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[chose_death]

[Javert's cold, stern expression, resplendent with authority, appears on this video announcement. To those who know him there are two aspects of his personage that are immediately out of the ordinary: the first is his lack of top hat, which he never leaves home without. The second is the bright pink-and-orange cloth adorning his shoulders. What is

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[pugilistinpink]

[Judging from Javert's loud-coloured shirt, Mac supposes the guy is soaking up the sun and enjoying some time away from work; cops need vacations, after all.]

Actually, officer, somethin' a lil' weird happened not too long ago. This big guy with an eye-patch was givin' me the creeps. He didn't hurt me or nothin', but he came chargin' at me real fast n' I had t'get the heck outta the way. Think he wanted to punch me, iunno. [The kid rubs his head sheepishly after a moment, feeling vaguely responsible.] ...I was tryin' to explain t'him what boxin' was all about 'cause he didn't know, n' I think he took it real seriously.

[chose_death]

[An indecipherable flicker passes through Inspector Javert's eyes, but before Mac could even begin to comprehend what it could mean, it is gone. Javert regards Mac calmly and critically. He has carefully absorbed every word despite Mac's less-than-proper accent.]

This concerns me, I think, [remarks Javert slowly and thoughtfully. He raises his chin just a little higher.]

You will speak a full report with the central police headquarters. It is in the Government District, central sector. Request the attention of Chief Inspector Javert and Prosecutor von Karma. It will receive proper attention.

[pugilistinpink]

So I can jus' walk in anytime n' ask for one of 'em when I'm there?

[chose_death]

No. You did not hear me properly. It is difficult to arrange a lengthy meeting with these fellows. Time is very short.

It is the reception at the front that will take your report. The officers there will handle you correctly, but you must follow my instructions.

I swear to you I will see your report myself.

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[selfmotivations]

[He's been thinking about this for some time, more or less since his arrival. There's hardly a HeroTV here to go to, after all, but there remains a need for money (and, perhaps, a need to protect). His conversation with the Chief Prosecutor only encouraged him, and this seems to be the perfect opportunity.]

Is there anything specifically that you look for in applicants, Chief Inspector? Or the applications themselves?

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[chose_death]

[The Chief Inspector appraises this effeminate man with a nonplussed expression.]

The quickest way to find out is to submit your own application, [he says curtly, a hint of a French accent detectable in that cold, imperious voice.] Do you intend to?

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[selfmotivations]

[wow Javert some of us keep our hair in check okok.

STILL, he doesn't seem perturbed by the Inspector's manner, or his hideous clothing. Instead, he gives a nod, equally curt - though perhaps more respectful.]

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[chose_death]

Then I suspect we shall get acquainted soon. [That scrutinizing gaze of his is powerful enough to burn holes through tarp.] What do you call yourself?

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[unsureazure]

[One of his detectives is having a problem with this call, and it isn't the Inspector's crime to fashion. Though that might take some getting used to... Which would probably not be possible unless she had some shades to block the brightly-colored tackiness.]

... Just men, sir?

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[chose_death]

[Javert chides Noel dismissively with a sharp tsk, a click of his tongue.]

Don't let's be ridiculous, Vermillion. Women have their uses in the service. You are evidence of that.

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[unsureazure]

[Now, Noel nearly felt embarrassed by her mistake, not being the brightest crayon in the box and all. However, his last statement actually surprised her. She never had been acknowledged by her division back home, so she couldn't help but feel pleased by that tiny praise.]

Ah, thank you, Inspector! I really try my best. I apologize for the misunderstanding.

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[chose_death]

[Javert's eyes roll toward the ceiling.]

Resume your post, then, [he suggests curtly.] Before I am convinced to retract the compliment.

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[furorimperator]

Inspector. I've a matter to be discussed with you.

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[chose_death]

What is it, Sephiroth? Is it a secret matter?

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[furorimperator]

Not of the catastrophe type, Inspector, but it is indeed a matter I wished to discuss privately with you before execution.

It has come to my attention that a good many "dreamers" here, or otherworldy citizens, if you will, possess abilities far above the norm. In light of recent events, such individuals will be useful provided they can be initiated into service.

It is my plan to recruit as many of these as possible, diving them into squads based on ability and talent. Disasters will go much smoother if we have a more cohesive understanding of each other's strengths and weaknesses; indeed, I've spent my entire career doing the exact same thing.

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[chose_death]

I am aware of a certain degree of these abilities. Your idea is meritable. But I also want one central unit with elements of each 'talent,' or complimentary talents. That way each man will have his cover with another. Separation by ability may be useful, but coordination and organization is better.

Write a memo and a report with this plan to M. Snake and me. Do you have a catalog of abilities for your team?

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[willkill4candy]

...Recent events? [ he's new and has no clue what's going on. ]

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[chose_death]

This is a new one, then, [Javert murmurs mysteriously, his eyes steady and cold. Those are a pair of eyes that do not miss a tic.] You will discover for yourself soon enough.

[And then he curtly barks a question of his own:]

How long has it been since your arrival here?

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[willkill4candy]

[ Itachi's ruby red eyes stare straight into the screen. ]

Two days ago.

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[chose_death]

Very new, [remarks Javert through his teeth. Those red eyes, though unusual and (in his experience) the mark of a man with something dreadful to hide, are not enough to rattle an unflappable, cold and poised man such as the Inspector. He meets that gaze steadily with his gray irises.] But it is that time, after all.

There was some disordered rioting of sorts, a group of like-dressed scoundrels making an ugly scene. The danger is already past. The month is a new one. Don't concern yourself about it now.