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Javert seemed to be organizing things in a section of the Sensoriums. He had been speaking with Chaucer for some time about organizing a work session on period weaponry (Speaking being the most general term for the rather strange state of communications between the two men, who still weren't precisely friends, but were more or less civil, which was about as close to friendly as Javert was capable of being), and was now putting that idea into motion. There were polearms, pistols, longbows, and other forms of less-than-modern weaponry. The tall policeman was sectioning off practice areas, seemingly for each form of combat.
He straightened and surveyed the work done, looking rather smug and almost pleased with himself. There was also a gleam in his eye that he tended to acquire whenever he was about to make someone else's life very, very difficult.
He straightened and surveyed the work done, looking rather smug and almost pleased with himself. There was also a gleam in his eye that he tended to acquire whenever he was about to make someone else's life very, very difficult.