[VOICE with a splash image] --> The Jailhouse Night Club

[chose_death]

[A splash image appears at the start of the following announcement. The image is of a stylized male in an orange jumpsuit and ball-and-chain, kneeling before a provocatively-dressed female security guard. She is fashioned to be the equivalent of a whorish pin-up, her rounded buttocks curved, her breasts pushed out for the delight of the prisoner.

Comments

[givemenames]

Such things are worthy of being discussed and advertised to the general public?

[1191 morals go!]

[[ooc: pretend I'm not forever late.]]

[chose_death]

Assuming this is TEXT

[Javert bats an eye at the caller ID for this message. Does Altaïr even know to whom he is speaking? It is some time before he grants this assassin a response.]

I make the announcement when my superiors ask it. There is nothing barring a legitimate, tax-paying business from posting an advertisement.

[givemenames]

text forever to Javert so he cannot see where the assassin and bird are lurking

[One day he will learn filters. But he lived without them in Somarium and he might live without them here.]

Even when there may be children who might hear such things? It is hardly seemly, you seemed a man with more bearing.

[chose_death]

What I think of it has little bearing. I answer to management. If I am to get my paycheck, I must follow their direction.

[That is not to say Javert would not tender a resignation if he were ordered to do something he absolutely staunchly disagreed with. This particular... ah, recitation was framed to him as a joke in poor taste, unfortunately. He adds to his initial message to elaborate,]

It is the parents' responsibility to keep their children out of earshot of such things, not mine.

[givemenames]

So you follow blindly.

[It's a good thing this one has no nightclub plans but he'll need to figure out exactly where everything is - a lot of his jaunts across the rooftops happen at night in some places, he doesn't want to repeat another run in with Javert until he knows more.]

Do you not worry for the safety of others when you advertise such things? About the type you might attract to such a den of iniquity.

[He doesn't know Javert but from their first 'meeting' he had a distinct impression. This does not mesh well with what he thought.]

[chose_death]

If I had thought my words - a simple advertisement! - endangered any honest people here, I would have tendered my resignation and left immediately. Besides that, it is indeed my duty to throw out anyone that fits the 'type' you are speaking of! You assume I would allow them past my watch!

[There it is, an outburst, fueled by a moment of wrath. About a minute later comes a second message.]

I am not interested in argument with the likes of you. I do not care to justify anything to murderers.

[givemenames]

It was not legal to advertise what sounds close to a house of ill repute in my time, all of this sounds dangerously close to such a thing. It is reassuring to know that there is one who does care about the people here unlike the Head Doctor and her ilk.

[Javert can choose if he believes that or not but Altaïr is pleased to know that there are those who do care about the common people when guards are the ones who abuse their power in his time and place. Something to remember then, there will be many notes about Javert in the notes he keeps stashed away in a corner of the den where no one else will find them.]

Would you call a soldier a murderer? There are those who kill for a cause as there are men who must die to ensure the safety of the many.

[chose_death]

I know a soldier when I see one. You operate in the shadows! You are not any soldier I recognize! For what country do you say you fight?

And you would do well to remember that I do not work for a whorehouse. That is not my 'scene.' Let the law men handle them; I am not certain if whores are a legal commodity in this city.

[givemenames]

There are some who cannot work in the open, there are things that must be done behind the scenes. I fight for people, for every man, woman and child so that they might know peace in all things and always have the freedom to choose their path. [After all, it technically is a war but the less he lets on about how there was a war actively going on in his time the better.]

What are you then if you are not whatever guard or law man [note to self: learn modern words for guards] within Aliunde?

[chose_death]

What am I? Nothing as significant as you imagine. I am a simple security personnel for a private business. That is all.

[givemenames]

No simple man would know of who I am and more importantly what I am. If you knew of me from some other place, you must have been a man of note.

[chose_death]

You are a crafty one, aren't you? Quiet and crafty! It is no wonder you are a dangerous man.

It is an interesting observation, but meaningless in this city.

[givemenames]

I am dangerous to few in this world but I know well how to listen and read all things.

I feel that were I to approach you to discuss any sort of matter you would not be amenable to it given that you think I am a killer, a rabid dog with no master to bring him to heel. How you know me may be important when collectively we know so little of the Head Doctor who brought us to Aliunde.

[chose_death]

Oh, put that quick brain to work and perish the sheep-in-wolf's-clothing play, will you? You once were the slippery thing to elude me for weeks, and here you come to beg my audience directly!

Why are you chatting with me today, Altaïr? Do you hope to pander to me? Get on my good graces? With only your word to say you are a changed man? That you swear not to have committed a single murder since you popped up in Aliunde? I have heard better arguments than that from other dangerous men over the past thirty years.

[givemenames]

I beg for nothing; there is no recollection on my end of any prior experience with you save for the fact that you caught my eye when our paths first crossed that day where you made it clear not to follow. I have not followed or made any attempt to. Is it so wrong for a man to know what transgressions he has made?

I hope for little. Hope is a fleeting thing best reserved to inspire something in a person when all the world seems truly dark about them or to remind us of our purpose when we forget why it is that we do what we do. [Javert this is most than he says in a week to most people, sadly you will not feel honoured by Altaïr's display of uncharacteristic loquaciousness.] I can swear that my hand and blade have been stayed since I arrived at Aliunde though it will do little to put at ease a mind such as yours or provide any form of reassurance. I am changed but unless you knew the man I was a year ago then it will mean little. I merely wish to stand upon even ground and to assure you that I am not some monster who dreams of

[chose_death]

You have said your piece, and I have heard you. You are an intelligent fellow, not illiterate, and you write well. It does not follow that I am, as you requested from me, 'reassured;' what it means is that you are even craftier than I imagined. I am not a complete dawdling idiot.

However it remains that I claim no authority here. You are getting your chance, however undeserved it is. The good graces are on your side, to begin here with a clean slate!

Keep to the right side of the law and may we never run headfirst into each other like a pair of charging rhinos.