Dream ✍ 007

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

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[chose_death]

[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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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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[What Meryl does not seem to understand is the extent to which Javert operates in the dark. This is something he would hate to admit he has in common with the criminals he hunts. His plans to ensnare criminals and complete investigations normally go with little word or explanation to his officers. He instructs teams of men to accomplish small tasks for him without giving them a hint of the larger reason for it