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Post by Javert on May 4, 2009 9:02:34 GMT -5
However had he allowed himself to be talked into this? It had seemed like such a good idea at the time... show Jason he truly was a werewolf, that would make the man more careful of his own safety around him. Javert wasn't sure of that anymore. What if the cell wouldn't hold him? Jason would be in danger! And he, Javert, would be the one causing it! Still, the inspector was never one to back down. "You have the silver knife and bullets, right?" ((Well, this shall be... interesting. Take it away, Jason! ))
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on May 5, 2009 0:51:34 GMT -5
Jason sighed and pulled his chair a little closer to the cell--still well out arm's reach, just in case. Not that he believed in werewolves.
"They're in my desk drawer. You worry too much."
The younger man grunted and stood up next to the bars to reach through and push his fingers into Javert's hair and rub at his scalp just over his ear.
"Do you want any more blankets? Something else to eat, or drink?"
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Post by Javert on May 5, 2009 7:30:20 GMT -5
"Of course I'm worried, I've just discovered that I care deeply for you and murdering and/or eating you won't be beneficial to our relationship. They won't do you much good in your desk dra... draw... ooh, that's nice..." he muttered, trailing off as the wolf inside of him was thoroughly distracted by the scratching behind his ear.
Javert's right leg quivered slightly as he leaned into the touch.
"I'm fine... I'm fine... just want you and everyone else... oh yes, right there... to be safe."
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on May 5, 2009 18:00:15 GMT -5
He smirked a bit and took his hand back.
"Everyone else is gone for the night. Are you sure you don't want another blanket? I assume you plan on stripping or something?"
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Post by Javert on May 5, 2009 18:04:09 GMT -5
"Of course, I do not wish to ruin my clothing."
That said, Javert swiftly undressed. Even as a human, there was a lot more 'fur' on him than usual. And 'usual' was already a serious amount.
"As you can see... I do not require a blanket."
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on May 5, 2009 18:15:49 GMT -5
The younger officer didn't seem to recall Javert being quite that hairy, but he had been feverish the one time he'd seen anything of the man. And it wasn't unappealing, anyway.
"Alright. Just let me know if you need anything, then."
He had brought down some paperwork from upstairs and laid it out on his desk to take the opportunity to work while Javert suffered his mental breakdown, or whatever this was, and now he retreated back to it and sat, shuffling through the papers and dropping his attention down to them.
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Post by Javert on May 5, 2009 18:25:29 GMT -5
Javert sat down on the bunk.
He could feel the pull of the moon already, tempting his inner wolf. The inspector only hoped that this wouldn't scare Jason away from him... but he had to have faith in the younger man. And in what there was between them. Cluont was one of the most courageous men Javert had ever met, surely this display wouldn't send him running, would it?
Well, there was no time left to think about it now.
Javert's vision went from color to black and white, his senses sharpened... he could feel the first pain of the change wrecking through him. He felt the floor of the cell under his hands... paws... as he fell off the bench.
The inspector wasn't quite sure what the sounds he heard were. Perhaps they were his own pained gasps, screams even, maybe they were the rearranging of his bones as his body shapeshifted.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on May 5, 2009 18:38:02 GMT -5
Jason was rather startled by the sudden noise and frozen by the sight. He really hadn't believed, of course...now he reached for the gun in his desk, already loaded with one of the silver bullets, and stood up from his chair to limp toward the cell, carefully.
"Javert..."
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Post by Javert on May 5, 2009 18:42:57 GMT -5
Javert could do nothing but growl as a yellow sheen came over his dark eyes and his transformation came to completion.
The inspector still fought, but couldn't keep the wolf at bay for any longer.
The wolf took over.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on May 5, 2009 18:47:22 GMT -5
"God damn." he laughed a bit nervously and sat in the chair he'd put in front of the cell, the gun resting on one leg.
"I really didn't believe you, you know."
He wasn't sure what to do and pushed a hand through his hair, staring at the creature.
"Am I supposed to hold my hand out for you to sniff or something..."
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Post by Javert on May 5, 2009 18:49:43 GMT -5
The wolf pulled up his upper lip slightly, growling softly.
He wasn't sure what to make of the man, but he smelled stuff... the stuff that hurt him.
Silver.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on May 5, 2009 18:57:59 GMT -5
Jason sighed, supposing the animal didn't recognize him, and fairly certain a wolf couldn't exactly break down the door to the cell. He stood up again and tucked the gun into his belt.
"Javert might not have been hungry, but I suppose you are. Wolves are always hungry, aren't they."
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Post by Javert on May 5, 2009 19:06:08 GMT -5
The wolf simply continued to growl, though there was something about him that radiated interest.
Animals always understood the potential involvement of food. Even if this one wasn't sure whether Jason would bring the food or whether the man was the food.
His instincts told him that the cripple would make a suitable prey.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on May 9, 2009 13:44:52 GMT -5
The policer rubbed the back of his neck, sighed, and limped back to his desk to pull out the waxpaper-wrapped sandwiches he'd brought for them, taking all the meat from each into a little handful and reclaiming his chair, scooting it just a little closer to the bars since it had been out of Javert's arms reach, and the wolf was nowhere near the size.
He tossed a slice of meat into the cell.
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Post by Javert on May 9, 2009 18:34:17 GMT -5
The wolf followed Jason's every move with his yellow eyes. His tongue flicked out for a moment when the smell of the meat hit his nose.
Smelled like food alright.
The meat had barely entered the cell before the animal caught it, devouring the rather small bite in the blink of an eye.
He came closer to the bars, looking at Jason.
More?
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