heckinooc | TDM 005: Ch-ch-changes!

TDM 005: Ch-ch-changes!

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A, Garden Level - Autumn Celebrations!
[It may be November in the real world but when you're dead time is fake! So this week/month GARDENFEST is happening...........aka a bootleg mishmash of Oktoberfest and an Xmas Market. In general: PARTY TIME.

Drinks! Foods! Bad singing!! Drunkenly built gingerbread houses! You're thrown in a festive identity clash of imps and cherubs in the garden playing music that doesn't match or shoving drinks at you. Don't worry, if you don't want a mug of beer, it might just be gingerale! Anyway sorry you died but PARTY PARTY JOIN US JOIN US--]

B, Hell Level: ICE to meet you!
[Down at the HellRaiser hotel, the hellish amenities await your every need, but spooky season is over. Aside from the usual, er, allure of Hell, it also seems to be slowly freezing over. Ruh roh. It's not much now, but occasionally you may be hit by a teeny tiny icicle as you explore, awww. Other times it's a whole fucking STALACTITE crashes down on you. Better dodge or hope someone pushes you out the way!! Look out for slick sidewalks too!

Otherwise, hey have some fun in Hell!! Go to a club, get some drugs, go to a casino, win and get mugged!! Ever have a drink made out of literal MAGMA? Go on, try it!! Slaps hell's cobbled brimstone you can fit so much chaos down here!]

C, Heaven Level: Spice, spice, baby.
[Heaven-side, the cherubs are ready to welcome you and give you the VIP treatment!! Massages! Manipedis! Lavish outfits and attention! You can raise your hand and just get a fucking cat sat on your lap! Truly, this is bliss!!

Oh, but it's also cozy season in Heaven! So along with the best fits for the chillier weather, There are an assortment of beverages being offered by angels for you to sample (CW Mind Manipulation):

Apple Spiced Latte- Tasty and earthy! But you suddenly feel more subservient.
Cranberry Spiced Latte- A bit tart but it works. This might make you sassier than usual.
Stuffing Spiced Latte- There is no effect. Why would you drink this you monster.

For the TDM you can find small cherub-run kiosks with these drinks on any level you prefer! If that's not your cuppa joe, feel free to explore the beauty of Heaven per usual! The beach! Boardwalk! All the cafes!! Whatever heaven should have, you can likely find it.]

OOC NOTES:
-I KNOW THIS TDM IS BIT LACKING SO TBH FEEL FREE TO PULL PROMPTS FROM OLDER ONES TOO, DO WHATEVS
-This TDM is open to all! You do NOT need to join the comm to play in it!
-As a reminder, THIRD CHARACTER APPS are now street legal!
-Post questions for the mods here
-Remember, playing in the TDM does NOT guarantee your entry or app being accepted into the game proper later down the line!
-Apps open!! Be sure to read the rules linked there and check the current taken list!
-For current players: TDMs count as game canon AND threads may be used for AC if you wish!
-Remember regardless of your alignment, you are free to travel to whatever level you wish!

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Javert had easily spotted Jean. The added look did nothing to detour him. Only he with held from approaching him or making his presence known. For now he simply watched the older man. He wanted to try and understand what the other was thinking and exactly what transpired last.

Only when the other got stuck in among the ice, Javert reluctantly approached the other. He had gotten a shovel when he saw what happened and used it to knock the wall apart. Once made the path clear, Javert turned away. He wasn't ready yet to face him. The man that's haunted him since he arrived here months ago.

His old self would have left the other where he was, but now Javert couldn't ignore him. It wasn't fair. He couldn't leave the other trapped. Not when he could have died at the barricade. It was the only reason why he grabbed the shovel and dug him out the path way. This only added to his confusion as he left once the path way was cleared.

Jean may see the tail end of a black coat before it disappeared.

Edited 2024-11-25 00:41 (UTC)

Jean shook himself free of ice and just managed to catch sight of the coat before it vanished. Never one to let a good deed go unthanked Jean followed unsure if Hell would let him do something kind. "Please wait," he called softly not wanting to spook the other given how he looks. "I just want to thank you for freeing me."

