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[noasark]

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[noasark]

And don't you forget that even the largest predators will go down to a mob of insects, if caution is not taken, [Noa warns lowly in turn, not breaking the gaze. He needs no fog-edged tone for this- if anything, he feels it would make him seem less serious.

The cat nods.] I am after all, here to offer the other perspective; cats are ambush predators, you know. [Wait and strike is in his nature. Leave the brutality to the rest.]

Stopping production entirely was never the idea- moderation is all I would ask for. I'll suggest focusing on identifying any locations we either want them travelling through, or want to keep them from travelling in. The stations themselves would be a useless target, not because of anything relevant to that but simply because the channel itself would still exist; it pains me to say it...but we might have to see if encouraging the population toward other electronic devices, that aren't radios, has merit. ...that or literally poisoning the electronic waves, hmm...

[Most of this is...still not really anything Javert can use of course, but it's good to know. And...well.

Amanda.] ...Is her address the same, do you know?

[His voice is much softer, much fonder, when speaking of her.] ...She was... ...Is, a good friend of mine.

[inseine]

Yes. So I gathered from her, and from you.

[Javert gets ahold of himself.

The tension drains from his neck and shoulders, and on an exhale, the stormy fog wrapped around his heels tames to a still, slovenly froth. His icy, flat face thaws to a thin-lipped frown.]

Her address hasn't changed. You can go to her and make proper arrangements for this operation. She will welcome your voice regarding this matter.

You may keep me informed of the outcome with your lemon-ink. I will read them.

[noasark]

[He nods, and nods again. At this point the conversation is done for him as well- he wants to send a message, now, but out of consideration for present company cannot. He perks only at the remark of his invisible ink.]

Ah-

...Yes I thought you'd appreciate that, it's deceptively simple. Very well, [Noa adds, nodding to the vampire.] ...You wanted this brief- and, you know now where I stand...if that's all, you're free to leave.

[inseine]

That's all. Except for one more matter, to seal our agreement.

[Javert stops in front of Noa and extends a hand, palm open.]

Let us shake on it. And if there does occur a round table with all of the main players, you will hear of it.

[noasark]

[Considering he's taking the deal seriously, Noa sees no issue in sitting up on his haunches to shake on it with a paw.

After all, even if magic turns out to be a foot, he has nothing to fear.

Shaking, he can't hold back a laugh though.] Let's hope it ends better than King Arthur's, shall we?

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[inseine]

[Javert gives the paw a good, firm shake, his smile thin.]

We will be sure of it. Best of luck on your talks with Amanda.