FRANZISKA VON KARMA ♦ [004]

[perfektioniert]

Who: Franziska and YOU!
Where: A random cafe in the Government District
Style: First
Status: Open Open Open

Comments

[scientize]

[Though Malik, Altair, and Ezio appear to be cut from the same cloth, Naomi would glare defensively and fiercely protest against Dastan being dragged along into that group. He is not an assassin, despite his close ties to the other men, and she fully doubts that he'd even be capable of such actions. Leading men into battle is completely different in her mind than deliberately seeking out a particular man to slaughter. That is why it's so easy for her to forget the actions of her family during the wars they were involved in for so long, but she can't ever bring herself to fully forgive Snake.

Despite the ease she's felt for most of this chat, the doctor's expression and tone turn slightly more serious, but only for a brief moment.] Just be careful.

[After her conversations with all three assassins, she is more concerned for Javert's well-being than ever. He may be one of the luckiest men she's ever met, but she also knows how much trouble he so carelessly makes for himself. Getting on the wrong side of one of these men could be his downfall.

At his question, her dark eyes drop down to the forgotten sandwich, her stomach feeling suddenly nauseated at the thought of food.] No, I'll pass.

[chose_death]

[Javert scoffs off Naomi's urge of caution.] Don't think I don't understand their villainy. Flashy acrobatics won't always win them the game.

[His imminent downfall likely or not, Inspector Javert is always one to tempt fate. Always. The more reckless the action, the higher the likelihood of him pulling through with it. It is as if he has close to zero regard for his own well-being.

--Which isn't exactly so far from the truth, after all. But besides, he does have an ace he can call upon at any time. He is not thoroughly alone in this battle this time.

Javert's frown deepens. He glances up to Naomi, then reaches over the table with one of his long, lanky arms and snatches the plate of egg salad sandwich. Congratulations, Naomi: you've been feeding him so much in the past few weeks that he could do with munching on an extra sandwich. He grunts,]

I will be a very obese police officer before you know it. Hand me Laredo's uniform while we are ahead.

[Commence the munching. Even if his penetrating stare picks up on her vague discomfort, he does not appear to give it much of a care.]

[scientize]

[She'd feel much prouder of her great accomplishment at getting the man to eat larger portions if his final statement hadn't brought a questioning frown to her lovely face.] Is that the man who's been sitting in front of my home for the last few months?

[Given his size, he wasn't very difficult to miss.]

[chose_death]

[Javert arches a brow and smirks a secret, mirthless smirk to the sandwich in front of him.]

Possibly.

[And one half of that sandwich is already gone.]

[scientize]

[She rolls her dark eyes back playfully, beaming again. Naomi knows better than to get upset or annoyed with these kind of answers. After all, when has he ever been straightforward with her? This is expected Javert.]

It didn't take long to assume you were involved, but I wish you would have told me. Officer or not, a woman does not want to catch a man spying on her creepily from his car just before dark.

[chose_death]

So you would prefer his womanly counterpart outside your window?

[Javert contemplates the remainder of that egg salad sandwich. To eat or not to eat?]

I instructed him to watch for the dark and terrible kinds. Strangers that don't belong. So long as he isn't gazing into your bedchamber he is within his assigned duties.

[scientize]

[She regards him seriously.] And if he is peeking in where he shouldn't be..?

[chose_death]

[Javert returns her serious gaze with a calm, indifferent stare, but there is a certain sharpness lingering under the surface. He bends forward and resists his chin in the palm of his hand.]

Answer me straight. Is he?

[scientize]

[The seriousness in her gaze melts away quickly, her eyes twinkling in amusement.]

No, I don't think he'd even be able to leave his station if he needed to. I hope he isn't the best you have.

[chose_death]

[Javert rolls his eyes and finally decides to push the remains of the sandwich away. Now he has his Perrier to contend with. He drinks.]

I don't assign my best to sit in a patrol car and devour pastries all day. With one eye on a home. But he is good enough for this task and little else.

[scientize]

[Shifting in her seat, the woman's legs cross as Javert shoves the plate of unwanted sandwich away. Still grinning, she leans forward towards him, her posture very relaxed. It isn't much of a change, but her body language should reveal just how comfortable she is just sitting here chatting normally with the man.]

What prompted you to give him such a boring task? Are you really that concerned that I'll get too deep into trouble?

[chose_death]

You are a magnet for it.

[Javert sets the water bottle down and folds his lanky arms across his chest.]

But don't flatter yourself so much. He was meant to send for me if our pretty arsonist came here for afternoon tea. Among other questionable figures. That was when I stationed him.

[scientize]

I'm a magnet for trouble? [Her smile turns into the smallest of pouts.] How? Name one thing that's happened in the last month to me.

[And just keep trying to justify your decision as much as you want, Javert. Naomi already is flattered. Immensely so.]

[chose_death]

[Javert arches a brow and slowly grimaces. He knows why so little has occurred to her in the past month: with the recent disaster, there was simply no time for her to make trouble for herself when she was too busy looking after the injured. He carefully chooses his words before responding.]

I will consider pulling his post if you last another few weeks. There are certainly other bakeries he may frequent instead.

[scientize]

[Consider? She doubts it.] I'll keep on my best behavior for you, then.

[She leans back into her seat again, pushing her empty mug towards the edge of the table, a silent cue for the waitress to pick it up.] Well, you look finished so I think it's about time I took off. Wouldn't want to keep you any longer than necessary. There's far too many criminals lurking around that you need to handcuff.

[chose_death]

[Javert gives a nearly imperceptible tilt of his head, his posture still straight, his arms still folded primly across his chest. The waitress returns to collect the polished-off dishes and drop off the check. The Inspector doesn't yet make a move for it.]

Off with you, then. [A typically curt farewell from Javert.] And don't forget to send for me if Laredo is out of line.