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Wed Jul 11, 2018 11:05 pm

10th of Roalis, 2718
Seventen Barracks | Too Clocking Early
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Special Enforcement Sargent Rhys Valentin had been up for well over an hour already, not simply because it would have been expected of him, but because sleep was an elusive creature like some mythical beast he'd only caught glimpses of his whole life but not truly been able to touch. His mind was far too busy, and since his promotion to Sergent, his life in the Seventen had grown exponentially so. Thank Alioe he'd finally been elevated to some semblance of rank where he could delegate paper work and pursue cases, although the Special Enforcement Squadron was quite the daunting task in itself: Eight men and women, all but two of them older and more experienced than himself, Rhys had perhaps bitten off more than he could chew in his enthusiastic pursuit of protecting the people and serving justice.

He stood in his meager kitchen, golden Roalis sun not yet peeking over the beautiful cityscape of Uptown, staring at his new roster while sipping the still-steaming mug of Mugrobi spiced coffee, pretending the strong brew did anything for his level of alertness this many hours before dawn.

Two Ensigns had been freshly assigned to his supervision, one Joffre Jamie Kendrick and one Aliendra Ward. As the blond Sargent read their files by the blue glow of phosphor, a low, half-growl, half-mewl announced that it was breakfast time for at least one of the two inhabitants of his small, comfortable apartment,

"Good morning to you, too, my lady." Rhys smirked at the lithe, smokey grey osta that wound its way without any subtlety between his boots as he stood at the narrow counter of his kitchenette to announce her neediness, avoiding the galdor's reach as he attempted to give Jynx a gentle pet. The one-eyed creature instead chose to leap up on the counter without shame, sitting and fixing the blond Sergent with her singular amber glare, "Yes, yes. I need to get going anyway."

Rhys emptied his mug with a satisfied sort of hiss before turning to attend to the hunger of his roommate—he couldn't consider the rescued beast his pet, let alone his friend since the animal hardly let him touch her on a daily basis. They shared space and comforted each other only when absolutely necessary, but sometimes the damn thing still left him the corpses of pests she found around Kingsway Market just to remind him that she did, indeed, care for her master in her own odd way.

Little pest.

Food left in a dish on the counter, the blond tucked papers away into the coat pocket of his uniform, pausing to straighten his sash and run fingers through hair he never bothered to style unless abso-clocking-lutely necessary. At the door, he adjusted the baton at his hip, lingering to stretch in preparation for his daily run to the barracks, a whole hour earlier than usual.

"Stay off the bed." Rhys threatened, only half-serious, before he slipped out of his door and down the two flights of steps, the lingering scent of dsoh broth, fragrant Hoxian tea, and the hint of tobacco crowding the alley from the noodle shop he lived above.

With that, he set off down the narrow space between buildings and out onto one of the main, archway-covered streets that cut through the still-slumbering Kingsway Market, picking up his pace from a brisk jog into a vigorous run, uniform and all. Humidity lingered in the air from the rainy season, and the Vienda streets seemed to cling to the heat of even early Roalis. The warmth stuck thick like honey to his lungs and pooled without comfort against the small of his back under the layers of his green-dyed uniform, but he took the sensations in long strides as he hit his fastest stride, tucking between familiar alleys and taking the shorter, narrower roads he'd come to memorize as the quickest, least-trafficked roads to the barracks.

Was he fast? Did it matter? Rhys pushed his speed up the hill past the Permit Office, blue eyes straying temptingly toward the bakeries that competed for business along the old street, the sweet smells of their early morning work already filling the air. By the time he reached the Courthouse and the Legal District, the Royal Palace loomed into view to his left and the blond Seventen was breathless and invigorated all at the same time.

Slowing to a brisk walk, the Sergeant exhaled a few simple words of Monite after gathering his meager field, feeling the mona move to cool him and freshen his clothes even as he caught his breath. A selfish spell, perhaps, but one which was necessitated by his twenty-minute run and the fact that he had to somehow be presentable to his squad in another thirty. A pair of patties on blackback rode by, nodding their head in the tall blond's direction, all of them vaguely aware it was just too clocking early for a salute. He grinned instead, turning and entering through the large, impressively carved wooden doors of the Seventen Vienda Headquarters, which was already bustling with activity.

