AU Javert and Valjean

[never_shall_yield]

 
Javert is out by the lake, sitting cross-legged on a rock, watching Valjean run round and around and around. He looks like he should definitely be made to get up and walk around or something, but he'll be back in the bar later for a drink.

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Valjean is, as mentioned, running. He was in the gym earlier, and he'll be wandering around outside later because he prefers that to being inside. It helps him forget he's locked in here. Botherable in any place.

Catch either one separately, or in the bar together later.



[OOC: Write-up here. Re-posting due to actually having brain and energy to RP for a bit tonight. Please forgive any slows that might occur, but all threads will be played out even if I disappear for a bit now and then. <3]

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

While Javert is sitting on his stone, and Valjean is running, there's a tall, hairy biker somewhere between the forge and the training grounds, tinkering with an off-road motorbike.

It's not Ragnar's regular bike, but he means to explore the mountains, so being a biker, he'll do it on a bike.

[never_shall_yield]

Javert has been lost in his own world since he came out here, but even he needs to move sometime. And the noise from the guy over there is distracting. Still, the only thing that gets him to move is an inner voice - someone else's - telling him he really shouldn't just sit and watch all day.

So, he gets up and stretches his back, then wanders in the direction of the motorbike. He stays back a bit though, just watching.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar is working happily, lost in his own world.

But he notices the guy watching.

"Hey," he says. "Do you ride?"

[never_shall_yield]

He shakes his head.

'No. Don't even drive a car.'

Still.

'It looks like quite a machine.'

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"No?" Ragnar says. "Well, if you live in a real city, you can do without cars and so. Not where I'm at."

He grins up at Javert.

"She's not meant to be comfortable or go far, she's for bad terrain where even the serious SUVs can't go. Straight up a mountain, that sort of thing. We've got some mountains here."

[street_sparrow]

Sparrow is about, wandering around outside to see if anything's changed since the last time he looked.

[ooc: up to you if they've met before - strike that now I've read your write-up again]

[never_shall_yield]

[OOC: Aye, they're new to everyone.]


He crosses Javert's eyeline once or twice as he follows the distant figure on his run. The third time, he blinks and then nods at the kid.

He's not comfortable with children generally, but this one looks to be only a few years younger than he is.

[street_sparrow]

He pauses, studies the - student? He looks like a student, for all his unfamiliar dress - and nods back.

"Afternoon."

[never_shall_yield]

Mostly a student. But dressed like one, yeah. Ancient jeans, battered old Converse. A T shirt which doesn't hide the dark pink scar around his throat.

'You new as well?'

[street_sparrow]

He doesn't comment on other people's scars if they don't comment on his.

"Nah, I've been coming in for years... how're you finding it?"

[not_his_pa]

(OOC: This William is from this Outlaw AU and I'm good with vaguely knowing each other in these versions or not, whatever works best for you.)

William hasn't been able to think of a plan yet so his rifle's in his room and he's walking around outside. When he tried reading, it kept reminding him of how badly the mess he's in can go.

At the moment, he's heading for the lake path as the water stretches and somehow makes him feel better. When he sees Valjean running towards him, he gets out of the way and nods.

[road_to_calvary]

[OOC: J/VJ are new to everyone in this version, but it's OK, Valjean's quick to talk to people. :)]


'Hey,' Valjean says, as he passes with a friendly nod in return.

Then he's gone for a while, because he's a fitness fanatic who can pretty much run all day. But he has been running for hours, so eventually he's back and stopped just a little way ahead, blowing out hard and walking around while he gets his breath back.

When he sees William again, he smiles and starts a gentle stretch.

'Nice day.'

[not_his_pa]

While he does like walking, William's impressed and a little stunned by how long Valjean is running, he knows its a modern thing but its weird, "Yeah, it is. How long have you been out here?"

[road_to_calvary]

'Uh. Don't know. What time is it?'

Valjean's been working out hard since he was a teenager. It's his therapy.

'And, hi.'

[not_his_pa]

He looks up at the sun since his watch isn't on Milliways' time, "Maybe around four o'clock. Hello."

