Aliunde Voice Mail

[chose_death]

[The following is a pre-set voice mail, with Javert's voice coming in to speak his name only:]

Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system.

Javert is not available. Please leave your name and number after the tone, or press 1 for more options. To leave a callback number, press 5.

[BEEP!!!]

Comments

[trickster_mk2]

Snookums, thank you for the candies. You know I love presents and I'll make it worth your while tonight, [There's a breathy almost-giggle then] I promise.

Kisses for you and the little ones. Make sure they're in bed before I get home.

End of Message

[trickster_mk2]

Sweetie, it's just me again.

Will you remember to pick up more whipped cream? I think we finished it off last time.

Thank you honey. MuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaahhHHHH!

End of Message

[trickster_mk2]

Honey-bunny, I'm so sorry. Something's come up at work. Me and the girls are going on a bit of a knees-up-drown-your-sorrows sort of evening.

I promise to be home before midnight.

Yes, don't talk to strangers. Don't dance with any other ridiculously tall hairy handsome ex-police officers.

You can heat yourself up something from the fridge can't you? Call me.

End of Message

[chose_death]

TEXT

Monseigneur Archangel --

When attempting to pose as my wife, do remember that my hours fall from precisely eight o'clock in the evening to four o'clock in the am and a return time of roughly midnight is of no consequence to me.

Also recall that my wife has no female friends. What a ridiculous notion!

-J

[trickster_mk2]

TEXT

YOU HAVE A WIFE JAVERT?

I should have known. Mother told me to avoid men like you. You're all the same! Well when you come back at whatever-time from seeing your wife or some other strumpet, well, me and the children will be gone, Javert.

Gone.

And you only have yourself to blame.

A few minutes later...

I am filing for custody of the hat

[scientize]

[Action / Backdated to June 13th]

[It isn't too long after five o'clock in the evening when Naomi Hunter finally returns home after yet another long day of difficult work at the hospital. As much as she is thriving by being her element again after so long a break, there are times when the woman needs to sit down and catch her breath. Her health may have turned around for the positive since her unpleasant death four months previous, but there was still a weakness within her that occasionally sprung up. A hint of fragility within her bones that the woman just couldn't completely shake.

Which was precisely why the doctor was smiling as she stepped into the tiny apartment she now shared with her husband. A nice dinner and a few hours spent together before he headed off to work would keep her spirits high. Or at least that was what she was expecting to happen, but the small, hastily written note she found on the fridge seemed to imply otherwise

[chose_death]

[Javert is not to return until nearly half-past six in the evening.

He slips almost silently back into the apartment, a light feather touch pushing the door gently closed. His first task is to duck into their small kitchen. He unloads his pockets, setting first a pint-sized bag on the counter, then his keys and a long, slender package a little under half his height. He helps himself to a glass and sets about filling up on water from the tap when he spots the note he left for Naomi on the fridge. The furrow between his brows deepens to a chasm.

Well, it smells like a dinner was prepared. The scent still lingers in the kitchen. Yet the apartment is quiet.

Javert tears the note off the fridge and tosses it into the trash, moving next to the bedroom and poking his head inside.]

Are you awake in there? [Typical. No immediate explanation for his lengthy absence.] Did you wait long? I've come in now.

[scientize]

[When Javert finally peeks into the bedroom, he'll find his wife lounging comfortably in bed, wet hair tied up in a messy bun and a thin novel in hand. The book is forgotten immediately, her attention all on him. Though Naomi doesn't leap out of bed to frolic lovingly into his sweet embrace, the woman does straighten at his presence, bare feet tucking under her legs.

Even if she's told herself not to be concerned with that brief absence, Javert would be able to read the worry on her face easily.]

There you are. I was starting to wonder. [And just a bit too casually,] What kept you?

[chose_death]

[Javert, normally so calm and composed and collected - especially in his wife's presence - looks rather the worse for wear, at a glance. He is haggard and grey in the face, the water returning to him a living and breathing healthful flush. Javert possesses an exceptional level of self-control, but when an emotion is severe enough to render his soul to twisted pieces, it is impossible for him to hide its vestiges from his face. Whatever it is that has happened to him, though, has clearly passed; there is a lingering air of resoluteness about him.]

A walk, [he says with a low sigh.] I left a note. My head's been knotted up all afternoon. [Take that as you will, Naomi. It could mean that he's simply been suffering from a headache, or it could mean something else entirely.] I stopped at a few shops on the way. Picked up some things that we have missed. My first paycheck covered them, so don't worry about your own wallet.