[His guard is up, and it only rises with each moment that passes. As Javert's gaze bores into him, Marco weighs his options. Stopping time - there's always that. Can the Fog's priests do anything to counter it? There's a strong possibility that they can. If they can't, what does he do with it? Take the opportunity to hurl Javert outside? That wouldn't keep him out. But physical confrontation has never suited Marco. Would Javert be vulnerable to his voice in the slightest, he wonders? Could he simply lull him away? But that wouldn't do any good when it comes to the man's suspicions - no, it would only make them worse, delay the problem instead of solving it--
And then the unbearable tension fades away, slips outside through the walls along with the fog. It's sudden enough that, for a second, Marco could swear his lungs ceased to work.
I'm capable of reason, he says.
... Marco takes a deep breath. That is good.]
If you've never wondered about the stars yourself, not even in your old life, I don't expect you to understand. [Marco speaks like he isn't quite done deflating yet; he crosses his arms to conceal a slight tremor in his hands.] Some people value curiosity as much as you value order.
[If Javert is interested in the personal touches of a home well lived in, he'll have plenty to see yet. There isn't much else that's obvious aside from that.
Technically, even the odd roomba sliding across the floor counts as that.]
Curiosity, and that's it, [Javert repeats heavily, a like a rock plopping through still waters.] You would swear it?
[Javert's eyes follow the roomba as it putters about the floor. He has no idea what it is, and if Marco's watching closely, he'll witness a vampire neatly sidestepping to avoid touching the thing as it slowly approaches him. He smooths his coat.]
Well. I shall have to hear for myself if the rest of the crew reports the same story. I have plenty of names. Saint-Germain, Kaito, Joestar, BlueBlur Sonic the Blue Metal Boy. Atem.
[That last name puzzles him. The rest? Not surprising. Especially the Sonic kid, who seemed intent on blasting out of Ryslig from the day he popped in, and quite loudly, he may add.
Javert raises his head from the roomba when it finally putters away.]
At ease, Evangelisti. The hard question is over, and I have nothing to confiscate from your personal portraits and your husband's engineering marvels. The only other matter I would like to know is this:
Who would you say led the operation, ground-side and up in the air? They concern me most of all.
That's it, [Marco echoes in turn, the weight of his voice so tangible that he's nearly recovered his center of balance.
... The way Javert seems almost cowed by a roomba also helps, he has to admit. It even factors, to an extent, into Marco's decision to volunteer the information he's requesting now - Javert already has names, and it seems his investigation is ruled by logic, albeit misguided, rather than fanaticism.
There should be no harm in telling him this.]
Saint-Germain and Kaito, respectively. Kaito is... I'm not sure if he's... alive, yet. You may have to wait to talk to him.
I can wait, [Javert remarks, calmly and coldly. He straightens the lapels of his coat, smooths down any wrinkles that might have occurred with the cold, damp influx of Fog. He steps carefully back to the door, giving the room a final sweep for anything obviously suspicious.
Upon finding nothing, he says,]
Thank you, Evangelisti. You have been most cooperative. That will be all, unless the accounts from the rest of the team give me cause to return. I will leave you and your husband to your evening, then. Ah... Do send him my regards, will you? He is a decent enough snake.
[He tips his hat curtly and pries open the door, ready to disappear into the thinly-fogged night.]
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And then the unbearable tension fades away, slips outside through the walls along with the fog. It's sudden enough that, for a second, Marco could swear his lungs ceased to work.
I'm capable of reason, he says.
... Marco takes a deep breath. That is good.]
If you've never wondered about the stars yourself, not even in your old life, I don't expect you to understand. [Marco speaks like he isn't quite done deflating yet; he crosses his arms to conceal a slight tremor in his hands.] Some people value curiosity as much as you value order.
[If Javert is interested in the personal touches of a home well lived in, he'll have plenty to see yet. There isn't much else that's obvious aside from that.
Technically, even the odd roomba sliding across the floor counts as that.]
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[Javert's eyes follow the roomba as it putters about the floor. He has no idea what it is, and if Marco's watching closely, he'll witness a vampire neatly sidestepping to avoid touching the thing as it slowly approaches him. He smooths his coat.]
Well. I shall have to hear for myself if the rest of the crew reports the same story. I have plenty of names. Saint-Germain, Kaito, Joestar, BlueBlur Sonic the Blue Metal Boy. Atem.
[That last name puzzles him. The rest? Not surprising. Especially the Sonic kid, who seemed intent on blasting out of Ryslig from the day he popped in, and quite loudly, he may add.
Javert raises his head from the roomba when it finally putters away.]
At ease, Evangelisti. The hard question is over, and I have nothing to confiscate from your personal portraits and your husband's engineering marvels. The only other matter I would like to know is this:
Who would you say led the operation, ground-side and up in the air? They concern me most of all.
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... The way Javert seems almost cowed by a roomba also helps, he has to admit. It even factors, to an extent, into Marco's decision to volunteer the information he's requesting now - Javert already has names, and it seems his investigation is ruled by logic, albeit misguided, rather than fanaticism.
There should be no harm in telling him this.]
Saint-Germain and Kaito, respectively. Kaito is... I'm not sure if he's... alive, yet. You may have to wait to talk to him.
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Upon finding nothing, he says,]
Thank you, Evangelisti. You have been most cooperative. That will be all, unless the accounts from the rest of the team give me cause to return. I will leave you and your husband to your evening, then. Ah... Do send him my regards, will you? He is a decent enough snake.
[He tips his hat curtly and pries open the door, ready to disappear into the thinly-fogged night.]