Do not forget my name!

Affiliated with Citta Alveare. Housing: J-3 (I will apprehend the vermin that dwells within this sector.) Weapon: Wooden Sword

[chasing24601]

oresteajeun started following you

[marblesque]

Enjolras felt the air still around him. Something wasn’t right. It wasn’t possible for him to deny his own passing, but there was absolutely no way that Javert should have known about it. The inspector died several hours before he did. Unless Javert somehow managed to escape… The revolutionary had no reason to doubt that older volunteer—he saved his life after all—but now he was beginning to feel the pull of suspicion. 

"What makes you say that?" His words were laced with care. Though he was edging on the lines of skepticism, Enjolras made an effort in keeping his marble poise. 

[chasing24601]

The atmosphere grows thick as the awkwardness of this situation becomes more obvious.Both parties were supposed to be dead, yet both are very much alive. Seemingly so, anyway.

"I say that because I saw your bloodied body lying limp in the streets. I heard tales of your execution, of your corpse dangling from the window."

His eyes narrow as he studies the revolutionary before him. No doubt he believed Javert to also be dead. He had no reason to mistrust Valjean. Not as Javert had come to mistrust him. Although, the events that transpired were a surprise to him as well.

[inlucisco]

[ "feels like 'home'" // ca open ]

[inlucisco]

[ She did not speak, nor interrupt, and listened to all that Javert had to say. 

Dorothy watched carefully at his movement upon the ledge, yet did not bat an eye when he turned on his heel, and was more curious at him straightening his attire. It was fine, in her opinion. 

However, it was a few moments after he finished his explanation, until Dorothy replied to Javert. ]

"I.. See.."

[ Yet, she did not — Not fully. The talk of God and religion that Javert spoke of sounded like a foreign language not in her memory disc. Of course, she was aware of the religion he spoke of and its basic principles, but to apply it to real life was difficult to Dorothy, and understandably so. She herself was created by man, by science. How could she, an android, hope to understand the talk of religion? ]

"I am afraid I do not understand. I do not understand your ‘God’."

[ Now, she turned to face him, and looked right at him, or perhaps through him, and waited for an answer. ]

[chasing24601]

The whole situation is perplexing to Javert. The things this woman seems to understand and not understand are all backwards. It's as if she lives in a country that has disregarded religion and focused on... trivial facts such as what the stars consist of. If only he could convince her to focus more on salvation, so that she may be... well, saved. For, at the moment, it seems she won't be.

"Do you, though?"

Her blindness and lack of understanding of the Heavenly Father is troubling. He considers taking her to see a church. Surely there is one here somewhere. And surely a clergyman would have more luck explaining the details than him.

"I would suggest finding your way to a place of worship. A church would surely be useful should you want to save your immortal soul. I pity you should you choose not to, however. Hell's fire is not kind to even the purest nonbelievers."

[infinitesse-deactivated20140421]

    —A horse? Carriage…? Gosh, he really is old-fashioned ─ and not just in his speech. Much the same had existed in her own time, granted (though this was only in novels, as far as she knew); since arriving, she’s grown rather accustomed to the modes of transport most commonly used here: the trains, of course, the taxis, even though she has yet to ride them… Still, by no means can she blame him for anything here, because he can only know what he’s known of his previous world - France - for the time being ─ he’s only just arrived, after all; he might grow accustomed to these more modern methods in due time, as she has done, but for now, the knowledge of transport he’s had prior to the city will have to suffice.

    "I haven’t seen any carriages myself, I’m sorry to say ─ no horses either." (By this, she seems genuinely upset, if only momentarily.) “I mean, there are trains and ta…xis, yeah, you can use to travel from Sector to Sector, but I don’t know about horses or carriages myself." The girl laughs faintly, sheepishly, as she shrugs her shoulders again in defeat. “Again, I’m sorry. You might be better off asking someone who’s been here longer than me."

[chasing24601]

Javert is completely unaware of what those methods of transportation are. As stated before, trains were only just in their early conceptual stages—hardly the ever-present objects that they are in Europe as of late—and 'taxi' is not the word used to describe what would be most similar in his world. He's familiar with horse drawn carriages driven by men for hire, however. Cabs, they call those, or fiacres. But taxis won't be used for a few years in the future, so Javert is left struggling in naïvety.

