Javert ✍ 003

[chose_death]

Who: Inspector Javert, anyone who happens by
Where: A bridge somewhere in Somni
Style: Either
Status: Open like the Wind. The Inspector needs to be bothered today

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[chose_death]

[This is the second man in a very short interval that accused him of suicidal intent. If he stood there much longer, his hands just may freeze onto the damn parapet. Javert frowned.

In his previous world, not a single man would have had the gall or the mind to suggest such a thing. The reputation the Inspector had constructed for himself in Paris was a fearsome, towering thing indeed, and an infallible dog-tiger certainly couldn't have been in any danger of taking his own life.

No one would have stopped him, and he knew it. Not that it would have mattered much in the end, so long as Valjean didn't stick his nose where he wasn't wanted.

He cracked a grim smirk and made a calm, dry response.]

Not on your watch, it seems.

[Was he joking? It certainly seemed so, but it was difficult to tell.

Ever the vigilant spy, Javert raised his head when he heard the unfamiliar voice, his ransacking gaze latching on to Alec like a mosquito on flesh. Immediately he noticed the rune markings, and in quiet, quick glances he set about memorizing their shape and location...]

this is really late. sorry =(

[bottleblueyes]

[Shrugging, and maybe a little tense because he can kind of tell that you're looking at his Marks, and it makes him more than a little uncomfortable. Plus, he's trying to keep his shivering to a minimum.]

Great. So you just like talking to yourself then?