A very drunk wick shouted from the processing hall, objecting to their unfair treatment while bound and under the scrutiny of a Patrol Constable. A pair of prostitutes whined and attempted to flirt their way out of deportation for not having any writs of residence. Rhys made his way through the noise and toward the grand staircase that led upstairs to the quieter, more austere (in his mind anyway) second floor where the Investigative Division offices were all clustered together by the windows that faced the Royal Palace itself.

The Sergant enjoyed the quiet before his Division began trickling in, almost always the first in the offices. He unlocked doors and opened blinds before making his way into his small, barebones office he shared with the Property Enforcement Sergant.

Not quite yet ready to settle into his chair, Rhys chose to remain standing and unfolded the papers from within his uniform coat pocket, hovering near his window and the rising sun over the parapets and towers of the palace, looking back over the files of Joffre Jamie and Aliendra while waiting for their arrival.
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Thu Jul 12, 2018 10:49 pm

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Part of him didn't think he'd slept. It felt like he did, but not really. Like he'd blinked and then he was there, in the middle of Kingsway market. Making his way to his day of work. Maybe he was still dreaming? He could have easily dreamed of feeding himself and Bubble this morning before getting dressed. Really - had it been a dream? Bug eyed, he glanced down at the apple in his hand - was this part of a dream? Maybe he was taking this dream thing a little too far. He broke more of the red skin eagerly, ever hungry as his steps grew more hurried. Joffrey Jamie could feel - and hear, if he was going to continue exaggerating - his heart thundering in his chest. If this was truly a dream, he was not quite sure he was ready to wake up from it (he really hoped it wasn't at this point).

Finding the building that would house the office he worked out of, the galdor paused a moment to finish off his apple and toss it. Choking a bit in the process, he pushed open the doors and made more of an entrance with a deep bow before bounding the steps two at a time. No time for conversation; he needed to be on time. Reaching the second floor in probably less time than he needed, JJ found himself face to face with the door that almost literally held his future. His grin was too wide and gaze too awed. Did he know what exactly to expect? Not really; they always said no matter how much you prepare you'd never know what you'd get. He was sure that held true for the Investigative Division. JJ knew for certain that his work would entail solving some kind of crime. Maybe he'd be like one of the protagonists in the novels his mother sometimes read. Expect, maybe a bit more likable. Yeah; a lot more likable and without any of the shady past nonsense people loved to include.

Fiddling with his uniform once more, he pushed open the door with a lot less confidence then he had before. His smile was still radiant, but dialed down a bit. His mother had always said he shouldn't smile so hard; people might not like it. But, to anyone looking, he would appear far too happy for the start of the day as he gave his greeting bows to whoever needed to given such and asked to be directed to the person in charge of him - Special Enforcement Sargent Valentin. A knock would sound at his door, with a face that one could only liken to an excited, overgrown pup waiting on the other end. He didn't want to be too assertive to start ("Go where you need to, but come when called," he remembered his father saying. Did that still apply here?).
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Wed Jul 18, 2018 1:55 pm

10th of Roalis, 2718
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Rhys had slowly become engrossed in his reading of files that one last time, letting the early sunlight filter into his shared office, dust motes dancing in the rays that shown past the tall spires of the palace that all but dominated the view. While he studied the histories of his two new Ensigns, noting their activities in Numbrey as well as their interests while students in Brunnhold, his thoughts drifted away from their files specifically, ruminating on how, exactly, to make their first day in the Investigative Division as interesting as possible.

Constable Hours had her ideas, as did Constable Potiphar, the pair perhaps his closest friends in his squadron despite their differences in age and personalities. Hours recommended taking the pair to the dives and actually doing some work, the Scryer always thinking ahead. Pots, of course, being young as well, much preferred more of a hazing-style greeting, just like some of Brunnhold's more prestigious graduate societies often introduced new members through humor and occasional embarrassment. Apparently, Pots had been quite the socialite, and Rhys found his particular suggestion interesting.

Settling on a mix of both, the tall blond began to make his plans. The shouting from downstairs had just begun to fade from hearing when a knock on his door snapped him from attempting to read too much into the words of a simple profile. Setting the papers down, the Sergeant was already smiling, curious about his recruits and excited to be expanding his team.

