VOICE ✍ 005

[inseine]

[It is mid-morning, approaching the afternoon, when Javert makes this mysterious announcement. There is no context, no emotional inflection in his cold and indifferent voice, and no further explanation offered.

It is also interesting to note for his superiors that he has not come into police headquarters today. All he has done is sent a simple, succinct message to his administrative coordinater: Inspector Javert will not be in today.]

Doctor Naomi Hunter's [--and that he says with a strange emphasis--] laboratory and clinic are closed to the public. All of you patients must have received referrals from her recently. It is suggested that you use them indefinitely.

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[willwalkforever.livejournal.com]

[ This is a face D hasn't seen in awhile, but... here he is. For some reason, he feels as if he should speak to him. ]

...Inspector. [ His normally blank voice holds a hint of concern for the old man. ]

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

[There is a lengthy, silent pause before Javert responds with the same dearth of emotion exhibited in his voice bulletin.]

I remember you. So you have returned, D. [Another pause, followed by a hasty assumption:] If you wish to reapply you must send your paperwork to Mademoiselle von Karma this time.

[willwalkforever.livejournal.com]

...Reapply.... ah. [ A bit of hesitance, then a reply. ]

I just thought I should speak with you. Its been some time.

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

... Indeed.

[Some time has passed since they have last spoken, D. And many events have occurred, as well, the most significant of which has just transpired last night.]

Well. [His voice is even, flat, and cold.] You've got me here, now. Speak.

[willwalkforever.livejournal.com]

...I could only sound as you do... if it involved Takuma. [ Or even Sasuke, at this point. ]

What happened.

[alphaophiuchi]

voice

[he doesn't really like the sound of any of that, particularly the use of Naomi's maiden name. So for once, Draco is almost firm when he calls Javert up on the matter.]

What happened to her?

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

Who is asking? [comes the sharp, bone-dry response.] The Malfoy boy? It is you, isn't it?

I know she enjoyed your ... friendship. Even if you are just a boy.

[alphaophiuchi]

Draco, yes. [he'll ignore that 'boy' bit, especially if it gets him the answer he wants.]

I'm glad to hear it. Pray tell why she can't tell me that herself, sir?

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

[Javert doesn't seem to hear Draco. Rather, he is muttering in rapid-fire French under his breath, and to the boy it should sound like little more than a string of indistinct nasal syllables. One gets the impression he is speaking to something, but without any video, it is difficult to say whether the words are meant for Draco, for himself, or for something else entirely.

... Perhaps the good Inspector has finally taking a teetering dip off the cliff of his sanity. Strange how the translator isn't picking up on this at all. Judging by the impassive tone of voice, he doesn't seem completely conscious of what he is doing.]

Avez-vous un costume noir? Autre que ces robes.

[alphaophiuchi]

[it's a good thing his father taught him French at a young age; admittedly, he's not used to a native French-speaker's tones, nor has he spoken in a while. Even when conversing, most vocabulary comes with difficulty.

[He's about to reply, but the last phrase doesn't sound like it's directed at him.]

Sir?

[i-love-head.livejournal.com]

[Voice]

[Seiji found out about the lab being closed the hard way -- coming in to work in the morning and not being able to get in. Very concerning.]

Closed for what? Did something happen?

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

Who are you? A patient?

I am no physician. But I will give you a reference if you require it.

[i-love-head.livejournal.com]

[Voice]

I'm her lab assistant. If she's still seeing people she'll need help.

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

She will not be. That is clear.

[He adds in a hiss, under his breath,]

The lab assistant! Yes, I remember. She has mentioned one occasionally...

[i-love-head.livejournal.com]

[Voice]

[Ooookay, the whispering is fishy. Just what the hell...]

Well, does she need me for anything? If something's going on I want to know.

[prosecutes]

[Edgeworth does not know enough about the personal lives of Naomi or Javert to draw any well-supported conclusions about this. All he has is the information presented to him now, in addition to that which he's been told by Franziska recently. The logical conclusion here is that his Chief Inspector's recent absences are a result of problems at home, perhaps something regarding his wife.

Maybe Naomi is simply going out of business, maybe it's something a whole lot worse. There's no reason to assume anything just yet.]

Is everything well, Inspector?

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

That depends, [Javert concedes after some radio silence.] On what you mean, Monsieur.

--My health is decent. I will make up my hours shortly.

[prosecutes]

It sounds as though your wife has fallen ill.

[It may be good to hear that Javert himself is doing well, but it's the way he's dodging the question that worries Edgeworth. Hearing a serious statement from the Inspector is one thing, but the grave undertones of the announcement are worrisome. The finer details of whatever may be occurring now are none of the prosecutor's business, but if it is something he should be aware of, he will listen.]

Will you be requesting more time off? It remains an option if necessary.

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

No. [Javert's voice is extremely tense and tight, and he takes a breath to retain that careful control for which he is well-known.] No. I will be in. I must come in, Monsieur.

The only time I will need is on Tuesday.

[prosecutes]

[That's it, then. Even though he has a hunch that this is more serious than he had initially estimated, Edgeworth presses no further. He trusts that Inspector Javert will let him know of anything that he truly must know.]

Very well, I'll see to it that the necessary arrangements are made for your absence on Tuesday.

[phantomfenton.livejournal.com]

Is there some reason why it's closing?

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

[Javert knows that voice.

There is a stretch of silence from Javert's end of the line. He knows that the Fenton boy dissolved from Somarium for a time. What were the chances that he remembered his previous day?

Apparently, very little, judging by the Inspector's intuition and Danny's absolutely clueless tone. But there is still that chance... And his intuition has been wrong on occasion, hasn't it?]

She won't be using it again, [he says grimly and bluntly.] And I have no practical use for a laboratory. I am a police officer, not a physician.

[phantomfenton.livejournal.com]

*Danny's brow furrows.* What do you mean she won't be using it again?

Has something happened to her?

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

Apparently, [murmurs Javert carefully,] or I would not close it in her place.

Why does it matter to you? [he asks abruptly. The man has a purpose, each syllable spoken with a special emphasis. Danny may get the impression that this deep-voiced fellow is testing him.] Did you know her well?

[phantomfenton.livejournal.com]

*Danny senses the pressure right off, and his gaze slips away for a moment, as though he were wishing he could avoid the scrutiny as easily as Javert's gaze.* Well--not well, exactly.

I mean--I know I used to, and I talked with her when I got here. My memories are still just kind of a little hazy, that's all.

What happened to her? Can I talk with her? Is-- *Danny falters.* Is she still on the list?