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On behalf of M. Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth, I am issuing an open call for able-bodied, just men to join the re-established Police Service. The Prefecture is currently housed within the fourth district court house. There you will be interviewed and tested for fitness in the Service.

Should you have any inquiries about scheduling and expectations, you will call or send for Inspector Javert.


Javert, Inspector of the Police
At the Fourth District Courthouse
About quarter until eight in the evening

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[knightmare-hime.livejournal.com]

Police Service? [She cocks a brow, studying him.] I see. Mr. Edgeworth has finally put his plan into action.

[She tilts her head to the side slightly.]

But who are you?

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

[Javert studies the face of this woman, his hard, disconcerting gaze lingering on the unusual pink of her hair for a few seconds longer than he might normally. This is the first of the 'potentials' that decided to contact him via speech and visuals. He maintains his military posture and tucks his chin into his collar, considering what this woman could want.

He hardly bothers to answer her question.]

An agent of the authorities. [It's said with firm authority. Not even his archaic French accent could detract from that tone.] The Service interests you?

[knightmare-hime.livejournal.com]

[Cryptic. Vague. And stuffy. Almost out of habit, her chin lifts and her posture straightens. Her tone of voice carries the weight of her military background.]

Due to recent events, I have assumed the role of Commander-in-Chief of the militia. I take it that you are one of the individuals the overlord spoke of when she said two men aimed to establish a justice system? [The one that is 'like a grandfather'.]

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

There exists a militia, but no police service has been in operation!

[His lip curls. And run by a woman, as well! How uncivilized was this nation? Besides, the militia were not always keepers of law. In fact, many a time, an organization under the guise of 'militia' could easily disrupt the public order.

That still begs the question of what sort of militia this woman operates. Still, he keeps his suspicions silent... for now.]

Would you prefer anarchy and chaos to order? No.

A working system is far preferable to an inoperable one; I only read of it. Do not think Monsieur Edgeworth or I drew it up from its foundations. The information was kept in the court house.

[knightmare-hime.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes narrow a bit when she sees the slight contempt in his eyes. Is it because she's a woman? Is it the militia itself? Or does he just enjoy soaking in his own arrogance? As a princess, she hasn't dealt with many people who look down on her. But Somarium obviously changed that.]

That is correct. A militia. You will have to excuse me, but my talents are in strategy and warfare. While I support the assembly of a justice system, my concerns were with the protection of the people above all else. That is where my interests lie and that is where they will remain.

Recent history has proven that there is a need for both. The people here no longer only need protection from the world itself, but also from the people within it.

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

[Javert's intent gaze locks on her, through her for several long moments, and perhaps for a few instances it seemed that he'd forgotten that she has spoken. But then, just as abrupt as his prolonged silence, he opens his mouth to speak bluntly once more.]

That is plainly seen.

[knightmare-hime.livejournal.com]

[She's watches him closely, picking up on his bizarre behavior, but unsure of what to make of it. She doesn't like his tone or the way he looks at her, but she is mildly curious about him and has vowed to take responsibility for the safety of the people in this world... Despite the overlord's naivety, if she has faith in him, then it is worth seeing where this campaign goes.]

Yes, well not to all, unfortunately. My intentions for the militia have always been to protect the people and punish the criminals. I would be very interested to hear how you intend to do that, Mr...?

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

Then let me speak again: it is plainly seen to those with a head about them.

[This first part he spoke in a half-murmur through his teeth. Then, in a raised tone, he addresses Cornelia directly]

You already manage the militia, Madame. Do you mean to say you desire to mix your hands up in the police as well?

[knightmare-hime.livejournal.com]

[Aaaaand he's really starting to piss her off. She lifts an eyebrow, her eyes darkening ever so slightly. If this is the man representing the police force and his attitude reflects in the way it is run, then she will see to it that it never happens.]

Putting words into my mouth? [She smirks.] That is not what I said, Monsieur.

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

Naturally you did not say. I would not have asked otherwise.

[Again, there's a pause as he directs another disconcerting, intent gaze at her. Then he releases a long-suffering, weary sigh, and decides to explain himself in a brusque, impatient manner.]

There are several abandoned policed outposts located in each city district with its centre in the village, which will be re-manned as soon as able-bodied and just fellows sign on; the registry has already begun, reports have been filed - they are ready for distribution - standard forms are drawn, employment contracts written; a holding cell is beneath the courthouse flooring and will serve well to detain even the most vicious scamps until judgment; M. Edgeworth will take care to post the Law Code for the public benefit. The numbers in this communication device indicate that the Service need not be of tremendous size so long as the recruits are competent and capable; it is better to keep a proper spread with each post while stationing them close enough to travel swiftly from one to another. Shouting distance is preferred in case one man becomes exhausted on watch, but travel is quick here and permits greater distance with ease.

[Javert spoke quickly, the entire explanation flowing out of him in what sounded like a single breath. The words bled together into a curious, ferocious rumble. He paused to breathe noiselessly through his broad nostrils, his chin dropping almost imperceptibly into his collar. He cracks a ghost of a wry, crooked grin, his gaze unsteady. Is he finding it difficult to concentrate? His tone returns to his calm, almost languid yet firm enunciation. His expression is distant.]

Are you satisfied about it, Madame? Or would it please you to view each form to the letter?

With good fortune, M. Edgeworth may lead the service in my place shortly...

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[knightmare-hime.livejournal.com]

Quite. I thank you for sharing your intentions with me.

[She'll just have to speak with Edgeworth. Only he will know whether or not this person is trustworthy enough to be given such a position of power.]

Now, if you will excuse me, I have some research to do of my own. I am certain that you will hear from me again in the near future.

[She pauses, her lips bending slightly to erect the pride of her heritage.]

My name is Cornelia li Britannia. It has been a pleasure, Inspector Javert.

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

[Javert makes a low sound of acknowledgment through his nose. He can't say it was quite a pleasure, but at least she had informed him that he will be hearing back from her shortly.]

Then I will expect another call, Madame li Britannia.

[And he ended the transmission right there.]