"I am confused. If there are neither horses nor carriages here, how is one to travel great distances? Am I expected to walk the distance between sectors?"

Could it be these 'trains' and 'taxis' were words used to describe what passes as a horse and carriage here? It is possible. Javert may be unfamiliar with the terminology—if there is a train-pulled taxi transporting citizens upon these smooth roads... yes, that makes some sense.

[chivalrousxhybrid-deactivated20]

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

[detectivesweettooth-deactivated]

"I suppose you’ve proven your point, however.." 

"This is photographic evidence that you have lied before in the name of justice. While you may claim to be an officer of the law, a true officer would never lie, no matter the circumstances. As you can see, I simply cannot trust such information with a liar, with the law or not. I never said that I was looking for information regarding illegal actions, although that is a good thing to look out for. If, by chance, I do come across an enemy of the law, I will definitely come to you."

"And for the record, I happen to be the greatest detective of my time."  

[chasing24601]

"Alas! Monsieur! You saw through my disguise! I must admit that it is true. I lied! Sometimes I go undercover, true; But I think your perception is skewed! Sometimes I must be anonymous So that the lawbreaker I won't miss.

I foooooollow the laaaaaw!"

"There's no broken laws with that! All I did was wear a hat! I just merely wore a cap And they fell right in my trap!"

Well, no they didn't. But that doesn't matter here.

[bobbyfraser-blog]

[chasing24601]

oresteajeun started following you

[marblesque]

Feeling the weight of someone’s stare at the back of his head, Enjolras turned around and was greeted with a familiar—albeit sour—face. A flash of confusion crossed his eyes. He was sure that the older volunteer had done away with Javert. The bewilderment was short-lived, however, once Enjolras remembered that he himself had already met his demise. He supposed that it wasn’t uncommon for the deceased to be roaming around the streets of Hive City.

"Well, now. Inspector, I can’t say that it’s a pleasure to see you again."

[chasing24601]

It is all incredibly confusing. Is Javert living in the afterlife with the criminals and sinners? It is true that his final act was an unforgivable sin, but his life was essentially pristine. Could his God be that unforgiving to thrust him with the very people he swore to apprehend in life, simply for an act of desperation after having his entire perspective shattered?

He could be, and likely is. After all, the words of the Lord are clear, and Javert knows as well as the next man that the law is the law, be it in government or in scripture.

"Nor I you, Pied Piper. I was sure you were dead."

[enflamme-blog]

worlds away { open/intro }

[enflamme-blog]

Listening to the officer’s scathing denouncments of himself, the cause, and by extension his friends, Marius felt his stomach knotting with increasing anger. It crossed his mind that only a year ago, he would have shrunk away from the accusations and complied obediently. A moment later, it occurred to him that he was about to do just the opposite, which thrilled him a little.

"The only traitorous one I see here is you, Inspector; your ideals and the regime you revere and follow blindly like little more than a dog are a disgrace to the concept of justice you venerate so."

Marius was surprised that the words came to him so freely. He would not lie that for a long while he had shown little interest in the cause they had been fighting for, and impassioned political speeches never were and likely never would be his strong point. Even now, he doubted his passions regarding the matter would ever be as inflamed as they had been in his brothers — but what they had done was for the purpose of helping the people, that much he believed in resolutely. It disgusted him that Javert would vilify their actions so easily.

"You are quick to throw around accusations, Inspector, but what modicum of privilege and power do you possess here, truly? If it is true that we have died, and it is our souls that are in conversation at this moment, then that means that in this place you are no more an officer of the law than I am a student of it."

He took a few steps back from Javert, his heart very seriously threatening to leave his body via his throat.

"Nobody was harmed, this incident was entirely accidental. I will not go with you."

[chasing24601]

The fact that this child is criticizing the ideals over which Javert has pondered his entire life annoys him. It seems that college students are always the wisest of the wise, having completely figured out life despite their obvious lack of experience living it. It is even more infuriating that the person lecturing him was involved in the failed revolution, as it was obvious that those children did not have it all figured out. To throw away one's life for something so trivial and so incredibly futile proves that the dead men were unwilling to think things through before allowing the fire in their stomach to spread outward.

