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Javert is in his normal back corner of the bar. It was pouring rain when he finished in the forge for the day, so he came here instead of going out into the woods. He is surrounded by paper, and the odd ruler, and he is drawing something with precision on one sheet - only to finish it, shake his head and toss it away, before taking a new piece and starting again.

This looks like it has been going on for some time, and may continue the rest of the day. And possibly night. A distraction before his hand falls off would perhaps be welcome.

[OOC: Open UNTIL THE END OF TIME. Or next Wednesday. Whichever comes first. <3

ETA: YOU FABULOUS PEOPLE. *flings love at* I must crash, but it's been a blast. Am around all day tomorrow to continue. <3]

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"They same reason you speak like a pony?" she counters. "All ponies can talk, in my world."

His eyebrows shoot up so fast they almost get lost in his hairline.

'I am not speaking like a pony.'

"And I'm not speaking like a human. So there you go."

He scowls again.

'You are,' he mutters, trying not to appear flustered.

'You sound like a young girl. Are you a girl?'

"I'm a mare, yes. My name's Twilight Sparkle." She extends one hoof as a human might extend a hand for a handshake. "What's yours?"

He stares at that, too.

'I am Javert.'

Is he supposed to touch the hoof? He only touches hooves when he is picking them out, or cleaning the outside.

He inclines his head instead, but only because his initial reaction may, to some people, have been considered rude.

After a few moments of awkward silence, she sheepishly lowers her hoof again.

"So, um, you said you were drawing a church?"

'Yes.'

'...I suppose horses do not go to church.'

"Nnnnot as such, no," she admits. "What's it like?"

He is not surprised. It still casts a further negative image on her.

'It is like...going to church.'

What else is there to compare it to?

'Do you not believe in God, then? You must believe in something. Everyone does, if they are decent.'

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She hesitates. "We... don't really have 'gods' in the same sense that humans do. We believe in the Princesses, and the world, and that it's everypony's job to keep it in balance."

'Princesses?'

He envisions some of the princesses of France. No...no one should worship them, and this coming from a Royalist.

'Balance. Well, that is something. Disruption of the normality of things is to be avoided, of course.'

"Princess Luna and Celestia," explains Twilight. "They control the sun and moon."

It is all he can do not to sneer.

Indeed, he does not manage not to.

'Is that so?'

"Mm-hm!" She nods cheerfully, seemingly oblivious to Javert's contempt. "Of course, while Luna was banished, Princess Celestia had to move the sun and the moon all by herself, but that's over now."

'Horses. Pushing the sun and the moon.'

He snorts.

'Are they made of hay?'

"What? No! They don't push the sun and moon, they move them with magic."

Once again, he is forced to stare. And then bursts into an indignant sound, which also manages to be a sneer.

'But of course they do. I am ridiculous for not considering it immediately.'

Twilight does not share your amusement.

"Why, what does your 'god' do?"

His eyes narrow.

'What do you mean, what does He do? He is God. He is everywhere, He created everything. What sort of question is that?'

And he does believe it, even if his relationship with the Almighty makes him a little uncomfortable at present.

"What does He look like?" Twilight presses.

'How should I know that?' he says, stiffly.

'Even if He walked among us, the eyes of man would not be worthy to look upon Him.'

Surely this should be obvious?

"But you just said He's everywhere," she points out. "Doesn't that mean He walks among you by definition?"

'It is like speaking to a child!' he bursts out.

'Of course He is everywhere, but that does not mean he is visible. He is in everything He has created. We walk through his artistry, and must thank him for it every day.'

Never mind that he has never noticed much beauty around him in his life - but there, he was born to serve, not to appreciate objects like a weak-minded fool.

'He gave us the world, and then He gave his son, who died for our sins. What have your gods given?'

"The sun. The moon. Harmony. Freedom from Discord's rule," says Twilight, unmoved. "And speaking personally, Princess Celestia gave me an understanding of the value of friendship."