VIDEO ✍ 008 --> Lari's Return from Hiatus

[chose_death]

[The video opens to a blank white with a dim shadow at the left corners. It is a moving shadow. There is a faint, muffled rustling sound, and a black, fluid shape - a bedsheet - flutters. Now the indecipherable, severe mutterings of a man's voice can be heard

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[mudbloodhater]

With all due respect, I don't think that's very nice to declare of anyone. [ever the sweet, innocent troll.]

[chose_death]

Then I shall remind myself to say it away from your tender ears, [Javert retorts dryly. By now, he has already learned of the severe blunder of dropping his Dreamberry over the side of the bed. Of course the damn device would switch on and broadcast him at this most depraved and degraded predicament.

A chain clinks in the background, and the Inspector continues,]

I don't recall calling myself a genteel or gallant man.

[mudbloodhater]

I don't recall you calling yourself much, to be fair. [presence of chains duly noted, if not a tad odd.]

Being that you and I have had very few conversations in the past.

[chose_death]

Indeed! I'm aware that you have a marked preference for that wench-wife of mine.

[A snort, and another rattle. Javert's thick hand drops into view of the video feed, off the edge of the bed, but it is suspended at an awkward angle, his wrist above both his elbows and extended fingers.

... And what the hell is that fuzzy cuff around that wrist, spotted like a leopard?]

I will admit that she makes more pleasing company than me. Now I want to keep this short: Do you know where she is tucking herself away?

[mudbloodhater]

She's gorgeous; can you blame me, sir?

[snigger. Clearly she's also devious. Oh right, Draco knew that already.]

Probably her workplace, I would think.

[chose_death]

I can blame you, when it is another man's wife you're macking on, boy.

[Delivered with Javert's typical straight-laced, cold indifference. Though there is a brief pause, a contraction of surprise.]

--At which laboratories?

[mudbloodhater]

I'm 'macking' on no one's wife. I'm quite happily taken, in fact. [Draco is pointedly trying not to just laugh. It's not working very well.]

Merlin only knows. Have you tried ringing her up?

[chose_death]

Ah! A capital suggestion!

--If I could reach my device. I am stuck, apparently.

You will fetch her in my stead. Quickly.

[mudbloodhater]

[he barely keeps from laughing aloud, turning it into a cough.]

You're serious, aren't you?

[chose_death]

I am told I am a humorless kind of fellow. Hurry up! My alternative is less desirable and far too messy.

[mudbloodhater]

[Javert may notice that he's...actually moving now.]

And what's that, pray tell?

[chose_death]

[If Draco could actually glimpse Javert in the face through this feed, he would be fixed with something of a cross between half-lidded incredulity and condescension, all with a highly-arched brow.]

Splintered wood, a sore wrist and a yapping shrew, I think, [he mutters.] None of that, none of that! Come, boy, do I have your word?

[mudbloodhater]

Yes, sir. [an exasperated sigh.] I'll find her.

[chose_death]

There you go, there's a lad. I will wait here.

[Not that he CAN go anywhere...]

[mudbloodhater]

Do you have another option?

[ooc: shall we assume Draco got her or some such?]

[chose_death]

Only the less desirable one.

((ooc: Naomi is probably on her way out by the time Draco gets to her, but we can totally hand-wave that if you'd like. Maybe drop a note to Meygan about it?))