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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[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.]