#aferocioushonesty

[therapardalis]

[[ @ferocioushonesty ]]

Iberian Peninsula, Napeoleonic Wars

Wait a second ... That couldn't be right! Thera moved a step closer, making a show of dusting something off her skirts as she listened in. The two officers were speaking in casual voices, discussing an upcoming transfer of prisoners of war to their eventual 'home' on the infamous English Hulks. Standard procedure, and nothing very unusual about that - except for a certain item that had caught her ear.

"Good riddance, I say. That Frog's taking up a hospital bed we could use for one of our own. He's well enough to travel, I'll have him out with the next parade!"

... Well enough to travel? She cocked her ear a little closer, making sure she was hearing correctly - even though what she was hearing wasn't making any sense. There was only one 'Frog' in a hospital bed that she knew of, and when she'd seen him barely a day and a half ago, 'fit to travel' hadn't even been on the cards.

"Doctor types are all baffled, so they say ... "

The 'doctor types' were very definitely not alone. Thera stayed a moment or two more, brow creasing in thought - then quickly turned away and headed for the hospital tent. One way or another, she needed to check on Javert right now ...

[monsterparnasse-a-blog]

                   “Make me.”              @ a-ferocious-honesty 

“I had no idea you were into that.” For an instant, it’s easier to snark than deal with the thornier problem. Then the smirk disappears. “It’s for your own good.”

     For a moment, Montparnasse is almost too stunned to reply.      Did JAVERT just crack a joke? Was hell freezing over? Was      THIS hell??

     He scoffs, wipes away any shock with indignation. “You don’t      know a damn thing about what’s good for me.”

[monsterparnasse-a-blog]

     --- a-ferocious-honesty

             “Is there a problem?”

[monsterparnasse-a-blog]

a-ferocious-honesty​

     It wasn’t very often that Montparnasse was in the wrong      place at the wrong time. Most usually the wrong place       was only so because Montparnasse and co. had gotten      there first. 

          But as it happened, tonight was not the young man’s doing.           A drugs bust in the club he’d been attending was an unlucky           break for the career criminal, but he wasn’t dealing and he           never used in public, so mostly it was just an inconvenience           no matter what certain inspectors seemed to be thinking. 

     There were at least a dozen witnesses who could vouch for       his innocence this evening, if only because they feared the       wrath of Patron Minette otherwise. Did they know the dark       haired young man? Not really, but anyone who so brazenly       wore the syndicate’s name on their arms around here was       either a member or had a death wish. 

              "I’m not sure what you’re accusing me of,                                    Inspector. My hands are clean.”

[transparentbutimpenetrable]

a-ferocious-honesty​

Very little truly gets to him, crawls under his skin and makes a home there. It just so happens Babet has struck on one. But the ore here isn’t gold. It’s dross, gleaming darkly from his eyes.             “And why is that?” He leaves off a ‘monsieur’ because that for him has to be earned, and never is matched with this kind.

"You're a man of the law.  I never believe your kind. I've been told hideous lies about my friends from you lot, so why should I start believing you now?"

Babet was not one to trust the police, nor should he.   He was on the complete opposite side of the spectrum regarding morals and reason.   He sat with his arms crossed, staring defiantly up at the man before him.

[imaconjustlikeyou]

“I was awaiting you.”

a-ferocious-honesty

"Were you now, Inspector? Whatever would compel you to do something like that?"The innkeeper only offers the other man his attention, nothing more.  His expression conceals any sort of misconduct he may have done earlier in the day, and luckily the forged bank notes had already been transacted and dealt with before this encounter.  There was nothing on him, at least he thought so, that could land him a night in a cell. 

[jondrxtte]

+2

"You think I'm a liar, don't you? Well, I'm not. Mostly."