Opening the door to a young man probably only a year or two younger than himself, not caught off guard by his eager expression so much as by the fact that the two could meet eye to eye. Unaware of his own mixed heritage, the blond was simply used to being tall, and Ensign Kendrick's Hessean heritage gifted him with a stature that Rhys could appreciate. Both pairs of blue eyes met and the Sergeant bobbed his head in a courteous but less-than-formal greeting,

"Good morning, Ensign. Please, come inside." He stepped aside and waved a hand to allow Joffre his space, propping the door open in hopes that Ensign Ward would also appear soon.

Always one to appreciate punctuality, he didn't choose to sit so much as hover in the space between the two desks and the door, fiddling with the snaps on his sash restlessly,

"Impressively punctual. Thank you. I guess living in the barracks makes that a bit easy, however. Did you want to get started or would you prefer to wait on Ensign Ward who should be joining us shortly? I could probably give you a little tour if you're not familiar with the Investigative offices."

If Joffre agreed, he'd happily lead the young man around the floor, introducing him to various folks at their desks, explaining the structure of the Division, their various departments and ranks, and finally stopping them both at an empty desk literally piled with paperwork waiting to be filed. At least, that's how it appeared.

Constable Potiphar sat quietly at the desk next to the paper-flooded one, looking as calm and normal as could be even while Rhys explained,

"Since I'm not sure when our other Ensign will arrive for our meeting, perhaps I can just get you started on your work—" The Sergeant miraculously managed to keep a straight face while he gestured toward the papers covering the desk, along with the ink pad, stamp, and a few other necessary items to bookkeeping such as a few pens and some folders, "I didn't realize we've been so desperate for some new recruits, but it looks like the paperwork has been waiting for you."

He managed to hold back a laugh as well as keep from his face the sarcastic expression longing to appear on his features. Surely, a little tour and a whole bunch of paperwork wasn't really Joffre's introduction? Right?
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Mon Aug 27, 2018 3:27 pm

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He was nothing if not boundless amounts of enthusiasm beforehand, further realized as the door opened and he found that the person behind it was almost eye to eye with him. This didn't happen often, and it'd be wrong to dismiss this excitement as simply being that he no longer had to tilt his head or bend his knees to be level with another person. There was, instead, the excitement that he could say he was not the only person with foreign blood in them, quite definitely. There were plenty of others out there, but those were wicks and one didn't just associate themselves with those types, as he'd come to find. And being associated with them to familiarly was bound to get him noticed in ways he wouldn't want - the bad kind of remarkable he sought to avoid.

His bow was much deeper, rushed with his enthusiasm. JJ's fingers thrummed with energy, stomach knotting with the beings of restlessness. If he wasn't careful, everything would fade away with an impressive need to get moving. Run a marathon, swim an ocean; the kind of anxious energy that likely prompted his mother to uproot the family as often as she'd done in the past. He swallowed as Rhys spoke, an expression of interest and focus on his face as if he was being told the most riveting of tales.

"Right now. We can get started right now - sir!"

The face-splitting grin slipped for only a moment, returning full force as if it'd never left. Joffrey Jamie was ever the eager boy as he followed along, listening intently and giving his affirmations of understanding where they might have been appropriate until they reached the desk. Piled high with papers, a sight he had expected of others and those more inclined for desk work but not of himself. And for the shortest of moments, he felt sorry for whoever the desk belonged to, that they would be so behind on work.

Except it was his desk and this was his work. It was confusion that first crossed his face, brows drawn in and eyes narrowed. He'd only just started so surely they weren't going to dump paperwork that he probably wouldn't know how to properly fill out on him. Then, disappointment. At this, he deflated - quite visibly at that. Paperwork for his first assignment. The words "kicked puppy" would be apt in describing his current stance, sparing a glance over at Rhys, though he suspected the look wouldn't work as much as it had in his school days. And finally, an acceptance. They probably thought him capable of at least this, and him being disappointed was likely a disappointment to them.

Nodding as if this was the most brilliant thing to happen to him, his smile returned. "What exactly needs to be done? Filling these out, filing? Sir?" He stepped around the desk, surveying just how bad it was.
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Fri Sep 07, 2018 8:51 pm

10th of Roalis, 2718
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Someone at their desk chuckled. It might have been Potiphar. Or Lorelle. Or probably Hours—she already thought this sort of joke was ridiculous, but Rhys was quite certain she'd watch plants grow for entertainment and therefore had no room to talk.

