Dream ✍ 007

Jan 18, 2011 18:49

Effects: Anger. Caution. A sense of trepidation. (Optional)
Warnings: None at all, really. :D Somewhat foreboding, I guess? Hints of the supernatural?

Cue a mouth. )

i loathe that persian, dream, ic, get your own mistress

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(The call is made in the morning, if that's alright.) ishikawa_juusan January 19 2011, 00:34:15 UTC
[After an hour of practicing kata in an effort to ease the burning shame that came in fleeing from the vicious "red-eyed oni" whom had attacked him, the young boy settles down and finds himself inevitably distracted by this dream of Javert's. He spends the next minute frowning at the screen uncomprehendingly - wasn't this dureimu-beri supposed to be like a telephone? - unaware that by cautiously poking a button, he has placed a call to the Inspector.]

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(Of course!) chose_death January 19 2011, 05:53:46 UTC
[Javert responds to this call almost immediately, recognizing the name on the caller ID as "That Madman Who Has Been Alluding The Authorities For Some Time." Despite his clipped, businesslike and cold manner, his eyes are darting about the feed like a hawk, absorbing every minute detail for a hint of where this man is hiding away.]

Are submitting your surrender?

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ishikawa_juusan January 19 2011, 07:04:53 UTC
[The kid starts at the sudden sound of Javert's voice, not having expected one of the hairy foreigners he just saw in the video to respond to him. How does everyone know how to contact him, he wonders? He sets aside the thought for a moment, his brow furrowing.]

Surrender...? [Goemon draws Zantetsuken closer to him, his expression sobering. But in spite of his attempt at adult-like composure, it's clear from his slightly sharpening breathing and the way he squeezes the sword's scabbard that he has come away rattled from his encounter with Wrath, and is especially wary of what any unfriendly-looking foreigner's intentions may be.] ...Why?

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Pretend there's a "YOU" in that tag up there... chose_death January 22 2011, 18:09:19 UTC
[Javert's stare sharpens, and his brow furrows to a deep trench. His voice is thick with cold suspicion.]

What the devil have you done to yourself? You are either a greater idiot than I imagined. Or...

[Javert grimaces fiercely. It is possible that Goemon is crafty enough intentionally chose to regress to escape the clutches of the law, but unlikely, from what the Inspector knows of him.

How he expects the boy to answer is unclear. In fact, it is a more appropriate question for the adult Goemon than a child. Javert lapses into contemplation, his gaze drifting low.]

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scientize January 19 2011, 01:32:58 UTC
[Naomi Hunter, the one person in Somarium who really should have viewed this dream first, somehow manages to sleep undisturbed through the calls that Javert receives immediately after the broadcast is made. She continues to snooze silently as the man eventually slips out of her bed and appears to be completely dead to the world even as he moves rather noiselessly around the room to prepare for the day ( ... )

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chose_death January 19 2011, 04:52:38 UTC
[When Javert's phone buzzes with a call from Naomi Hunter, the police Inspector gives little more than a bemused huff through his nose and a barely perceptible sardonic smirk. He has no doubts at all that the woman is calling to tease him about his recent... broadcast today, a wretched side-effect of his current lodgings in Somarium. It is no wonder, then, that he allows her to leave a message and sets his phone aside to concentrate on his investigative casework and emergency preparations inside ( ... )

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scientize January 20 2011, 01:35:11 UTC
I'm surprised that you discovered it was from Dastan.

[He may not be looking particularly infuriated with her at the moment, but that tense, rigid posture of his doesn't escape the woman's notice. He is just holding back his rage, as Javert always does. Even in strained situations like this, The Inspector has always had an amazing amount of self control. Naomi could never deny that.]

Well? [she asks quietly in response. Sorry, Javert, but a reply like that won't get too much of an answer out of her. Especially not when she is waiting for his real reaction.]

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chose_death January 20 2011, 03:09:32 UTC
[Naomi does not have very long to wait. There is a grim flash of teeth, his eyes rolling toward the ceiling.]

What a snake! I knew he was a damn idiot, but this is too much! Is he unable to keep his hands and riches where they are wanted and out of my affairs?

[His brief and acidic monologue ended, he swivels a positively rueful, disgruntled and twisted grimace on Naomi. It is not exactly rage that can be read there - not yet, anyway, as he has not seen the goods. Instead there is severe and utter disgust and disappointment.]

You assume I went out of my way to hunt for your holiday goodies. I did not. I hadn't discovered a thing, [hisses Javert at last. He rubs at the bridge of his nose in irritation.] You confessed it to me quite neatly on your own.

[He folds his arms across his chest and looks down at her imperiously.]

So? Let's see the damage! Show it here.