Reluctantly Javert stopped in his tracks and turned so that Jean could see who it was. He wore the black trench coat over his uniform. Something he recently picked up when it got cold. There were shackles around his wrists. They weren't chained together. His usually short brown hair had gotten a little long over time. His expression was hard to read.

"Are you sure you want to thank me?" he replied in tone void of emotion.

Jean pauses, staring at Javert, his expression unreadable. It's clear he is having a mental war with himself given the last time he saw this man he'd fallen out of a window into a river after a brutal fight. But then he remembers the bishop's kindness and his own conflicted nature over where he should be and sighs. "Yes I do," he replies quietly, "despite our...history inspector you did me a kindness and I would be wrong to not express gratitude for that."

Javert frowned and balled up his right fist and then loosened it. He looked away. It was just as before. It unnerved him then and as it did now. He was nothing like the convicts he had grown up with or hunted down.

"HOW CAN YOU KEEP SAYING THAT?" he roared. "YOU'RE ALWAYS PREACHING HOW YOU CAN FORGIVE DESPITE WHAT'S HAPPENED! I DON'T UNDERSTAND!"

Pain and confusion filled his expression. He escaped his world because he couldn't understand. And now he was being forced to try and understand. He should have left the other trapped.

"You should have killed me when you had the chance."

Jean is used to anger and doesn't even flinch when Javert yells. He sighs and looks the inspector in the eye. "I do what I do because when someone had the chance to give up on me they did not," he explains. "I had stolen from them.....after they welcomed me into their home...treated me like a human soul worth something and I stole from them and lied about it when they caught me,"

He swallows. "This person.....this man of God...lied to protect me and gave me more silver when he could have sent me back to prison....all he asked was that I use what he gave me to live as God wished me to do with the same kindness shown to me."

"I've hunted you for all these years. Said cruel things toward you. You had a chance to kill me at the barricade and you didn't. You just let me go free. And even when I accused you back when you were the Mayor....you still accepted me and didn't punish me for my fault." Javert stated, his voice shaking slightly and harsh from yelling earlier.

He was still struggling with the notion that someone like Jean could change. Even if someone like the man of God had helped, it went against everything he knew. People like him didn't change. Nor did someone like himself.

"You were the first person to openly show me kindness when I didn't deserve it. Now you have me doubting the law. The law was the only thing that I believed true and you shattered it. With out the law I am nothing."

"I was trying...to....l pass on the feeling I was shown to you," Jean says trying to understand himself but he isn't sure he can explain in the right way because his feelings about Javert are complicated. He understands where the man is coming from but he also wonders where the inspector has put his compassion. "I believe the saying is do unto others as you would have them do unto you."

"I never meant to cause you distress," Jean says, "but show you kindness."

"Regardless you did. You took everything I knew and shattered it. I killed myself because I couldn't understand what happened and why."

Javert shook his head and looked away as he tried to regain his composure that was threatening to break.

Jean steps back shocked as he hears this. "I...what...I never meant." He said trying to understand. He was simply trying to do what he thought was the right thing to be the man he should be.

But he'd caused a man's death..not by his hand yes but still he caused it. Perhaps he belonged in Hell after all.

"You did nothing wrong. You didn't make that decision or force me to. It was all myself. It's just I didn't understand. Nothing made sense. Not to what I know had learned... Nothing about you makes sense." Javert replied in an oddly calm tone.

It took him a while before he was able to respond. Part of him wanted to take pride of the fact that Jean was blaming himself for his death. The rest of him knew that it wasn't the man's fault. Ultimately, he made he decision on his own.

"It seems that neither of us understand each other. I've had time to reflect and sort things out since arriving here. I don't hate you or really blame you for it. At first I did, but it's more of the fact that you caused me to doubt who I am and all the decisions I had made. Because of this I could no longer do my job as a police officer. I wasn't sure anymore about the Law.

If a man like you can change....what about others? Was I right to make those calls?"

Jean considers Javert's words. He still feels guilt over driving a soul to do such a terrible thing. For all their tension he'd sensed a goodness in the inspector it was why he'd asked for time, to get Cosette to settle his affairs.

Cosette....the poor child would not have peace now her last protector was dead...yet another soul he had failed.