"I am a servant of France and a loyal follower of God. You and your friends were treasonous, rash, hot-headed children who naïvely believed yourselves to have completely figured out life in your short, twenty-some years of life. Tell me, then. Who is more blind? The man who experienced filth with his own eyes, who was born in the gutter and learned to despise crime? Or the silly schoolboy who followed his friends into a futile battle for the sake of revolution? If I follow blindly, you must follow blindly, deafly, and dumbly behind a charismatic idiot."

Javert must admit that the boy has a point with that next bit of conversation. Here, he is no less a sinner than the schoolboy. Under the eyes of God, judgement has been passed and delivered unto them both; be it Heaven or Hell—though more likely the latter—the privilege of authority has been stripped from him upon death. Regardless, however, the act of shooting another is illegal in both France's and the Lord's courts.

"Inflicting pain unto another—especially an officer of the law, former or otherwise, who demands respect—is by no means forgiven by a simple 'it was accidental!' And should I discover the laws of this land, I assure you that the punishment for your crime will match the full extent of it."

[hadtheblackknockedrightoff-deac]

Citta Meme Sunday

[chasing24601]

Ask the character/mun: Ask the muse whatever you want for them to answer IC; or ask the mun a personal question to get to know better or to get an OOC answer [although we would like to keep these at a minimum]!

Truth/Dare: Be reasonable with the dares! If you start getting ridiculous no one will want to do them; characters aren’t really obligated to do all the dares they receive. Don’t forget about the truth part as well!

Situation: Give the character another character or characters, a place and a reason in order to create some interesting thread ideas (if both parties are willing to do it that is)! For example: You could send an ask to Ventus saying: “Roxas, Sector oo6, clothes shopping”.

Headcanon: Anons send the character a word, or a name and you may write a small/long headcanon about said word!

Drabbles: Give the muse a prompt and they may write a short drabble on it.

[twofoursixoones]

Once again, another Javert gif!

[inlucisco]

[ "feels like 'home'" // ca open ]

[inlucisco]

[ Dorothy made quick work of the expressions that she caught from the corner of her eyes. He was impressed by her words; did that mean he assumed that she knew nothing? The thought annoyed her, but she inevitably dismissed it. She was more than sure that she was more knowledgeable than this man anyway. Then, skepticism — But why? Her words were the truth and had no reason to be doubted. Dorothy was unaware of Javert’s home, especially its time period, so she quickly took the man for a fool. ]

"That is an assumption — From my readings, the fog’s thickness reaches its peak in this area. In other areas, I believe it is low, if existent."

[ Dorothy had not yet visited all of the sectors, but was sure of her words. If the other parts of the city were like this, it would be uninhabitable, and the sole reason for the hundreds of people being there would be ruined. To her, the logic itself was sound and reasonably, and she made no attempt to explain herself to Javert. If he did not understand, she viewed it as his own fault. ]

[ When Javert mentioned God, it was Dorothy’s turn for a bout of confusion. She was aware of God and religions, however, the only times when she had heard of God was from Megadeus — From Roger, ultimately. But Roger Smith was no religious man. She had not met one, or at least none that brought up such a concept to explain an obvious scientific situation such as stars. ]

"God? Why would a God have anything to do with gas in space..? Stars are not people, they do not do what you say. They produce light and exist only to die after many years."

[ Her words held no malice towards Javert’s beliefs, just no understanding of religion, or one’s interpretation of religion in something she thought of as a natural occurrence. ]

[chasing24601]

"I see."

If what she says is true, Javert should be able to spot the stars in the other areas. The sectors, as they've been called. The thought of that calms him slightly; at least those burning giants have not been exterminated by the darkness that surrounds them. It almost forms a sort of hope within the inspector—if the stars can continue on despite the ever growing shadows and the shrouding clouds, he can continue on despite the growing number of sinners and increasing doubtful confusion.

"I am aware of their lifelessness. As I stated, they are not living beings. Their roles as sentinels are purely symbolic; while they do not watch over us literally, their light shines upon us and judges us, in a way."

"As for God... well, He is the creator of everything. From the ruby blood that courses through our veins to the sharp sword that draws it. He is the master of us all. He created the stars to light our way. After all, many a miracle would have been impossible without the guiding light of the North Star."

Javert steps to the very edge of the building and appears to be ready to jump, but instead he turns on his heel and straightens his jacket.