[the_cupbearer]

[ ooc: I had to, I am so sorry. Also they can know each other or not, up to you! ]

Ganymede never runs when walking will accomplish the same purpose; he's outside barefoot, in dull blue trousers and a loose shirt, and the ever-present sash belted around his hips that can turn sharp in a second. And at the moment, he's manipulating a few whisperGems in his hand; golden eyes (yes, quite literally) sharp as he considers which if any to activate.

That's when he's rather distracted by the boy running past, and decides to ask the stationary one. "What is he doing?"

[never_shall_yield]

[OOC: Never ever apologise for this. *grin* J/VJ are new to everyone this week, so ...this'll be fun. :D]


'...running?'

Is this guy gold? Javert blinks at him, but not in a rude way. Just startled.

Because he looks gold.

'Y'know, for exercise.'

[the_cupbearer]

He is gold, hair and eyes at least. The marks of an Aureate, and he thinks nothing of it, and has all the palpable arrogance that comes with easy power.

"Does he not work for that?" he asks, puzzled. He isn't a fellow Gold, Ganymede is fairly sure.

[never_shall_yield]

'Work for what? I don't understand what you mean.'

The arrogance is easy to discern. As is the frankly ridiculous beauty of the guy. Javert catches himself staring, then pulls his gaze away and focuses back on Valjean.

'It's not work for him.'

[the_cupbearer]

"For exercise," he says. "He doesn't look like a highColor, so wouldn't he be working otherwise?"

[pro_patria_mortuus]

[OOC: y/n? :D For whichever you'd rather, if y.]

There's a young man out for a walk: young, androgynously pretty, extremely blond, and wearing the clothes of the early 19th century. He doesn't look as if he's strolling for diversion, or to admire the beauties of nature. Indeed, he hardly looks around him. He has a look of deep and fierce contemplation, while his legs carry him across the grass with a city-dweller's swift decision.

There's a brown and white eagle soaring above him, never getting far away.

[road_to_calvary]

[OOC: Y! Y Y Y ! :D Might bring Javert in in a bit if you're OK with that.]

Valjean is looking where he's going. Usually, if not right at this exact moment. Somewhere between one stride and then next, a bee flew into his face and he's distracted by trying to brush it away.

'Crap! Sorry.'

He doesn't actually bash into the blond guy, but has to twist himself a bit to avoid it.

[pro_patria_mortuus]

[OOC: Sure thing, if you like! Hee hee hee.]

The blond guy twists out of the way too, with visible surprise -- there's a certain air of being yanked forcibly out of his thoughts -- but also with agility.

"Pardon," he says, overlapping, and then waves the apology away. "No harm done."

Jeanne, above, circles lower, but doesn't alight just yet, or draw attention to herself. (Any more than an eagle circling very low draws attention anyway. Admittedly, that may be significant.) Even without her on his shoulder, Enjolras is a striking young man, and at Milliways probably more so given his dress. But he's looking at Valjean with the politeness of a complete stranger; there's no recognition here.

[road_to_calvary]

The bee is persistent, so Valjean has to stop for a while. And when its gone, his attention is caught by the eagle because yeah, that's a little unusual. So he stands and watches it, breathing hard from his run.

'That yours?' he asks. 'It's pretty.'

[pro_patria_mortuus]

Enjolras was about to move on, but the question draws him back.

"She," he says. "She's my daemon."

For a moment he'd assumed the bee was Valjean's daemon, but -- apparently not. So it's back to the peculiar experience of talking to a man like a corpse, and trusting that he has a daemon inside of him somehow, and trying to stop himself from always looking for it anyway and feeling faintly queasy when there's no daemon to be found.

They've met too many people who thought, in all well-meaning ignorance, that a daemon was like a pet somehow, and tried to babytalk or offered to pat her. At least an eagle doesn't come in for anywhere near as much of that as some of their friends' daemons; a hooked beak and fierce eyes warn people off more than a little chirping songbird. Still, Jeanne won't come down until matters have been clarified a little.