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There's few things Harv hates as completely and totally as he hates winter; always has. But today, standing on the train platform in District 12, he's absolutely certain he has never hated winter more than he does right then at this very instant. The cold bites into his face and there's very little he can do about that besides grit his teeth and hope it's over with soon.
By the time the train arrives, finally, his mood hasn't improved any. He'd have preferred to do this some other time. Later. Inside, someplace actually goddamn heated. That's not in the cards, though, so he wastes very little time - the sooner he's done with this, the sooner he can go back inside and warm up. Harv gives the two Victors just enough time to get off the train and get their feet on the ground before he strides over, face set in a likely unnecessarily stern, and more or less barks out, "Welcome home."
Even the little puff of condensation his breath makes in the air annoys him. He wishes he cold feel his nose. God, he fucking hates 12.
By the time the train arrives, finally, his mood hasn't improved any. He'd have preferred to do this some other time. Later. Inside, someplace actually goddamn heated. That's not in the cards, though, so he wastes very little time - the sooner he's done with this, the sooner he can go back inside and warm up. Harv gives the two Victors just enough time to get off the train and get their feet on the ground before he strides over, face set in a likely unnecessarily stern, and more or less barks out, "Welcome home."
Even the little puff of condensation his breath makes in the air annoys him. He wishes he cold feel his nose. God, he fucking hates 12.
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"Uh, thanks," she says finally. Caro reaches up to rub at her face because goddamn the cold is hell on her scars. This guy must be miserable. "What brings you out in all this?" She stops rubbing her face long enough to gesture vaguely around her. It's fucking cold, okay?
Egg, meanwhile, has finally ambled out of the train and into the freezing cold, which he seems to like okay. He flops down between Caro and Walter and eyes the new person.
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He's not far behind Caro when she steps off the train, pulling his jacket up over his face when he notices the Peacekeeper looming nearby. The very heavily scarred, very angry looking Peacekeeper that has apparently been waiting for them. The Peacekeeper that walks over and greets them. Walter is immediately put on edge.
"Afternoon," He manages, in that sort of way that's only vaguely polite if you squint hard enough. It's a goddamn Peacekeeper and it's cold. He likes neither of these things.
The Peacekeeper eyes the dog for a few seconds before answering, "Introducing myself. Harv Dent, new Head Peacekeeper for this frozen shithole."
So they got rid of Cray? Walter snorts a little and then just... blurts out, "You must've really pissed someone off."
Dent levels his gaze on Walter with one of the least amused expressions Walter's seen in a good while. After an exceedingly long moment, the Peacekeeper shakes his head and turns his attention back to Caro. "Now that's fucking done, can we go inside somewhere? Anywhere. I need to talk to Sullivan a minute."
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Egg perks up at hearing his name and trots after Caro. He'd really like to sniff all the things, but if he wanders he'll get carried. And that's no fun when he wants to explore. That new person is still interesting, though.
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Dent doesn't linger on the platform long once Caro's started to move. That Dent ends up leading isn't all that surprising or worrisome; it gives him less opportunity to shoot them in the back. Walter, however, has a moment of pause when he realizes Dent apparently doesn't plan on having a private conversation with him. He's not sure to be less paranoid at that or more.
He ends up following along behind Caro, the dog, and the Peacekeeper. A couple paces away from the platform Dent glances back at them, only to say with a little bit of a laugh, "You named your dog Egg."
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As they walk, Caro mostly keeps her sights on the Peacekeeper ahead of her. She doesn't get the impression that he's leading them into some sort of trap or something, and she's pretty sure Walter is keeping an eye out anyway. Her attention drifts for a moment and then she suddenly realizes... she's looking at a Peacekeeper's ass. What the fuck, Lichfield. She's annoyed with herself, and even more annoyed when she notices that it's a nice ass. Stupid Peacekeepers and their stupid tight pants. Caro's glad it's so cold; hopefully no one will catch on that she's blushing a little. She decidedly aims her eyes elsewhere and... oh hey, they're heading for the Victors' Village. Huh.
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That they end up heading into the Victors' Village is something of a surprise. Even moreso when Dent aims for Caro's house. Walter scowls deeply at that development, and just in time for the Peacekeeper to turn and catch it.
"You don't want to show us your new office?" Walter remarks, raising his brows.
"As much as I'm sure you'd feel right at home in Cray's mountain of empty liquor bottles, no," Harv says as he stops at the edge of Caro's yard.
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"All right, let's save the sniping for indoors, guys." God, she hopes the house heats up fast.
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Harv ends up kneeling down and petting the little furball, smiling at him despite himself. It's been a long time since he was around a dog. Caro's distracted getting the door, anyway, and Sullivan is... probably paying more attention than Harv would otherwise like.
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Caro struggles with the door a little. It's hard to do anything dexterous like using a key when you can't really feel your fingers. But she gets it finally and turns back to see... Egg happily licking the Peacekeeper's face. She blinks. "Come on Egg," she calls after a moment, "you can be adorable inside where it's warm." Since they're all going in anyway.
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He is grateful when Caro gets the door open, and even moreso once he stands and heads inside. Somewhere behind him, he hears Walter mutter at the dog, "Making friends, you little shit?"
Sullivan's not really interested in wasting time, though. As soon as the front door is shut, he's already a little too into Harv's personal space. "Now what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
"An incident you were involved in," Harv says as casually as he can manage. "You and a couple in the Hob, some months back. After years of being mostly harmlessly drunk. You wanna explain to me what prompted that?"
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"My parents. They had it coming." That's not nearly enough answer for a Peacekeeper, but it's all she can make herself say.
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Harv frowns thoughtfully and half-shrugs. "Alright."
"Alright," Walter repeats. "Alright what?"
"Officially, I'm obligated to say I'd like you to not assault or threaten people in my jurisdiction. Unofficially? I don't have much objection to this. I can turn a blind eye to it without much hesitation. But," Harv pauses only a beat, grimacing. "I'd rather you bring it to me instead of going vigilante. I can step in legally even if our laws don't really cover going after... well, you know."
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She doesn't feel all that bad about how disbelieving she sounds. "That'd be a first." That, however, Caro hadn't meant to say.
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"Yeah, I know." Harv sighs, rubbing the back of his neck a little awkwardly. There's no amount of talking that'll convince them of any of this. He knows it, they know it. It's a waste of all of their time. So he'll just.... have to back it up with action. "Look, I'll, uh. I'll let you two be. I'm sure you're sick to fucking death of dealing with people."
He'll just let himself out.