[Javert slips his Leaf back into his pocket and glides to his feet. He takes a moment to gather himself up and stretch his tired, sore bones, giving his neck a crack, each ankle a slow roll. And he is off, sweeping out of the gardens and back towards the main ballrooms, his coat skirts (now dried from their dip in the Seine, though the dank smell of murky waters still clings to the fibers) swishing with each broad, deliberate step.
He, himself, has no special magic powers, but he does have the benefit of decades of strong detective work under his belt. His eyes are keen, his attention to detail exacting; he might not know Loki's face, but he knows when to trust his intuition when his senses scream, Look sharp! A spy is afoot! Until he is alerted and reaches that point, he weaves a meandering path through the swells of partygoers, his muzzle wrinkled as if intent to sniff out a pest.]
no subject
[Javert slips his Leaf back into his pocket and glides to his feet. He takes a moment to gather himself up and stretch his tired, sore bones, giving his neck a crack, each ankle a slow roll. And he is off, sweeping out of the gardens and back towards the main ballrooms, his coat skirts (now dried from their dip in the Seine, though the dank smell of murky waters still clings to the fibers) swishing with each broad, deliberate step.
He, himself, has no special magic powers, but he does have the benefit of decades of strong detective work under his belt. His eyes are keen, his attention to detail exacting; he might not know Loki's face, but he knows when to trust his intuition when his senses scream, Look sharp! A spy is afoot! Until he is alerted and reaches that point, he weaves a meandering path through the swells of partygoers, his muzzle wrinkled as if intent to sniff out a pest.]