( Javert's father never taught him anything of the sort. He's never met him, nor does he think he would ever care to, given what he's learned about him. He wasn't there for him, or his mother, and because of that, Javert has learned never to rely on others. It's as good a lesson as any. After a moment, he says, )
I never received any formal training until became a prison guard. At that time, I was 23. It was a necessary thing, given how brutishly strong some of the prisoners were. There was always a risk of a riot.
Fifteen years. It was then when my patron, Monsieur Chabouillet, secured me a position in the police force.
( He's not going to say he's spent a much longer time than that in prison — that's a conversation for another time. Javert is just as interested in Kol as he seems to be with him, so it's easy for him to ask, )
[ cause mayhem, entertain himself with murder, and be stuck in a coffin against his will… how does kol spin that into something that sounds completely normal? ]
I travelled around the world learning all I could about the different branches of witchcraft and magic. I created a few things that could be used against some of our biggest monsters. [ he shrugs, not that it can be seen or heard. he did do quite a lot on his own—and behaved as well as he could, with less murder when he was doing magic... it all sounds completely normal, doesn't it?
keeping his tone light, ] When I wasn't doing that, I was… spending some time with family. They say you only have one, no matter how cursed or blessed you feel sometimes.
( He makes a noncommittal noise. Neither of these are Javert's favorite topics, and his distaste in both stem from one another. )
You tell me that you are a witch?
( He's familiar with spells and magic, not intimately, but in passing. His mother was a Romani, a fortune teller. It was something he was exposed to when he was a boy before he left her to become a messenger for the police. )
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( Javert's father never taught him anything of the sort. He's never met him, nor does he think he would ever care to, given what he's learned about him. He wasn't there for him, or his mother, and because of that, Javert has learned never to rely on others. It's as good a lesson as any. After a moment, he says, )
I never received any formal training until became a prison guard. At that time, I was 23. It was a necessary thing, given how brutishly strong some of the prisoners were. There was always a risk of a riot.
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unsurprisingly, javert becomes even more interesting. he's got to stop that. ]
And how long did you last as a prison guard?
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( He's not going to say he's spent a much longer time than that in prison — that's a conversation for another time. Javert is just as interested in Kol as he seems to be with him, so it's easy for him to ask, )
What about you? What did you before this?
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I travelled around the world learning all I could about the different branches of witchcraft and magic. I created a few things that could be used against some of our biggest monsters. [ he shrugs, not that it can be seen or heard. he did do quite a lot on his own—and behaved as well as he could, with less murder when he was doing magic... it all sounds completely normal, doesn't it?
keeping his tone light, ] When I wasn't doing that, I was… spending some time with family. They say you only have one, no matter how cursed or blessed you feel sometimes.
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You tell me that you are a witch?
( He's familiar with spells and magic, not intimately, but in passing. His mother was a Romani, a fortune teller. It was something he was exposed to when he was a boy before he left her to become a messenger for the police. )
I wouldn't believe it until I see it.