He speaks his voice heavy with emotion. "People need the chance to change. I was given a chance...who knows if others would have done what I did with the bishop's sliver..I still cannot tell you what it was that moved me enough to follow the right path."

He studies Javert with his candle flame eyes. "But justice came for me when I fell out that window for I am here now my soul torn in two and promises left unfulfilled. So perhaps you were right as well."

Javert looked at him with confusion. "You lived through that fall. You used it to escape. I saw you later with the girl. Then I saw you again during when the students were trying to start a revolution in the name of the poor.

You were trying to rescue one of them because he was the love interest of your daughter. They had me captive because they discovered I was of the police. You had saved them and in return they gave me to you. That's when you set me free."

Jean looks confused as well. "But the last time I saw you was as I was falling and then I...was here...struggling to find my place," He remembers the confused feelings as he tried to get Javert to listen and let him go to find the girl.

"Are you saying...we have been locked in this back and forth for years," he adds now the one who is struggling, "and it leads to your death in the end?" Jean steps back shaking his head even more confused than he was during the confrontation.

"This world messes with time from what I was told. You appearantly came from an earlier time point. I don't know if there was a purpose for this or it was just a coincidence.

Why should it matter? You won in the end. You got your quiet life, you got to raise the girl and give her a better life. She got a husband. I've accomplished nothing." Javert replied.

"How can you say that," Jean says, "just because I changed your world view doesn't mean you didn't have purpose. I saw the good you did with others"

He shakes his head. "I can't believe I would have changed things for you that much...."

His voice was heavy with pain. "I was just one man..."

Javert made a face at the mention of him doing good. "I don't know what you're saying."

And now they were dancing around each other again of who was the worst while trying to say the other was better. Typical. They were both good at sulking and being dramatic. It was how they seemed to speak to each other. Never in plain words that normal people would have probably been able to do.

"You're putting yourself on a martyr. I'm beginning to think I thought too highly of you when you were a Mayor."

Jean is about to snap back when Javert's words give him pause. This man respected him...the convict he then chased most of his life and killed himself over. Jean is used to scorn and pity but respect is completely new.

He studies Javert for a long moment trying to figure out why and when the other man's regard has become important to him. And why convincing him he too is a good person is important. He sighs. "Another stalemate between us it seems....."

The comment earned a rare smile that disappeared as it came. "It seems to be the one thing we can agree on."

There was a long pause as Javert struggled what to do or say. "If you want, I can show you the safer area and where most people are residing down here. Unless, you reside in the Heaven? Or you can continue to get lost and trapped in the ice here."

"I find myself unable to decide where my soul should be at home," Jean admits quietly feeling a bit odd about seeing Javert smile "Heaven is...everything I was told it would be and my sister may be there but...."

He trails off. "A tour would not go amiss...at least it would be better than all this ice."

Javert refrained from saying that Jean was the only person from their world he had seen so far. He had given the other way too much information as was and it caused a lot of conflict. He chided himself for haven done so, but in his confused state it was hard enough to make decisions on what was right.

"I never had a choice." Only he knew that the minute he decided to end his life.

"The crowd here isn't always so nice. Be careful of who you interact with and be mindful of your surroundings. Anything sinful can be found here. You also need to be mindful of the contracts that people might try to rope you into."

Jean nodded. "That makes sense," he says "A soul is a soul no matter how you get it." He follows along behind Javert taking in everything around him and trying not to think about the man in front of him. "I am used to a rough crowd, you need not worry about me.

"Until that crowd starts telling your stories and beginning for money..." Javert muttered. "Then you fall right into their hand."

Jean snorts softly. "I was in prison for 19 years," he says, "I know a con when I hear one. But your warning is duly noted....should I keep calling you Javert...it seems....too formal right now."

He gave an idle shrug. "Seeing that I'm not an Inspector here or working for the police. That title no longer means anything."

Despite trying to play indifferent, there was a hint or sorrow that showed in his expression before he could cover it. He was trying hard to work through things, but this was an on going struggle of trying to find out who he was now having lost his old identity.

...."How were you able to rebuild yourself?" he asked quietly after a while of silence.

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