Interest? No. But I have service to complete, and services I will do.
And I possess a decent library courtesy of Madame Fog on the laws, customs, history, and mythologies of Ryslig, as well as a rough catalogue of monsters and our ilk throughout the years. If it is relevant to your course. I mean to speak on the purposes of La Forteresse, and make it clear what it is erected to do.
Not to worry. I can manage a little sun. All I will need is time to plan.
[None of these dates make much difference to Javert, whose schedule is entirely dependent on who wants him where. He selects a time several weeks out, but not too close to the potential danger zone of the middle-of-the-month. Rather courteous of him, really; he has wisened too much to Ryslig's whims and wiles to know that he might be indisposed sometime in mid-June. A scoundrel would have intentionally picked one of those dates, knowing he'd get out of it.]
[Edgeworth would never take Javert for a scoundrel. He knows the vampire too well. They may not always see eyes-to-eye on everything, but Javert's got his own code of sorts. He's known people like Javert before, in both bad and good ways. Javert, however...he's his own man, or monster, or whatever he would like himself to be called. Edgeworth doesn't like to admit to thinking of people as puzzles, sometimes. People don't like to be solved. He just gathers his information and deduces.
People do so underestimate logic.]
Very well, then. If you need any assistance, you know where to find me. I'd be happy to provide any assistance.
[Another commitment for Javert's list. He isn't sure how he feels about it, when a part of him yearns for nothing else but to return to his office in the prison and sink his claws into Wegener's flesh. To prowl the city. To hunt.
He won't, of course. For the first time in many months he is actively and painfully getting back in touch with his fragmented human soul.]
That won't be needed. We shall meet at the date. I have plenty of tomes to assemble for the occasion.
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<PasUnPolicier>
Doctor Pierce sent me to you.
For sharing in your teaching duties.
<SignalRed>
<PasUnPolicier> Wow this got lost in my inbox
And I possess a decent library courtesy of Madame Fog on the laws, customs, history, and mythologies of Ryslig, as well as a rough catalogue of monsters and our ilk throughout the years. If it is relevant to your course. I mean to speak on the purposes of La Forteresse, and make it clear what it is erected to do.
<SignalRed>
<PasUnPolicier>
... He would. Javert arches his brow at the screen.]
I will prepare something. When is good?
<SignalRed>
Unfortunately, I don't have any classes after dusk.
<PasUnPolicier>
[None of these dates make much difference to Javert, whose schedule is entirely dependent on who wants him where. He selects a time several weeks out, but not too close to the potential danger zone of the middle-of-the-month. Rather courteous of him, really; he has wisened too much to Ryslig's whims and wiles to know that he might be indisposed sometime in mid-June. A scoundrel would have intentionally picked one of those dates, knowing he'd get out of it.]
<SignalRed>
People do so underestimate logic.]
Very well, then. If you need any assistance, you know where to find me. I'd be happy to provide any assistance.
<PasUnPolicier>
He won't, of course. For the first time in many months he is actively and painfully getting back in touch with his fragmented human soul.]
That won't be needed. We shall meet at the date. I have plenty of tomes to assemble for the occasion.
<SignalRed>