"As for your comment about the lifespan of those flickering orbs, that too is controlled by the Heavenly Father. He dictates the length of time every object—living and non-living—spends in this world. You, me, sinners, and God-fearing men. Everyone and everything is in His Kingdom and under His rule. And that, madam, is why he is relevant to the stars."

[lyannamormonts]

And the righteous hurry past They don’t hear the little ones crying

[teenslasher]

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Javert’s Suicide (8-bit) - Les Misérables

[teenslasher]

[damagedjustice-blog]

☽Of Not-So-Petty Crimes ;|| Closed@Javert

         It was late. The city had grown quiet, or as quiet as an enormous city filled with far more people than Anders had ever seen in one place could get. The digital clock in his apartment (that he had learned to read only after trying and failing to learn what strange magic was making it light up) had read 11:36 when he left, and it was now later still, and dark besides.

The spirit of Justice that shared a body with Anders was growing restless. He was not used to idleness. He wanted to right wrongs, start a rebellion, everyone else and the law be damned.

Anders was more rational than that. But even so, Justice was as much a part of him now as he was a part of Justice. The urge to start… something was always there.

Which was why, incidentally, he was out walking around the city in the middle of the night. Perhaps he could find something to blow up so the spirit would quit the nagging in his ears.

Or perhaps the walk would clear his head. Either one would be acceptable in his opinion.

As he was walking, he was bumped into by a rather large man. This fellow would be pretty intimidating to most people, Anders included without his spells, but the spirit that inhabited his body took the bumping as an attack and revealed itself. Anders’ eyes began to glow as Justice decided to just attack.

And the man didn’t notice yet. “Hey, watch where you’re going, man," he started to say, but Anders had already grabbed the wooden staff he’d carried and slammed the man in the arm with it. Wood wasn’t his weapon of choice, but it could still be used as a great weapon, with how rough his was.

And the man, clutching his now-sort-of-bleeding arm, decided he did not really want to fight this guy after all, especially if the guy was going to start glowing, and ran off. “You’re nuts, man, I ain’t dealing with this!" the guy shouted as he ran away from Anders or Justice or whoever he was at the moment.

And right about then Anders regained control, looking at the little bit of blood that had stuck to the staff. “Oh. That’s not good."

[chasing24601]

The midnight shift is the most important. Behind the shroud of darkness, under the watchful eyes of those balls of light perched in the sky. As night falls, the cockroaches emerge from their hideaways, seeking food and companionship. It is true anywhere from Montreuil-sur-Mer to Paris. And certainly in a city in which one sector is sectioned off, designated specifically for crime. And, while the stars shine dimly and the moon casts its image onto the pavement, it is never enough to scatter the vermin festering in the corners. It is Javert's job to shine a lantern upon the sinful, bathing them in justice and crushing them with the heel of his boot.

As it stands currently, the night is a rather quiet one. As far as Javert can tell, prostitution runs far less rampant where he is currently than Montreuil-sur-Mer—that, or perhaps he simply hasn't located the whorehouses yet. A group of deviants loitering around had to be scattered here and there, striking fear into their hearts, hopefully steering them down the straight path of the Lord. But, other than that, nothing to report.

That is, until he heard the distinct crack of flesh being struck by a blunt object. Be it a mugging or a straight assault, Javert rushes to aid the victim. As he approached, he heard a deep voice shouting about its unwillingness to deal with what happened—something Javert took to mean there had been a sort of murder that occurred. But when he reached the location from which the shout originated, he found nothing but a man with a blood-stained staff.

"Tell me, monsieur. Were you attacked by the vermin in the street?"

He holds a hand on the handle of his wooden sword, ready to unsheathe it at any time should defense be required. Be it from the perpetrator of this crime or—should this man be the perpetrator—from the bloodied staff.

"Or are you among them yourself? Answer truthfully, for you answer before the watchful eye of God."

[enflamme-blog]

worlds away { open/intro }

[enflamme-blog]

At the sound of a familiar voice, Marius searched around for the source and quickly found that he needn’t exert himself so much as that same source was currently barreling toward him in a blaze of self-righteous fury. He gaped, unable to achieve much else in the way of emoting.

A spike of fear shot through him like a bolt of lightning at the inspector’s loud accusations. He stammered as he spoke, edging away from Javert as discreetly as possible.

