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[junosteel]

Only if you want to. Aunamee is a dangerous person, and if he knew I asked you to do this--

[He stops, an incredulous expression on his face. It hits him like a sack of wet sand. Of course Javert wouldn't know. Aunamee wouldn't be one to tell him, and the people he's spoken to would assume the same, as well.]

You mean, you really don't know?

[He exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose.]

A year ago, Aunamee and another Fog follower slaughtered a hundred humans in some fucked-up ritual for the Fog God. To prove that they were willing to do it. Not for feeding, not for--God, I can't even think of a reason you'd need to kill a hundred fucking people. [He pauses, squeezing his eye shut.] He hasn't done anything like that since. Hopefully, he won't do anything like that again. But I doubt it.

[inseine]

[Javert sips. There is little other reaction in his face, beyond an inscrutable, hard flicker in his eye. Even that is nearly impossible to see, since his typically intense gaze is fixed squarely on a crack in the pavement.

He is not sure whether he feels compelled to laugh or to dry-heave. Of course Aunamee is fond of him; now that Javert knows what he is capable of, it reads like a mockery. Knowing the nature of the monster he aided at that ill-fated party, even if it was for his own ends, is a sickening thought. At least that proves he isn't totally lost to monstrosity, for whatever that is worth.]

It won't happen again.

[Javert cradles the cup in his lap.]

I shall watch him and interfere when I must.

[junosteel]

[It won't happen again. Juno's not sure whether Javert is referring to the tragedy he just mentioned, or whether he's implying that he won't collaborate with him again. Treading deeper into this line of thought would surely result in the vampire becoming even more prickly than before, so he quickly discards the thought for future consideration.]

Mhmm. But before you do that-- [He points towards the cold cup of blood in Javert's hands. His voice takes on a much more authoritative tone, something rarely heard even in the previous months Javert worked with Juno.] --drink. And get yourself a real meal after--we don't need any incidents when it comes to apprehending the poachers. Got it?

[inseine]

[Javert's eyes are hooded when he takes a final sip of his blood coffee. Juno is wise to use a tone of authority on him; he is naturally inclined to respond to authority, head bowed in respect. But if the detective hopes to find anything more than stony obedience, he has a challenge ahead of him. Javert does not bare his soul and his thoughts so easily, even when his emotions paint a rippling storm in his eyes.

He sluggishly rises to his feet and makes as if to leave. He pauses when a thought occurs to him, head tilted over his shoulder toward his boss.]

I am moving. My address will change, effective tomorrow.

[junosteel]

I'll make a note of it, then. Just message me it when you have time, and I'll go through and fix it on your paperwork.

[He doesn't move any closer to Javert--just crosses his arms and stares at him. His brow is furrowed.]

And I'll invite you back once I see that you've recovered and are fit to work. Not a second before that. Got it?

[inseine]

[Javert regards Juno silently. He clicks his heels together and makes a deep, stiff, proper bow.]

I shall continue to stay away until you deem me fit, or else dismiss me from service. Good evening to you, Monsieur.

[With that finished, he somberly melts away into the shadows. He is gone so quickly it's not clear if he has some sort of vampiric camouflage ability with the night, or if he simply drifted away with the fog.]