inseine | VOICE ✍ 004 --> Backdated to WEDNESDAY EVENING, June 29th

[Well, this is quite the surprise.]

Your wife is missing. [Obviously.] When were you last in communication with her?

Unaccounted for.

[Civility. Very stiff, professional, and strained civility, but at least she is behaving like a gentlewoman. There is a brief pause while Javert collects his thoughts, remembering his last urgent chat with Naomi.]

I remember it was Saturday, [he declares abruptly.] The rains were worst then.

[There is more than just a hint of surprise in the usually composed prosecutor's voice.]

And you've waited this long to find her?! [While Naomi and Javert may not be her favorite people in Somarium, it is quite odd to hear that the woman's own husband has waited this long to finally put out a request on her whereabouts. Did he even really even care for her safety after all that had happened in the last week?

There is only silence on Franziska's end until finally a small huff.] You fool.

I will arrange for a small group of men to locate her.

Don't think I have done nothing. But I will not waste our resources needlessly. I will follow proper procedure.

[Javert's voice takes on a steely, frosty edge. It is the most emotion he has expressed so far. If it even qualifies as emotive expression.]

How many men?

[There. At least she's assured he isn't a complete monster.

Mostly.]

Five. I realize it is not a favorable amount, but there is still far too much we need to do for the rest of the city.

Five, [he murmurs through his teeth.] It is just enough.

[Javert adds stonily, assuming that Franziska will not allow him to participate in these efforts due to the personal nature of his connection to the victim,]

Who will command them?

... I will allow you to choose who you think is suitable for the job.

[She isn't being nice. She's just that busy that it is difficult to keep track of who she has assigned to what.]

You will receive my recommendation at the end of the day.

... If I have no other word by then.

Fine. [Franziska sees no reason in waiting any longer than he already has, but if Javert really isn't that eager to find his own wife again, so be it.

She'd likely be better off. If she isn't dead already.]

Have you anything else to report, Inspector Javert?

[If Javert is glad of Franziska's subject change, it does not show in his tone.]

The camps are filling fast, [he reports.] At the current rate, the emergency provisions will run us one week.

You will receive a detailed document about it tonight.

I am well aware of that situation, but I will keep an eye out for your report nonetheless. Is that all or is there more foolish nonsense you want to waste my time with?

I will not waste more of your time. [And for once, there is no subtle irony in his tone; only solemnity.]

Good-bye until the evening report, Mademoiselle.

[And Franziska hangs up before that tone gets to her. She hates the man, after all. She doesn't want to actually feel bad for him.]

I saw her last on Saturday. Did she contact you at all since then?

[Javert hesitates, his morose thoughtfulness almost palpable. He says, curtly and without further explanation,]

No.

[He could already tell that Javert was concerned when the public broadcast went out. He normally isn't the kind of man to address the public with trivial things as most others do, so he must be genuinely worried for his wife's well-being. Though the possibility of unfortunate circumstances does cross Snake's mind, he refuses to assume that something bad has already happened.]

Her Dreamberry probably has water damage. I'll go and check the place where I left her. Either she's there, or someone else will know where she went.

I have her Dreamberry in my possession, [Javert all but snarls. One beat is all it takes to return to his calm, cold, composed disposition.]

You saw her. Where did you take her?

[It's not very reassuring to hear that he's got Naomi's Dreamberry, but Snake still refuses to assume the worst.]

Up to a rooftop, along with other refugees. It was a sturdy ten-story building.

[A severe, sharp, raw cold returns to his tone.]

And it did not occur to you to check on her sooner?

No, I assumed she would find you as soon as she could.

[There were others in need of rescuing, and Snake's entire team has been working around the clock making sure people don't drown or suffocate in collapsed buildings. He does care about Naomi, he truly does, but he saw no reason to check up on her after he already made sure that she was safe and would be looked after by others. Plus, as far as he knows, she is still perfectly capable of looking after herself.]

Apparently that isn't so.

[Javert cannot fault Snake for adhering to his duty. Not when Javert himself often places his work above personal affairs, and wholly considers it of the utmost importance. But where is Snake's honor? Did he even keep track of where he had taken his rescued victims?

The darker part of Javert's sometimes resentful head doubted.]

Think! Which building was it? With whom?

[There really was a lot to take care of, but Snake now realizes that he should have attempted calling Naomi himself. If he had, he would have come back to check in on her earlier and not have left her without communication. But what's done is done, and all they can do now is do their best to try and figure out what happened.

He would tell the Inspector to calm down, but it would likely have the opposite of the intended effect.]

The Enveria building, there was a large group of civilians. Train decided to stay behind and keep an eye on them in the event of an attack.

Edited 2011-07-07 08:36 (UTC)

[How very interesting.]

