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[inseine]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, PasUnPolicier. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 246.01.094.30 *** PasUnPolicier has joined 246.01.094.30 <PasUnPolicier> This mail centre belongs to Javert. <PasUnPolicier> Be accurate and brief. <PasUnPolicier> I suggest you not test my patience with practical jokes and clowning around. <PasUnPolicier> I will return your notice shortly.

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<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

Well, don't be thick. Share the target's name.

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[godofthemachine]

I told you to guess, didn't I?

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

Is it Wegener's head on a platter? Don't disappoint me with such news.

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[godofthemachine]

[Oh my god Javert stop playing dumb!!!!!]

Well... I'll give you another hint.

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[godofthemachine]

He's more of an angel than you ever could have hoped to be.

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

I see. Where in town did you see this purported angel?

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[godofthemachine]

Oh, you think I would tell you? I don't want you abusing your warden privileges on him again.

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

Abuse of privileges is a grave disorder. You had better have proof of such if you ever accuse me again.

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[godofthemachine]

And yet you even admitted yourself that it was a mistake.

I have the very picture framed on my wall. I'm so glad I get to see him in the flesh now.

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

Yet it was no abuse, and I will remind you that I have committed no abuses with my position here.

He is an old man. Certainly that is not enough to captivate you.

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[godofthemachine]

I'm not captivated at all.

I just thought you would like to know that your precious Valjean is here in Ryslig.

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

This is a poor method for a taunt. Get back to work, and I'll see to mine.

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[godofthemachine]

I'm not taunting you. I thought it would be a great courtesy to inform you that your obsession is in the same city as you.

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

Leave off with the 'obsession.' There is nothing of the sort.

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[godofthemachine]

Isn't lying an offense under your silly laws now?

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

It is a preoccupation, and rightly so. It is not an obsession.

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[godofthemachine]

Denial: A psychological defense mechanism involving a refusal to accept reality.

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

It is no denial! And besides, you are late for the celebration. I knew he was here.

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[godofthemachine]

Oh good. I should have figured you would have sniffed him out the moment he arrived.

After all, that's what obsession is.

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

Fuck off and get back to work.

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[godofthemachine]

I never thought you to be so crass.

But I have done both of these things today.

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

I am plenty crass if I put my head to it. Off with you. I shall not humor this nonsense.

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[godofthemachine]

Oh I'm sure you are. And yet you played dumb when I first informed you of Valjean's presence, so obviously you are humoring my "nonsense."

ACTION

[inseine]

[There is no further answer from Javert.

Instead, he is bent over a case file regarding an unusual series of murders. These have been consuming his time lately, along with the poacher miscreants and an ex-convict-that-shall-not-be-named, among other personal affairs. Yet even though the file is spread open on his desk, with polaroids of the crime scene to go with his notes, he is instead staring blankly at a spot just in front of his nose. His lip is curved in a deeply unsettled, inverted U, and his capped pen twists uselessly between his claws.]

[godofthemachine]

[AM awaits a response from Javert, but of course it doesn't come. No surprise. After all, the man has more important things to do. And AM... would rather be at the labs right now. Having finished his paperwork and having no one to punish, he has nothing useful to do. So why not pester Javert?

After about twenty minutes, AM appears in Javert's office. As a vampire, he's far less imposing than he was as a nephilim, and frankly AM prefers it that way. But it doesn't matter; it's still the same person. The same man he frequently fantasizes about torturing.]

Well, well... What have we here?

[AM doesn't even try to be polite to Javert. Why should he when his hatred is so obvious?

He certainly notices the polaroids of the murders, at least, as he casually floats over to Javert's desk, leaning in.]