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chose_death January 19 2011, 03:58:58 UTC
[Javert casts Meryl a sharp, inscrutable gaze. At first there is a twinge of repulsed disbelief in his gaze, to recognize a girl with the gall and ignorance to say such things to a man of his dedication and stature. But as comprehension ticks along and the gears turn in his head, he takes on a blighted, feral grimace of a bristling, cornered wolf.]

Questions! [he hisses in a condescending undertone. He is a man accustomed to interrogating; he is not one to be interrogated.]

Are you finished lampooning me? [Javert scoffs, clearly affronted and annoyed.] You have not yet struck the heart! How much is it that you want to hear from me?

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chose_death January 22 2011, 18:41:54 UTC
Then you must be blind, [snarls Javert venomously. With every word he bends closer to the video feed.]

What you see here is a dream. Am I occasionally permitted some hours of rest? Or shall I prize my eyes open with a pair of wires and patrol the streets for every hour of each day?

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candidate_no_12 January 19 2011, 03:13:14 UTC
(At some point after Wrath has beaten up a child, landed a gash on a man trying to protect a chimera, and has gotten thrown out of the Phantomhive estate, Wrath is watching someone's dream, again out in the snow. He is unaware that the boy he had roughed up watched this same video shortly after engaging him.)

(He does not know whose dream this is. This dream is exceptionally methodical, divided into three parts with a transition between each, either a black screen, a white screen, or some other break-point. Wrath cannot help but marvel: the dreamer's dream progresses as if each scene is taken by a camera.)

(Wrath watched the subject of the dream pursue a quarry, and again as he was comfortable at home, a woman appears. Wrath surmises that there is affection between the subject and the woman. Normally he expects the dreamer to make himself known on the Dreamberry. But he only sees the dream.)

Just when I think I've figured this damned thing out...

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chose_death January 20 2011, 00:21:53 UTC
There is a simple solution to that, [comes the dry response from the 'subject' in question in a thick French accent. He is a foreboding, wolfish sort of man, the kind of being that looks just as tough as he promises to be in the flesh.]

Don't presume to 'figure' any damned thing out.

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candidate_no_12 January 20 2011, 03:49:57 UTC
(Wrath glimpses the wolfish man who appears onto the screen--indeed, he resembles a chimera. The accent is strange, and the Homunculus at first endeavors to make out the words, arching an eyebrow. He will continue to think of the man as a chimera until told otherwise. There is also formidable power emanating from the chimera. He decides that he respects this beast. On the other hand, Wrath takes the figure's brusque 'suggestion' to be an unwarranted assertion of authority.)

(Wrath frigidly narrows his eye at the figure, his angry frown creasing his face.)

You speak with quite a lot of authority for a chimera. Tell me, do you have the power to support such claims?

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chose_death January 21 2011, 03:57:29 UTC
[Javert is a man known for his admirable self-control. So when this rough stranger with a soldier's uniform and demeanor calls him a chimera of all things, the Inspector manages to maintain composure and cast the man a nonplussed, inscrutable, flat stare, his brow furrowed. It was not until recent history that he had even developed a vague sense of what the word 'chimera' means; he can dimly recall the term from his skim-through of Naomi Hunter's genetic texts (though how he managed to absorb that scientific rubbish is beyond him).

He grimaces perhaps the slightest bit, his head tilting perceptibly to one side, but he makes no move to correct the mistake. Let the stranger think what he pleases.]

I have made a suggestion, not a command. A suggestion does not require power. Even if I did possess it. [retorts Javert in his calm, cold, abrupt voice.] But any reasonable man should think the same when you have been here for as long as I have.

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phantomfenton January 19 2011, 05:06:27 UTC
*Daniel's brow is furrowed, and his mouth is curved down in careful thought. As has become typical of him, however, he doesn't outright state the question on his mind.*

Uh... Who's that guy?

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chose_death January 20 2011, 00:33:25 UTC
[Without missing a beat, Javert tersely responds,]

A rather forbidding fellow with a short temper. But they say he is just and somewhat equitable.

[He arches a brow, inscrutable and impassive.]

I had thought you would be able to recognize me after so many months.

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phantomfenton January 20 2011, 02:07:56 UTC
*Can't help but snort, even if the amusement is fleeting.*

No, I meant the other guy.

Trust me, Javert, you're impossible to forget.

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chose_death January 20 2011, 05:41:46 UTC
You flatter me, [clips Javert tersely with a low snort through his nose.] I am just about as memorable as a particularly resilient cockroach. The earth will keep turning without a memory of me.

[He smirks grimly. There is no humor in his face.]

As for that fellow? [He drops his eyelids, smirk melting into a grimace. He rattles off in his typical abrupt, swiftly strung-together sentences,] Mud on my boots with an intellect like a buffoon's. He is not very clever. But he has almost enough strength and speed to compensate. And I will tell you one more fun little fact--

[Javert lifts a severe, soul-reading gaze to Danny. He commands very slowly,]

He is entirely not worth your time.

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