Everyone greeted Joffrey kindly, standing or straightening their postures, grinning, shaking his hand. A few asked about Ensign Ward, and the Sergeant remarked that he'd be giving her a few more minutes. Pausing at the desk, the tall blond took in the young man's expression and it took every ounce of his sweat-earned disciplined to keep from breaking the joke with a laugh right then and there.

The disappointment.

The horror.

The sad glance at the superior officer nearly tipped the scales in Rhys' fun-loving heart and yet he managed a tight-lipped stare while the Ensign squeaked his helpless question, "Well, you'll see that there are three piles," He waved a hand over the seemingly endless stacks of paperwork, waggling his fingers for emphasis while someone else across the office chuckled into their mug of tea, "The first pile is paperwork that just needs filed. All of the folders are over there. Once they're sorted by date and alphabetically, you can take them all into the storage room. The second pile is paperwork that needs filled out. You'll see that there are notes attached to each one, sometimes with a few illustrations. Each of those need filled out, stamped, and filed. The last pile, well, those need a signature. I wish you gods' speed with that one because you may find yourself wandering down the hall to find the Co-Captains of Patrol or the Captain of the Services Division, let alone catching Captain Hains when he's not busy around here, so perhaps you should save those for last."

While he was speaking, once or twice, Rhys' smile snuck into his sharp features and his crystalline blue eyes sparkled with a mischief that was well beyond what boredom was represented by the landscape of paper. But the Sergeant endured, opening his mouth to say something else, but interrupted by a small voice.

"Excuse me, Special Enforcement Sergeant Valentin?" Behind them both, her field so crisp and proper that it might as well have been minted by Vienda's treasury itself, red-headed Ensign Aliendra Ward stood, hands behind her back and straight as a flag pole outside the Hoxian Embassy. Her hair was short, cut rebelliously like a man's and the short woman wore slacks instead of the special skirts some famous fashion designer had recommended be made en masse for the sudden influx of female Seventen that had began to filter into the ranks ever since Ophelia Servalis had been made Headmistress over Brunnhold.

Rhys smiled, finally chuckling at a moment that felt out of place, "Good morning, Ensign Ward. You're a few minutes late."

"I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again." The freckled woman bobbed her head and let her amber eyes wander upward toward the other Ensign, eyes widening at the tall mixed blood who obviously had Hessian in his veins. Not that the Sergeant was short, either, but, well. She blinked, then looked back to the young Valentin, "Is all of that paperwork for us?!"

Her voice sounded enthused.

Potiphar snorted.

The blond Seventen couldn't hold it in at her studiously-toned question and he finally grinned, "Why yes. Yes it is. Here, let me explain again, shall I? Ensign Kendrick, let's hear back what I said."
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Mon Sep 10, 2018 2:07 pm

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If his smile wavered again, he tried not to let it show. At least, not at first. It did seem like quite a bit of work, even with all those directions. Directions that he'd tried to concentrate on as best he could. Some of it, he was sure he got, some of it not so much. After a moment of mulling over all that was told to, and repeating the instructions as they were given, he went through them once more just to be sure. With gestures - because he was quite certain he'd forget if he didn't move with it.

Furrowed brows and lips pressed into a thin line, he recited the instructions in a low mumble. Good; he could remember this. (Though not really because he was already getting one pile mixed up with another and some instruction backward. Not that he knew.) And then his smile had returned full force, a satisfied nod following soon after. Joffrey Jamie would do a good job. That was something he had decided and so he would do it. Or think he would do. Perhaps he should have paid more attention to the way his superior was...emoting and not so much on the instructions, he might have noticed all of this for what it was, but he did not. And so he rushed on.

He was just about to affirm his understanding when his fellow newbie arrived. The radiance of smile might have gone up a slight notch. If he noticed the widening of her eyes, he assumed it had to do with the paperwork. Maybe he would have help in doing all this paperwork - and it didn't seem like she was too put off by the notion of it. However, it was soon his time to (figuratively) shine, and if his smile could be any brighter, he might have done so literally.

