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[inseine]

[Javert was never very good at public addresses. He was not one to play politics. He was respectful to his superiors, but he was always in the habit of saying things as he saw them. He was never particularly good at holding his tongue.

Therefore, when he made his first video announcement over the DreamBerry network, it may come as a surprise to some to hear that he would not beat around the bush. An exceedingly calm, cold voice matched with an equally stern, deeply lined face pierces fiercely through the transmission, the gleam of authority in his eye.]

Now, how may of you out there had an acquaintance or friend spirit away?

The police service is but five pairs of eyes. Rather than idle about in your cafés and wait for them to spirit their way back, I suggest the public to submit missing persons reports in a quick and timely manner. We will track them and investigate their connection. This organizes society, a feature this country apparently lacks.

[There was a certain dryness and pomposity of tone that, to the observant, would have indicated agitation in the good Inspector. And it was for more reasons than a simple neglect to report a specific disappearance. He has experienced a rude shock upon an old acquaintance's reappearance, one that he knew would view this very transmission in time.

Let the old man see it, then.]

If you have need of these or any other services of the police, you will call or send here. An agent will be assigned to the case.

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[yoom-tah.livejournal.com]

Oh, hiya! ♪ Are you the one in charge of the police here? ♪

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

[Though Javert might have normally had very good reason to believe he was going mad, he has seen stranger in this world. Though, he must admit, a talking ... pink... marshmallow neared the top of that list.]

So it seems.

Under the charge of M. Edgeworth, make no mistake.

[yoom-tah.livejournal.com]

...Friendly friend! ♪

I just wanted to know if you'd be interested in having an agreement with my guild? ♪ We're a bunch of explorers, but sometimes while explorers are... exploring, we run into hiding criminals. ♪ So we catch them and turn them into you, and in exchange you give us information on any criminals you're looking for so we can keep an eye out. ♪

It works really well back home! ♪

[boat-lights.livejournal.com]

[He touches a finger to his lips.

How intriguing.]

I daresay a system of law enforcement within this strange land is long overdue. This is quite a refreshing change, indeed.

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

[And now Vincent is subject to Javert's unsettling gaze; one which searches as much as it drills. He drawls laconically,]

An improvement, in the least.

[boat-lights.livejournal.com]

[He smiles, unruffled.]

Indeed, it is. I do believe I will be at ease now in my sleep, knowing that such diligent people will be keeping watch over my loved ones.

[resonancy.livejournal.com]

Missing person...? If someone disappears from here, they wake up back where they were last, don't they?

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

[This, he half-mutters. Is it to Maka? Is it to himself? That assessment would remain with Maka.]

Only if they can awaken.

[resonancy.livejournal.com]

[a pause, and she looks like she's thinking on this]

... What instance would there be that someone potentially couldn't?

[stole-bread.livejournal.com]

[As if life couldn't become more confusing, the former convict's first experience with the Dreamberry just had to be on Javert's most recent video post. Staring down at the device, not even Fauchelevent could hide the expression of pure disbelief and befuddlement upon his face.

It is Javert in the tiny box.

Inside of the box.

The dead man has somehow gotten himself stuck in the container.

...How had he gotten so teensy?]

In French

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

[There he was, Javert's favorite convict, right on his little device. He was, perhaps, the single man Javert had wanted to avoid in any world. Death had brought him no peace in the matter.

Speaking of which, Javert had long drawn the conclusion that the old man had joined him beyond the grave. Two apparitions locked in an unpredictable netherworld. Finally died, had he? Was it the very same night? How did time pass in Paris compared to the afterlife?

Javert was not certain whether to be satisfied that Valjean did not make it to his supposed Heaven or not. It was certainly unsurprising. Overcompensation does not erase one's crimes, it merely emphasizes the guilty conscience.

He gazed hollowly back at Valjean, his face gaunt. He pursed his lips tightly, a ghastly cross between a grimace and an empty grin. He spoke with this strange expression in a quick, snappy snarl, a testament to the considerable effort it took to open his mouth at all.]

You're letting the flies in.

In French

[stole-bread.livejournal.com]

[Catching himself at the comment, the bewildered look on Fauchelevent's faded into an uneasy stare. Still, that did not answer the question. Had Javert's very soul been confined inside of the box? How long had he been there waiting for the man to see him.]

How are you materializing within this box?

[gesangvoll]

Organization is a welcome change, I admit, but if I may ask, how do you plan on investigating the sheer amount of disappearances that occur here in Somarium with only five officers?

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

[Javert lifts a thick, black eyebrow.]

They do not occur all at once. They occur singularly or in waves. That is manageable for a service of five.

[itscabbagetime.livejournal.com]

I don't know if this is helpful, but I know I've been here before. I don't remember much, though...

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

Then make yourself useful. Take a desk.

[Now this was an appropriately tedious task to entrap Adachi. It will keep him busy enough, and more importantly, it will keep him out of the field.]

You will take down the names on your device each day. You will record new ones, you will note when names go missing. Don't forget a single name! Compare lists each evening and draw a report. You will make certain they match civilian testimonies.

[lookatmybadge.livejournal.com]

Two.

Ema Skye and Maya Fey. It's my fault for not speaking up, but I didn't really know I was supposed to.

I'm... well, I'm good friends with Edgeworth. If you ever need some help, I'm more than willing to step in. My name's Phoenix Wright-- we, uh, we briefly met before?

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

[Javert prompts Phoenix for more information.]

When?

[He then regards Phoenix with another one of his bone-chilling, searching gazes. Eventually he admits the smallest of bows, a shallow nod of his head, to the defense attorney.]

I remember. You were in the entrance hall at the time of the murder.

[His brow curls perceptibly, a hint of a wry grin at his lips.]

Step on is more accurate.

[popstar]

Some of my friends disappeared... One of them came back though, and someone told me that I've been here before but I didn't remember anything about this place before I got here.

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

[Simply raises an eyebrow.]

Mademoiselle, that information is only useful if it is accompanied by names. Does the other remember?

[shouharekkousen.livejournal.com]

I already told you about Guy Cecil disappearing. Apparently I was here before as well, as were some of the others I know from my world. All of us except Guy have returned, though without our memories of this place.

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

Yes, I have that report. [Asch seems to be one of the more competent men of his service. Gale's position was no longer guaranteed.] Who are the others? Give me their names.

[theredconsort.livejournal.com]

Talk to Ysera, She of Dreaming, she watches over the realm of sleep and dreams. Perhaps she can give you some answers.

lol late :(

[solidarity.livejournal.com]

[Snake has been around long enough to see many disappear. Some he doesn't miss at all, others were friends. He wouldn't normally speak up about it, but hell, he appreciates Javert's dedication to figuring it out. Maybe the police can track down what's been causing it after all. Either way, it wouldn't hurt to point him in the right direction, right?]

I don't think there's a single person or organization behind it.

[He recalls the time Otacon left in particular.]

A friend of mine... he left overnight without any warning. The others and I would've noticed a break-in or an intruder.

[That leaves the possibility of a silent assassin, but Naomi and Rose bring up another important detail.]

Two others left -- most likely the same way -- but came back. One remembered being here before, the other didn't. If someone's behind this, I don't see any motive.

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

Yet there has been a murder.

[And therefore, the nature of the disappearances have potentially become much more dangerous.

Javert casts his lids down, his chin tucked into his collar as he listened to Snake's story. At the sound of one remembering being in Somarium before, he raises his head.]

That will be the first. [It is a mutter, more to himself than to Snake. He gives a nearly-imperceptible nod and addresses Snake smartly,] Do you know his name? The one that remembers.