That'll be all, chief. I'll keep you updated if I hear anything else I'd classify as hot gossip ;)
see you tonight.
[Getting there is absolutely, completely, painfully- a struggle. Leo has to pick over directions and maps before he does figure out just where he's headed.
Even with the struggle, Leo does make it there at the appointed time. He doesn't outwardly advertise it, but he has a few kunai tucked in the pouches he wears on his belt. He feels safer having them on hand.
In the darkness the markings on his face, arms, legs and shell glow. Given he's a mermaid, it could easily just be some bioluminescence at work. He walks up casually to Javert, his singular hand tucked in his belt.]
[A grunt from the dark, tall shape standing at the cragged edge.]
It is a city, much the same as any other. Where wicked men go to get lost in the throngs, and hope their scent is lost to the street-stench.
[Javert turns from the view. Or rather, from stargazing, his eyes cast upon the skies and not the twinkling city skyline below.
When he looks upon 'TheCoolestTurtle' Leonardo, he feels quite sure that he has seen this boy before. He cannot place where, or how; these details slip his mind, but the bioluminescence of a sea creature casts a vivid picture in his head. Wasn't he taller than this, with more intact limbs? Javert frowns as he mulls over the itch he cannot quite scratch.
(Later, when next he shuts his eyes and meditates in his Dyster bed, he will remember it was a cat-eye's perspective that he last saw TheCoolestTurtle. Moineau the white fuzzball is to thank for his skewed image.)
He bows a greeting, his glance pitched pointedly toward the missing limb. His jaw tightens at the sight, grim, calculating, as he wonders where that might have floundered off to.]
Monsieur CoolestTurtle in the flesh. [Most of him.] Let's walk, and we shall speak more along the way. I want to cover the same ground you did when you overheard. Is that an agreeable start for you?
[Javert is both what Leo expected and not quite all the same. The man has an imposing air about him. Carries himself with dignity and power. He also stands out given his state of dress, a bit more old fashioned than how most residents of the pennisula carry themselves.
The man is as poetic as expected too.
Leo bows with a bit more theatrics in tow, bouncing back to his full height after a moment. He pretends he doesn't see the pointed glance at his missing arm. The arm has healed over by now, but looks like someone chewed one part off at the elbow.]
Works just fine for me, the city is going to probably be just as active as it was when I popped in. [Not like he has a curfew or anywhere to really be.] The market place was where it started, so, plenty of bustle to observe.
[Javert's pinched mouth twists into a carefully bland, neutral line. He averts his gaze from the chewed-off arm toward the city, and makes a sharp about-face to begin his brisk march onward. He fully expects Leonardo to scurry after him, though with his natural swift gait, his pace is a challenge to match.]
The market place. 'Round the fishing docks and the Bed and Crabfest, I imagine, [he returns over his shoulder, cold and calm.] They know me there. That complicates matters. You, though.
[And he pauses in his brisk walk to scrutinize Leonardo full in the eye. Like he's searching for something, brows knitted.]
Did they witness your face, when you overheard their shameless ideas?
You're a hard to miss kinda guy, reputation proceeds you, yadda yadda. [He flaps his hand back absently. Leo is doing his best to keep up, at least practiced in the art of keeping pace due to having so many siblings.]
I'm kinda hard to miss [Look at him, Javert. He skids to a stop as the man pauses his walk to stare at the turtle.] but, no, as far as I know they only saw the back of me.
[A contraction pulses upon Javert's face. Something is brewing behind that baleful, dark look in his eye, and if his reputation and capacity for brutish action precedes him, well... it was unlikely to be anything good. The Fog's tendrils curl around him with a curiosity akin to a spunky familiar, stroking a cheek, and turning to extend a pointed wisp in Leonardo's direction.
He slowly paces to Leonardo's back and stops a yard or two away, his claws sinking into his side-whiskers. He retreats into his imagination, fingers twisting at the thick hair growth, eyes tracing a scene visible only to his mind.
