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[never_shall_yield]

 
The door opens to show fields, and a blue sky that goes on forever. Javert stands on the threshold - rough workman's clothes, pitchfork in hand - and contemplates the view in front of him. Then he steps back, and is gone as he closes it behind him.

Maybe twenty minutes later, it opens again. It is dusk on the outside, and Javert has a rag in his hands this time, wiping dirt away. He sighs quietly, and says 'very well' to himself. His trepidation is obvious when he steps inside and closes the door, because he immediately tests to see if he can open it again. Perhaps his relief is just as clear when it seems he is not to be locked in this time.

He asks for a newspaper at the bar. When he learns the date, he asks it to be taken away. There is no expression on his face, and he does not look around to see if there is anyone he knows. He simply picks up his coffee and walks out of the back door, down to the lake to look over the water.



[OOC: Available in the bar, or outside. Open all weekend! <3]

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gahh..took longer than I thought

[lt_blade]

Sonya's outside by the lake as well, twisting a flat stone around her fingers. Between work, the dreams, and what she found out about Lecter. One of the guys started teaching her some kung fu katas, but even while she had energy to burn, she wanted to be able to think as well.

When she sees Javert walk by, she gives him a nod. She's heard what happened to him, atleast enough to get an idea. There's some relief in seeing that he's well. "Morning."

[ostro_goth]

There is smoke coming from the forge; and after a while, Teja emerges to fetch water.

He sees Javert, and turns towards him instead.

"Greetings, Javert!" Teja says. He looks almost pleased, if Teja ever looks truly pleased. "It is good to see you. Many were worried about whatever fate befell you."

[never_shall_yield]

Javert turns his head as though pulled from a reverie, and looks at Teja as though hardly knows him. It is nothing personal. Simply that a lot has happened, and he is wary of what this place might inflict on him this time.

'Monsieur,' he says, and inclines his head briefly.

He did not consider anyone might looked pleased to see him, but then, he has not considered such things at all.

[ostro_goth]

Teja looks back at him, studying Javert's face as he speaks

"How long has it been, for you, since you were here?" he asks.

It might be years; who knows, all this might be water long gone under the bridge.

[street_sparrow]

Gavroche approaches and stands quietly for a few moments, studying him.

"You're looking... well."

[never_shall_yield]

Aware of being studied, Javert does nothing at all. He watches the water, he drinks some coffee.

Eventually, he says, 'I am not dead, if that is what you are asking.'

[street_sparrow]

"I thought not." He smiles slightly. "And you've found work?"

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko is, typically, a very early riser. She is also typically a runner when she can't sleep--which is basically all the time--but sometimes, swimming suits her fine, too. It suits her gauntlets less fine, but that would be why they're carefully taken off and laid on a rock with her clothes.

"So you did come back," she says amicably enough. "Good job."

[never_shall_yield]

He closes his eyes briefly. Ah, Milliways. Always ready to be uncomfortable.

'I did not have a choice.'

At least his worry about seeing unclothed women is now restricted entirely to propriety. He lets the thought cross his mind, and then disappear.

[electro_kinetic]

In her defense she's wearing a mid-sleeve rashguard, so from the waist up--which is all people usually look at--she's as covered as if she were wearing a shirt.

"You could have closed the door."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen's been coming to the Bar after work with the slowly growing community in Lacuna, not so much to drink as to get some breathing space before going back home for the evening. She was in the process of heading outside with Dogmeat; at the passing of a vaguely familiar figure she looks up. "Oh!" she says. "Hello there- it's been a while, hasn't it?"

[never_shall_yield]

He stops, and pulls his gaze towards her.

'Madame.'

His voice is quiet, polite. Distant, but perhaps that is not strange.

'Yes. It has been a while.'

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen smiles. "How have you been?" she says. "Or should I not ask?"

Hey, if he left without telling people, and if he's been busy out there, it might not be something he wants to talk about. She's aware of that.

[starrydome]

Elrond is walking along the water, slowly and thoughtfully .

When he sees Javert, he lifts an arm in greeting, not unlike the last time he saw him. To acknowledge or not, as it suits the Man.

[never_shall_yield]

The movement catches Javert's eye, and pulls him out of a reverie. He nods in response, a little cautiously.

[starrydome]

Elrond walks a little closer.

The Man looks as if he has been unwell, judging from the colour of his skin and the way he holds himself. But on the mend, he'd guess.
So he merely smiles and says, "Well met, Javert."

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy spots Javert as he's going out the back door, and knocks his tea over the table in his attempt to go after him.

"Javert?"

He darts out the back door.

[never_shall_yield]

He does not stop walking. He is in something of a world of his own - entirely on purpose, because he does not want the bar to touch him. Only when he is outside, with fresh air all around, does he turn his head to show that he heard.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy catches up with him, panting slightly.

"Hey." he says, catching his breath. "Are you okay? You didn't, um, die or anything?"

[witchfinder_general]

A little bit later, as Javert is still standing out by the lake, Father Harman turns up from the direction of the woods. As it is warm now, he is no longer wearing his long dark coat, but instead a simple black shirt with a modern, simplified version of the Jesuit insignia Javert might know from his time.

All in all, he is just a middle-aged man taking a walk; but when he sees Javert, he turns sharply in his path and comes over.

"Good afternoon, Monsieur Javert," he says. "I'm very glad to see you."

[never_shall_yield]

'Good afternoon, Father.'

He does not look very glad to be back, but he manages a smile for the priest.

'Are you well?'

[theunsmiling]

There's the sound of wingbeats, either from something large very high up in the sky, or a small bird very near to hand.

Several feet away stands a woman, barefoot, wearing old jeans and a gray T-shirt that reads 'Don't want to don't have to, I'm Michael'.

"Lost in thought?"

[never_shall_yield]

He was.

Then there were wingbeats.

And now there is a woman.

(Javert may be staring a bit.)