Is this Dr. Hunter a very dangerous person?

[Javert's voice is so dry and impassive that it is hard to say whether he is joking or not.]

She is sometimes known to have a dangerous wit.

This is a very slight woman, a waif of a girl. I do not doubt that a strong wind would blow her away, rather. Hardly capable of dangerous feats.

Sometimes those you least expect to be are the most dangerous.

If she is so harmless why would the police be so determined to find her?

The police are determined to find her the same as any missing people from this calamity.

[It is with difficulty that Javert abruptly corrects and acknowledges the following fine difference, knowing full well that as Chief Inspector of Somni City, he is the voice of the police:]

I speak this time as a man. Not as the police.

Ah, so it is a personal inquiry and not an official one.

I'm afraid I haven't seen the lady in question.

[Not a total lie--he hasn't seen her since the flood started.]

However, I will happily keep an eye out for her if you could provide a description or photo.

[There is a palpable pause while Javert silently sifts through his few 'portraits' of her with a swiftly deepening frown. He has not personally snapped any photographs of her, but Naomi had an annoying tendency of playing with the image-snapping function of these devices and placing them on his Dreamberry.

The majority of them are improper. They will not do. He chooses to describe her, curtly, imperiously, and with a certain loose abandon - as if he is not speaking directly to Schuldig but to his own collar or hand.]

She is a dark woman in a desert of whitewash, medium height. You will recognize her easy. She is well-spoken and well-mannered. But she lacks decent shame and shows herself off like a preening peacock.

Edited 2011-07-02 04:13 (UTC)

[So it's a good thing he already know what she looks like if that's the description someone who 1) works for the police and should be able to do detailed descriptions and 2) loves her gives.]

She sounds absolutely charming. If I happen upon her, I'll be sure to let her know someone is worried for her well being.

That is not surprising. People find her charming. Men better than women.

[Despite his cold and brusque delivery, Javert is confident that most men would recognize Naomi on that description alone. He has a very peculiar talent of being fairly on-point with his descriptions to the extent that if said individual is glimpsed, they would know exactly who he means... but otherwise, it would sound rather vague.

If there are other details Schuldig wants, he is welcome to ask this forbidding fellow. Javert snorts.]

She knows that already. Didn't I say she isn't stupid?

My apologies, I didn't mean to imply anything about her intelligence; let me rephrase. If I find her, I'll make sure she gets in contact with you.

[Maybe not right away...]

I will expect you to pass the word on to me.

[A beat.]

So that I may give you my ... thanks.

[Even if Javert does not exactly sound like he is capable of sincere gratitude, or that he even believes this man to follow through on his word.]

But of course.

Good day Inspector, may you find her soon enough.

[Valjean is slightly startled to hear the man's wife referred to by her maiden name and not the name she had only taken from him a month earlier, but this is obviously not the time to bring up such a trivial matter.]

Have you any word on her location?

Not yet, [says Javert tightly, his eyes narrowing when he spots the familiar name on his caller ID. He presses his lips tightly together and frowns, unseen by his old enemy.]

You haven't spotted her recently, then.

No, I have not, but I will begin a search immediately. What districts have you covered?

Why?

[Valjean should be able to hear the deep frown in Javert's voice.]

--The Government District is cleared. And the village is leveled. Whatever bodies are left there will be discovered by the police.

[Why?! Should such a question even need to be answered?]

Then I will start in the Industrial.

[Don't be too offended by the question, Valjean. It is Javert's initial reaction to every offer of kindness you have made since the start.]

Then you will send for me if you discover something.

[A nod.]

Yes, immediately!

Last I saw her, she was safe and sound on the rooftop of my apartment building. [There's a pause there, as Desmond is not sure if he should add anything or not] She seemed concerned about you.

She lives last you saw! When? Did you take her there, like one of your apeish assassin friends??

Yeah, she was cold and wet, but kicking none the less. She seemed pretty concerned about you, though. [Even though she tried not to show it.

....Is he insulting his ancestors there? Those apeish men would have saved many if they had been there. But Desmond is just going to ignore that little jab]

No, I was setting up tents and provision all day for the people taking refuge here. A man dressed in military uniform brought Naomi here before he went looking for others. I'm assuming he was one of yours?

The army is not under my authority! [says Javert.] I may be an old soldier, but I have been a police officer for much longer.

[Though he does give a thoughtful, grim pause. He presses onward curtly,]

Was he an unshaved man? With hair as scraggy as his whiskers and a voice like a bear's?

Right. [Desmond sounds really convinced by this.

He thinks for a moment, trying to recall the face of the man that brought Naomi to the rooftop. He had barely noticed him, the army uniform the only thing he could distinctly remember.]

I think so?

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