002 - Le jour de gloire est arrivé!

[bringme24601]

[Javert arrives on the Plane, entirely by accident, with his desk.

[He is not in a good mood.

[Is he ever?

[He slams his fists on his desk in frustrated anger.]

DAMN IT! How dare he make a fool of me? Of the law!? That man...

[He falls silent for a moment and closes his eyes in thought. He then opens them and immediately takes out a quill to

Comments

[coolestscythe]

[Lol holy shit. Soul is recently liberated from the Octopusese.]

Man...you really need to chill out sometimes. You're gonna give yourself a heart attack.

[bringme24601]

[Doesn't lift his head. He just keeps writing.]

My heart is strong and beats with constant regularity as it should. You need not concern yourself with my health, child.

[coolestscythe]

I'm not, really, but it would be kind of annoying if you just suddenly dropped dead here.

[bringme24601]

[His eyes shoot up at Soul]

Is that a threat, boy?

[lamb_of_gold]

Growing angry will solve little.

[bringme24601]

I know that, you strange man. Why do you think I am writing a letter? Now begone.

[lamb_of_gold]

Yet still you sit here and grow angry at nothing.

[bringme24601]

I will be at peace when this... villain is brought to justice.

[house_1_god_0]

Yes, how dare he? It's not like it's easy or anything.

{:| He's ready to hit you back this time, dude}

[bringme24601]

[He continues writing but then he places House's voice. He stops and raises his head.]

You!

[He rises and takes out his cudgel]

[house_1_god_0]

{Unnecessarily loudly,} Don't club me, bro!

{Then deadpan again} Seriously, what is it with you and beating cripples? Racist.

[bringme24601]

If you do not wish to feel pain, you would do well to come quietly. And no tricks this time. I don't care what state your leg might be in.

[ooc: that was hysterical]

[quickcleanpure]

[GR is standing a little ways behind him, mimicking his furious scribbling.]

[bringme24601]

[Too distracted to notice, unfortunately, unless you want to push it a little further...]

[quickcleanpure]

[He will! Finishing with a wide flourish, he leans over and half-whispers,] You tell 'em.

[bringme24601]

[Whips around violently in surprise.]

Oh. It's you. Away with you. I'm not in the mood to deal with your kind.

[chansondelamort]

{Oh boy, Monsieur Culture! Maybe he won't leave so quickly this time}

Goodness, there's no reason to be so upset, is there?

[bringme24601]

...This is nothing you should concern yourself with.

[chansondelamort]

Ne, maybe not, but it's curious to come to the Plane and be so loud and angry.

[bringme24601]

...It is preferable over being loud and angry in front of my men.