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worthallthis) wrote2019-08-30 01:37 pm
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IC Inbox: In the Night
[There is no message for the voice inbox. Just a beep.]
worthallthis) wrote2019-08-30 01:37 pm
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( That's the word Soldat uses. Javert has had his moments when he's frozen up before, when he's so overwhelmed with emotion that his mind shuts down, but never anything like this. )
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[HYDRA could have done any number of things, conditioned any number of responses, and they wouldn't know until they ran head-first into it. The very idea is frustrating. (More frustrating than frightening, which... ain't that somethin'.)]
I don't know if there's a way around it. Might have to stay at long range if they're involved.
[Except last time they tried that, it went pretty badly, too.]
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( Perhaps that is the only solution. If Soldat isn't going to be able to fight them, then there is little point in allowing him to do so. It's a pragmatic decision, but that's not the only reason Javert seems receptive to it. He looks down, then back up, the sternness in his posture fading slightly. )
I would not begrudge you for doing so. You've been through enough.
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I can't stand around and do nothing. If other people are going into danger and I can help.
[But they sound unsure, too. Not because they think they deserve a break, but because they're afraid of being useless. Being a liability. Unable to protect people.]
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( There's a part of him that almost wants to go up to Soldat, take him by the shoulders and shake him. Of all the people in Beacon that should think themselves useless, he is one of the last. He wishes that he could make him see that, but he's not so good at expressing it. )
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Getting Soldat to the point where they can view themselves as more than what they can do for people will take a little more doing, but everyone who acts like they have more worth than their purpose is a nudge in the right direction.]
If I can't. Twice a week isn't enough. And more people should come.
[Maybe this mess will make more people take to the training. More people come to practice. Of course, the siege didn't... so who knows.]
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( He asks, and his tone quite sincere. He and Jason and Soldat have been doing this since the beginning, and Javert values their input in this as much as he does their help. It's something he's been pondering for a while, and to hear it echoed back at him is somewhat of a relief. )
We can meet more often, if that would satisfy you. I cannot mandate that people attend, however.
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I know. I. Know.
[They look aside, embarrassed, but answers anyway.]
Three times a week. Add Mondays. I'm there already, anyway. Maybe we can talk to people, explain the need.
[A pause, and then:]
We can do it better than those Wild Hunt people did it, too.
[Soldat has heard about the training thing. Soldat is maybe a little offended, largely on Javert's behalf (and sure, a little on their own).]
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That would not be difficult.
( It isn't so much the training irritates him. It's the fact that the Wild Hunt seemed to think that they needed it, as if Javert, Jason, and Soldat's training hasn't been enough. How did they think their group survived this long, fighting against the spirits? It's insulting, and Javert can be quite spiteful when the mood takes him. )
We would have rescued you a day sooner had they not insisting on their pointless training.
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[Check it out, Javert. Soldat is capable of sarcasm, albeit just a little bit.]
Must not be watching us as close as they thought. A lot of us can fight just fine already, anyway.
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( He turns his head. It's becoming quite difficult for Javert not to smirk, listening to Soldat's reassurances and sarcasm. He's none too worried about the Wild Hunt. Perhaps they could prove themselves useful, if they played their cards right. As for his other suggestion, Javert considers it silently. )
Perhaps we can begin thrice weekly training, then, once you and the others have recovered. How do you feel?
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I've been better. But I am recovering.
[Hmm. They add,]
I should be healed enough by Friday to teach at the classes again.
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( It sounds like a warning, but Javert only means it out of concern. He should probably be taking his own advice, considering how beaten and sore his body is, and how slow his gait, but he cannot stand to remain idle for much longer.
He draws himself abruptly from the couch, disappearing silently toward the kitchenette. A few moments later, he returns with a mug of coffee. It doesn't seem as if he brewed it all that long ago, as the steam rolling off of it is still warm. He offers it out to Soldat, huffing a little, )
Drink that, at least. If you must insist on tending to me, then I should be allowed the same.
( It may not be much but. He's trying. )
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Of course, sir. I won't even complain.
[They're very familiar with Misty needing to fuss, and after the last couple visits from Javert, they're starting to get a feel for his form of fussing. It's sweet, if much more gruff than Misty's or Sora's, or their own.]