ryslig ic inbox

[junosteel]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, JUNO STEEL. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 010.21.140.15 *** juno has joined 010.21.140.15 <juno> this is juno steel. leave a message if you want to talk. <juno> for business inquiries, please schedule an appointment to meet at my office in downtown bavan. <juno> don't contact me if it's not important.

Comments

[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.]