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[philosophe]

Characters: Combeferre, Enjolras, Jehan Prouvaire, Grantaire, and YOU probably!
Date: February 23
Location: A smallish cafe in the Wood sector!
Situation: Discussion of politics and philosophy and culture and possibly shenanigans, we never can tell with these guys.
Warnings/Rating: ...UH. G, maybe PG? Idek what they'll talk about.



[The cafe wasn't too far from their various tree-houses, reasonably priced and in a place where it could be easily found by passers-by. They had adopted it once they had all felt well enough to go wandering about their new home, it was comfortable and pleasant and very nearly reminded Combeferre of home. Certainly it would never be quite the same as the Musain, and he did not expect it to be.

But it would do, for now. So for the moment, he is quietly ensconced with his friends in a back corner. They are discussing things amongst themselves, waiting to see if anyone will accept Enjolras' offer and join them. Hopefully, this wouldn't turn out as horribly as Marius' introduction to Les Amis de l'ABC. That would remain to be seen. Suffice to say, if Combeferre recognizes anyone, he will be waving them over with a welcoming grin.]

Comments

[inseine]

Don't worry. I will respect your ensurance. Seems I missed your call to conference today. Otherwise it would not bother me to avoid Wood like a bad strain of cholera.

[Javert is abundantly aware of how these student rebels perceive him. If they way they received his first broadcast did not tip him off, the way they stared at him now certainly did. His gaze calmly darted between Enjolras, Combeferre, and the rest. Rather than chase him out, however, it had the rather indecent effect of inciting within him this bizarre inclination to take his sweet time.]

I don't know what other motives you think I would have. Come with the malicious intent of spilling coffee all over your debate papers? Or crashing a thrilling round of billiards with a winning strike? What a nuisance I am.

[idealisme]

[To refer to their presence as a disease, and then to mock the reason they are so hesitant of his presence is not something Enjolras will tolerate long. He takes an angered breath.]


The Revolution; the ideals of equality and education for all men are - were - ideals that we live our life by, and died for.

You may think your role as mouchard as nothing. But we, sir, will not so easily forget that it was you who came among us and would have betrayed us to the Guard, whether you are connected to the police force here or not.

[inseine]

All men die with their beliefs at their lips, [says Javert indifferently, tongue flapping before his brain cinches it closed. Wit and humor are his best defenses... or worst, depending on your perspective.] Or what is left of them, for what they are worth. That is unremarkable.

[Javert shakes his head, slowly, calmly, his lips planted to the lid of his coffee mug. Enjolras and his lieutenants died for idiocy, as far as Javert understood it. They threw their lives into the gutter, all at the behest of this idealistic young man who had not the foresight to realize that Parisians were tired of dying in the streets in some ill-conceived attempt to overthrow the state. And himself? It is not that he takes his role as a spy lightly; it is that he takes his whole self as nothing. His humor is just that: self-berating, dry, and dull. It lashes out just the same to all men and women he speaks with.

He sips. It is dark and bitter.]

Of course I do not think so, [says the mouchard in a smooth, sobered, unsullied undertone.] I do not expect you forget. I rather you didn't. I won't argue.

[Javert darts an intent glance at Enjolras. His bag crinkles a little. HIs fist shifts, but he has hardly moved a muscle throughout their entire exchange.]

Well, this is your territory. By your leave - will you tie me to another stake for my tongue? Or may I go?

[idealisme]

[Enjolras is tempted to retort, asking Javert what beliefs were on his lips as he died. He would do it spitingly- if the man will not stop belittling their gaols.

But there is no time to.]

It was not for your tongue we restrained you. You have said you are no threat, and we will hold you to your word.

[Enjolras will not give his permission, he will not play that role for Javert or anyone. He merely holds the man's gaze, not hiding the wariness in his eyes despite what he has said.]