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[never_shall_yield]

 
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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[never_shall_yield]

He throws his hands up in something approaching despair.

'I am a grown man! I am in a magic bar supposedly at the end of all things, having a conversation about God and friendship with a purple horse.'

Does this not explain everything? It certainly makes him doubly wish he had managed to die when he tried.

'Go away. You are giving me a headache.'

Also a minor existential crisis.

[no_vampires_plz]

...oh, fine. Twilight turns to leave.

"I'm sorry to bother you," she says quietly. "And I'm sorry I can't convince you of something that's important to every other person I know."

[never_shall_yield]

'That does not make it important to everyone,' he says, stiffly.

It is mainly stiff to hide the relief that she is leaving.

'Good day to you.'