At length, he makes a rough, queer-sounding bark. A spark alights in his blood-red irises, a plan springing to life.]
The back! It is recognizable enough to work. You did not stick around long enough to see out their plans, I imagine, or to taunt them with your finely-polished shell?
[He resumes his walk at a clip, this time coaxing Leonardo closer with a hand pressed flat on his back. It is conspiratorial, close enough for them to put their heads together and murmur, should they wish it.]
I want you to meet someone, a dutiful fellow. We shall use him to our advantage tonight.
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That'll be all, chief. I'll keep you updated if I hear anything else I'd classify as hot gossip ;)
see you tonight.
[Getting there is absolutely, completely, painfully- a struggle. Leo has to pick over directions and maps before he does figure out just where he's headed.
Even with the struggle, Leo does make it there at the appointed time. He doesn't outwardly advertise it, but he has a few kunai tucked in the pouches he wears on his belt. He feels safer having them on hand.
In the darkness the markings on his face, arms, legs and shell glow. Given he's a mermaid, it could easily just be some bioluminescence at work. He walks up casually to Javert, his singular hand tucked in his belt.]
Nice view.
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It is a city, much the same as any other. Where wicked men go to get lost in the throngs, and hope their scent is lost to the street-stench.
[Javert turns from the view. Or rather, from stargazing, his eyes cast upon the skies and not the twinkling city skyline below.
When he looks upon 'TheCoolestTurtle' Leonardo, he feels quite sure that he has seen this boy before. He cannot place where, or how; these details slip his mind, but the bioluminescence of a sea creature casts a vivid picture in his head. Wasn't he taller than this, with more intact limbs? Javert frowns as he mulls over the itch he cannot quite scratch.
(Later, when next he shuts his eyes and meditates in his Dyster bed, he will remember it was a cat-eye's perspective that he last saw TheCoolestTurtle. Moineau the white fuzzball is to thank for his skewed image.)
He bows a greeting, his glance pitched pointedly toward the missing limb. His jaw tightens at the sight, grim, calculating, as he wonders where that might have floundered off to.]
Monsieur CoolestTurtle in the flesh. [Most of him.] Let's walk, and we shall speak more along the way. I want to cover the same ground you did when you overheard. Is that an agreeable start for you?
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The man is as poetic as expected too.
Leo bows with a bit more theatrics in tow, bouncing back to his full height after a moment. He pretends he doesn't see the pointed glance at his missing arm. The arm has healed over by now, but looks like someone chewed one part off at the elbow.]
Works just fine for me, the city is going to probably be just as active as it was when I popped in. [Not like he has a curfew or anywhere to really be.] The market place was where it started, so, plenty of bustle to observe.
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The market place. 'Round the fishing docks and the Bed and Crabfest, I imagine, [he returns over his shoulder, cold and calm.] They know me there. That complicates matters. You, though.
[And he pauses in his brisk walk to scrutinize Leonardo full in the eye. Like he's searching for something, brows knitted.]
Did they witness your face, when you overheard their shameless ideas?
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I'm kinda hard to miss [Look at him, Javert. He skids to a stop as the man pauses his walk to stare at the turtle.] but, no, as far as I know they only saw the back of me.
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He slowly paces to Leonardo's back and stops a yard or two away, his claws sinking into his side-whiskers. He retreats into his imagination, fingers twisting at the thick hair growth, eyes tracing a scene visible only to his mind.
At length, he makes a rough, queer-sounding bark. A spark alights in his blood-red irises, a plan springing to life.]
The back! It is recognizable enough to work. You did not stick around long enough to see out their plans, I imagine, or to taunt them with your finely-polished shell?
[He resumes his walk at a clip, this time coaxing Leonardo closer with a hand pressed flat on his back. It is conspiratorial, close enough for them to put their heads together and murmur, should they wish it.]
I want you to meet someone, a dutiful fellow. We shall use him to our advantage tonight.