"I— this is not what it looks like, I can assure you! I intended no harm, I only… this weapon, I don’t…"

He became aware once more that he was brandishing the gun that had gotten him into this trouble, waving it about in a rather threatening manner, then dropped it quickly at his feet as a show of peace. At the mention of his comrades, his memory stirred and he found that anger was beginning to flare up inside of him.

"You— at the barricade, you were there, you attempted to deceive us! You would have led us all to our deaths, remorseless!"

Then he seemed to deflate slightly, and spoke quietly.

"Though, I believe that I did die. Am dead, that is. Is there any sense in arresting a dead man, Inspector?"

[chasing24601]

Javert unsheathes the wooden sword that was given to him upon his arrival. Should the boy attempt at another shot—perhaps one more fatal—he would be ready to defend himself. His eyes study the gun in his hand, noting points at which he might be able to thrust his weapon in order to disarm him. This is not an encounter to take lightly.

"I— this is not what it looks like, I can assure you! I intended no harm, I only… this weapon, I don’t…"

"Save your words. They mean nothing to me. Your intent matters less than the fact that a shot was fired at an officer of the law. I could very well have you beheaded for that."

When the other drops his weapon, Javert uses his foot to kick it away. He certainly does not need a firearm to defend himself; a sword, wooden as it may be, is sufficient. And when the boy's tone became harsher at the memory of what transpired at the barricade, the inspector smirks. It is true that he would have willingly led them to their demise, but all's fair in love and war. And, as the group was a revolutionary one, the fire had to be snuffed out at the source.

"I led you to nothing. Single file, you marched yourself into the flames of Hell behind your traitorous barricade."

The thought that this is the afterlife did cross the inspector's mind more than a few times. And it is becoming increasingly likely it was not the Pearly Gates through which he stepped upon his arrival. The fact that a lawbreaker such as Marius has arrived is forcing Javert to realize that perhaps he had not survived, that upon his deliberate jumping into the river Seine, he threw away salvation in exchange for damnation.

"A sin is a sin in life and in death. As long as my soul is alive, I will be the Lord's faithful servant, punishing unclean souls. It matters not that my soul was not saved."

[ephemeralbursts]

justicescales said: DONT BOMB TH1NGS 1TS 1LL3G4L

[ephemeralbursts]

   "Exactly why I do it."

[chasing24601]

[infinitesse-deactivated20140421]

    That he seems to make no move to go his own way - just as she has - (he hasn’t, at least, just yet) admittedly takes her aback somewhat. Not that she’s keen to be out of his company after that…case of mistaken identity, it should be noted, but because she’d thought there nothing else to be said: he probably has some official business to attend to, she’d originally thought, though this theory is soon disproved by his confession of his unemployment at present. No matter, then ─ hey, she’s only glad to make up for her little faux pas back then by way of helping him here.

    (Rather amusingly, the woman here decides to commit to memory his voice, more so for the accent than anything else: so this is what a French accent sounds like.)

    "The, er— The police station…?" Okay, so he was an inspector back in— back in France, yes, and isn’t any longer given unforeseen circumstances. That’s actually a bit of a shame." —Ah, right! I admit that I’m not too sure myself, but I thiiink… Mm, I’m actually not sure whether they’ve got some kind of ‘official base’ in every Sector, but if you’re looking to apply for a position, you’d probably be best off asking around Sector One."

[chasing24601]

Sector One. Javert vaguely recalls reading something about sectors once he was released from the room in which he awoke, but he was unaware of what the word actually meant in this context. However, the way that Elizabeth spoke about them seemed to imply that each sector might be a separate miniature-city, if you will. Unfortunately, having seen not a single carriage nor horse since arriving, Javert has no idea how to travel between the sectors.

Not to mention the fact that, when Javert was alive, trains were only in their early conceptualization stages. They were in no way as wide-spread as they would be in the years after he lived.

"Sector One, yes. I see. Another question, if I may. If it wasn't obvious, I am in fact a new arrival in this city. And it is vastly different from the cities with which I am familiar. As such, I admit I am unaware of how to travel between these... these 'sectors', as you put them. Would there be a facility from which I might rent a carriage? Or perhaps a rancher from whom I might purchase a reliable horse?"