"Yes!" Positioning himself in a way that would have him behind the center pile (or what he thought was the center pile; it was a bit of a mess on this desk). "Three piles - filing, filling, signing. First one is filing; in alphabetical order and by date. Second is filling; fill out and stamp. Last is signing. Uh, we need signatures and then they get sorted." Once done, he looked to Special Enforcement Sergeant Rhys for confirmation, expression expectant.
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Thu Sep 13, 2018 3:13 pm

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To say that Ensign Ward looked even more enthused once the piles were so dutifully explained by Ensign Kendrick would have been a bit of an understatement, for as the other galdor moved to explain things, a petulant, competitive expression began to creep into her freckled features and she arched a slim eyebrow, tucking her hand under her chin and watching as he explained each of the piles. Once or twice, her gaze flicked up to Sergeant Valentin as if she wanted his confirmation, but he was so busy concentrating on not laughing that he didn't meet her gaze.

Finally, both pairs of eyes were on him, however, and the blond Seventen exhaled the breath that he'd been holding through his teeth, "Yes, sounds about right. Well, close enough. This pile is actually the alphabetical order one." He reached over and made a very lame attempt at taming the divisions between stacks of paper, giggling under his breath as he did so, "Do you think you two can work together?" Fishing out his pocket watch from within the crisp green folds of his jacket, he made a bit of a show of checking the time, biting his lip to keep in a chuckle, "Do you think you can finish this all in, oh, a house? We'll feed you two lunch and then get out on an assignment. I, uh, I have some paperwork of my own to get to, so—"

"Yes, sir. I'm sure we can work through this." Ensign Ward beamed brightly, though had Joffre been looking, the glance she cast in his direction was almost a snide one. Her field was tight and at the ready, though she couldn't help but curiously caprise the strangeness of her superior officer's weaker aura.

He noticed.

"Is there a problem, Ensign?"

"No, sir."

"If you have any questions, now is the time to ask."

"Well, Sergeant, Sir, I'd heard rumors and I was just a little curious about—"

"Rumors? Honestly." Rhys was tucking his pocket watch away and glaring at Aliendra, shrugging his narrow shoulders before glancing at Ensign Kendrick, his field bristling, "And yourself? Would you like to make subtle jabs at the magical abilities of a superior officer before we get started today?"

He didn't wait for an answer, the accusation was enough, and Ensign Ward shook her head, "That's not what I meant—"

The young Valentin laughed, finally raising his hands in what could only be described as dismissal and self-defense, "I'm sure it was, but that's fine, Ensign. It's nothing I'm not used to. The paper work was too much pressure, was it?"

"Good thing it's just a clocking joke." Potiphar couldn't stand it anymore, and the Constable catcalled from his desk. At his words, everyone in the small, chummy Investigative Division office began to laugh, much to Rhys' chagrin. He'd held the joke for longer than he thought he could, and so he offered the sliest of grins at his two Ensigns.
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Mon Nov 12, 2018 9:25 am

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He couldn’t quite hide the disappointment of having beeen off by onee ting. He’d been so close, after all. But the rebound from it was short; JJ had still managed to relay the instructions mostly correct. Given he had been put on the spot, that was something. But perhaps that wasn’t what he should have been concerned about.

Joffrey Jamie Kendrick had watched peers butt heads with superiors before. This was a given; some didn’t do so well with authority. That was a habit they had broken very quickly or was encouraged - depending on the superior. JJ never had to worry, though, for such attention. He’d been obedient enough to be overlooked for those things. His numerous questions might have had the same effect if not for the fact that most would find it humorous.

In this instance, he couldn’t rightly say that a funny question would make things less...tense. His cheerful, “No, sir,” was followed up by the widening of his smile when the confrontation moved towards him. Being notable for getting along with others would be a good thing, wouldn't it? What better way than to not get himself into trouble with his superiors.

But it was escalating. Maybe; he wasn’t a good judge of these kinds of things. Before Ensign Ward could respond and dig herself further into a professional grave, they were interrupted. A joke? “A joke?” It’d all been a joke?

It was a bubble of a laugh, easily considered a giggle, deep and low as Ensign Kendrick glanced between all concerned parties. “That was a good joke.” His field, overbearing to begin with, was tinged with the infectious laugh that had grown from that deep little giggle as he placed a hand over his chest as if he’d been given some serious scare. “Was that supposed to be some kind of hazing?”

But, then, another question - “Do we still have to do this?” It did seem like important paperwork.

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