonancy]

[a pause, and she looks like she's thinking on this]

... What instance would there be that someone potentially couldn't?

[chose_death]

[A death rictus of a grin - humorless, unpleasant.]

How else?

[And he lapses into brief silence, the grin melting away. Javert was thoughtful, pensive. He lifted his head, casting a sharp gaze to Maka.]

You say you only fell asleep to arrive here? What else do you say about it?

[stole_bread]

[As if life couldn't become more confusing, the former convict's first experience with the Dreamberry just had to be on Javert's most recent video post. Staring down at the device, not even Fauchelevent could hide the expression of pure disbelief and befuddlement upon his face.

It is Javert in the tiny box.

Inside of the box.

The dead man has somehow gotten himself stuck in the container.

...How had he gotten so teensy?]

In French

[chose_death]

[There he was, Javert's favorite convict, right on his little device. He was, perhaps, the single man Javert had wanted to avoid in any world. Death had brought him no peace in the matter.

Speaking of which, Javert had long drawn the conclusion that the old man had joined him beyond the grave. Two apparitions locked in an unpredictable netherworld. Finally died, had he? Was it the very same night? How did time pass in Paris compared to the afterlife?

Javert was not certain whether to be satisfied that Valjean did not make it to his supposed Heaven or not. It was certainly unsurprising. Overcompensation does not erase one's crimes, it merely emphasizes the guilty conscience.

He gazed hollowly back at Valjean, his face gaunt. He pursed his lips tightly, a ghastly cross between a grimace and an empty grin. He spoke with this strange expression in a quick, snappy snarl, a testament to the considerable effort it took to open his mouth at all.]

You're letting the flies in.

In French

[stole_bread]

[Catching himself at the comment, the bewildered look on Fauchelevent's faded into an uneasy stare. Still, that did not answer the question. Had Javert's very soul been confined inside of the box? How long had he been there waiting for the man to see him.]

How are you materializing within this box?

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[chose_death]

[Javert snorted, his teeth still bared.]

The same as I view you in mine.

But if you want to think of me as your haunt, and you mine, [He makes a near-imperceptible gesture of his hand] by all means.

[gesangvoll]

Organization is a welcome change, I admit, but if I may ask, how do you plan on investigating the sheer amount of disappearances that occur here in Somarium with only five officers?

[chose_death]

[Javert lifts a thick, black eyebrow.]

They do not occur all at once. They occur singularly or in waves. That is manageable for a service of five.

[gesangvoll]

If you are certain you can handle such a task, then I shall say no more on this subject.