Danny -- 37

[phantomfenton]

Who: Danny, Javert, the police force, and tresspassers~
Where: Districts 1 and 5.
Style: Either
Status: Closed to the above

For an errand that was supposed to be simple, Danny's sure having a hard time completing it. Yes, the Inspector was all over the evacuated area, keeping an eye on everything at once. Yes, sometimes it appeared as though the man

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[scientize]

[While the woman was neither a trespasser or a member of the police force, Naomi had been recruited by the Chief Inspector himself to use her talents as a medic for the citizens who had been wounded in the crash. Though it was obvious those who had been beneath the castle had been immediately killed upon impact, the falling debris had scattered over a significant portion of Somni city, giving Naomi and the other doctors who were volunteering plenty of patients to tend to.

Danny, however, manages to catch Naomi's attention while she's on her brief break. She raises her eyes up to the boy from her own small snack. It isn't difficult to spot the paper bag she gave him earlier in his hand.]

Having trouble finding our dear Inspector?

[It's most likely easy for Danny to see how exhausted she's looking. Naomi's been at work since early Sunday morning, allowing herself only a few hours of much needed rest before returning to the field. Her clothes are a dirty, bloody mess and she's been leaning a little heavily onto the wall behind her

[phantomfenton]

*Although Danny is no stranger to blood, he finds himself avoiding looking at her soiled coat more than he absolutely has to. Instead he rolls his eyes, half-snorting.*

That's the understatement of the year. It's like every place I go, he leaves two seconds before I get there.

Have you seen him?

[scientize]

[She gets that a lot. Not a problem, Danny.]

Hm, I saw him an hour or so ago, but he's been prowling around all over the place. [She gestures towards the open path to his left.] I believe he went that way.

[phantomfenton]

*Follows the direction with his gaze, his half-grin becoming a grimace.*

Yeah, well, we'll see if I can catch him, this time.

*Instead of starting forward right away, Danny hesitates, turning back to Naomi. Now his eyes flicker down towards her coat.*

So, uh--you doing okay?

[perfektioniert]

[Though she had been hard at work with the rest of her men since the castle's crash, the short woman is looking just as pristine as always, whip in hand as she directs officers and fends off trespassers. When Danny wanders by, Franziska's icy gaze turns immediately on him, a gloved finger pointing out dramatically to him.]

Danny Fenton!

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[phantomfenton]

*One can almost hear a faint squeal of brakes as Danny freezes in his tracks, like a deer in headlights, or a thief caught in surprise spotlights.*

[phantomfenton]

*Turning towards her with the greatest of reluctance, Danny holds the bag a little behind himself.*

Uh... yeah?

[perfektioniert]

[Smirky smirk.]

Where are you off to in such a rush?

[chose_death]

[The reason why Javert appears to be missing is actually very simple.

The Inspector had intentionally concealed himself away.

He was still in the fifth district, certainly. In fact he had found himself a quiet alcove to himself not far off from the flock of police--and Naomi Hunter--busy with their work. He stands against a firm, undamaged wall, arms folded loosely across his chest, his head bowed as if in thought. His hat is drawn low enough to shield his face, and a pocket watch dangles loosely from his left hand. Apparently he has been checking it often.

If Naomi is exhausted, her worn appearance couldn't hold a candle to how Javert feels at the moment. Having been unable to afford himself more than an hours' worth of contiguous rest over the past several days, he has gotten into the habit of rewarding himself with small five-to-ten minute catnaps.

Lunch hour happens to be the time for one of those breaks.

Should someone decide to approach him, he would notice that the good Inspector is fitfully dozing away.]

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[paradoxfeline]

[Schrodinger wasn't one to listen to authority, especially over something as silly as an evacuation. Nor did he like being told he shouldn't be somewhere when he really wanted to be. So here he was walking around the evacuated area that was swarmed with police. And though he walked rebelliously down the streets, he had not come across one officer. Schrodinger was deeply disappointed by this. He was looking forward to a run in with the police,perhaps the interaction would entertain him for a bit. But fate brought him to a more interesting encounter

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[paradoxfeline]

[The cat boy drew closer coaxed by the sight he saw.Then he concluded, due to the obvious stillness of the Inspector and how unaffected the other was to his presence, that he was asleep. Schrodinger observed the sleeping man closely. This man seemed familiar. Even though some of his features were covered by his hat, the catboy still was able to piece things together. Schrodinger was also quick to recognize Javert's clothes and the stifling aura of no nonsense that surrounded this person.

The biggest grin appeared on Schrodinger's face as he realized the identity of the gentleman. The wheels in his head was turning and he was trembling with excitement.This was Inspector Javert! The Somarium boogieman for those who weren't law-abiding citizens. This was too good to be true.

The catboy composed himself as he placed his hands on his hips, standing straight and proud, following through with...] Well, well, well. What do we have here? The famous Inspector Javert,that I've heard so much about, is asleep on the job. What should I make of

[chose_death]

[Not even a beat has passed when a thick, tremendous hand darts out and grabs the catty boy by his collar. It is as if the slumbering man against that wall springs to life all at once: he raises his head, revealing a pair of bloodshot but alert, glittering eyes; his fearsome, strong hands draw out of his sleeves; his back straightens to reveal a confident, tall posture. The cat boy is drawn in close, Javert's cold gray eyes examining him as if he were a speck of dirt on his boot.]

That not all beasts sleep with both eyes closed.

[Apparently, the famous Inspector Javert is an incredibly light sleeper. Or his implication was that his eyes weren't closed at all... or that he possesses some special ability to keep one eye opened during rest. One can think any number of mystical assumptions of a gypsy, after all. With a deep grimace upon not recognizing the boy's face as one of his men or any of the authorized officials for the search and rescue efforts, he lifts his watch and checks the time. He murmurs with distraction,]This wretch cut

[resonancy]

[are there trespassers around? you bet. Maka was usually one to abide by orders, but that didn't mean she broke them once in a while, too. curiosity alone wasn't enough to bring her to cross such lines, but when it had to do with such an event like this, well... Maka wasn't the kind of girl to sit back and wait for the information to roll in. now that waves of people weren't being herded out of the areas-- leaving it eerily empty, she noticed-- it was easier to assess whatever damage had occurred. maybe, and hopefully, find something that would hint what caused all of this, too.

okay, she was a little concerned about her apartment, as well. she didn't expect it to have changed by any since she last left it, but it didn't hurt to check.

so here's Maka, darting up sidewalks in hopes that none of the authority figures are around. she isn't too worried; soul perception would tip her off if there were someone nearby, but Maka's fully aware she's still breaking some rules here. info or not, she didn't want to be labeled as a law breaker.]

[phantomfenton]

*There aren't really many faces to look at, here. In fact, there isn't really anyone at all. Danny turns in a slow circle outside the mostly-collapsed store, feeling his frustration spike, when he catches movement in the corner of one eye.*

Huh? ... Maka? *Uh, Danny, she's kind of across the street and well out of hearing range. If you actually expect her to notice that, you'll have to try harder.*

*Starts across the street after her.* Hey--hey MAKA!

[resonancy]

[upon hearing her name, Maka screeches to a halt; for a fraction of a second, she internally panics that she had been caught, until the wavelength she was picking up on was that of a familiar face's: Danny's. so she turns on her feet, relieved it wasn't anyone else, although the volume of his voice makes her raise a finger to her lips.]

-- Shh! Not so loud.

[...she couldn't sense anyone nearby, but better safe than sorry.]

[phantomfenton]

Oh! *Stage whispering now, lol.* Sorry. But what're you doing here?

*Reaches her side of the road, and his pace slows drastically.* I mean, not that I'm not happy to see you, but aren't you in a sort of 'police only' zone? *Lifted and crooked his fingers at those last words, seeming interested all the same.*

LOL I'M EDITING TO GO FIRST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE

[rise_to_caesar]

[A burly Akita bellows loudly at Danny's arrival, attracting the attention of its handler. Akihiko looks over to Danny, catching the errand boy as he makes his way out of the alley.]

Hey! Fenton! Come on, over here.

[Akihiko calls to the youth, motioning for him to come over. The Akita in the police vest stands its ground, legs tense as it stares at Danny, sensing something not quite right with the ghost boy.]

LOL XD XD XD

[phantomfenton]

*The boy looks up at the call, before nodding and changing direction.* Coming!

*As he approaches, he eyes the dog until his own expression has sunk into a tense, uncomfortable frown. Rather than go and slouch beside Akihiko, Danny stops a small distance away, as though intending to continue with his errand at any moment.*

Nice dog. You wanted to talk with me?

[rise_to_caesar]

[Akihiko makes a sharp whistle and snaps his fingers, the Akita sitting and then laying down by his feet. Its a bit less threatening now... Or would be, if that dog would just stop staring.]

Are you looking for the Inspector?

[phantomfenton]

*Tears his gaze away from the dog.*

Actually, yeah.

Do you know where he is?