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Post by cutiepuppyfire on Nov 23, 2016 7:19:59 GMT
"Are you planning on advancing from that status?" The lieutenant quietly chuckled at her own joke, but reverted to her serious nature almost as soon as she left it. "Joking aside, what do you plan on being when you're done being a rookie? You plan on being an inspector like your parents or do you have any bigger goals?"
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Post by angelthewingedcat on Nov 23, 2016 8:01:24 GMT
"I know it may sound silly but I joined to try to help people. After all, Interpol has protected a lot of innocent people and they're like heroes from stories in a way. Sure, it would be a huge honor to become an inspector or any type of higher position than a rookie but I want to be sure I can truly handler it." The young rookie explained.
He was sure the answer seemed almost childish to some. But he meant every word of it. He didn't want a position if he couldn't handler it and would only get others hurt. And to him, joining Interpol would be a big step to be able to help others in need.
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Post by piecebot on Nov 24, 2016 4:16:39 GMT
"Helping people is what we try to do anyway," Gildarts shrugged. "Still, if you couldn't be sure about handling responsibility, you wouldn't be here," he pointed out to the rabbit kid and grinned. He didn't expect himself to agree with Cinder but it was bound to happen sooner or later. At least no sparks were fired at the nickname. "I don't think I know your name. Or the one reading. What are they?"
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Post by cutiepuppyfire on Nov 25, 2016 5:33:25 GMT
"Hopps and Wilde's kid is named Klonoa. Nice job on listening to your fellow coworker, Gil." she glared at her destructive, detective rival, mentally chastising him. From all of the years Cinder had known him, she still never could understand his nature and why Ford or, god forbid, Cinch hasn't said anything about it. Her focus was diverted towards the reader on the bunk. She'd seen him before, but she couldn't put a finger on what his gimmick was. "I'm still not sure about the other one; why don't you ask him?"
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Post by fluffyrenegade on Nov 26, 2016 0:20:46 GMT
When the two officers walked in Loki had gone back to studying the black book in front of him but he continued listening to the conversation from behind his book, just in case they said anything useful that he could use later on. So far there it was just introductions and social niceties that were being exchanged, nothing useful there. But when Loki heard himself being talked about, the dark-haired 19-year-old raised his head slightly.
"Loki Falk, Junior Inspector." Loki said, with a mock salute to the two officers. "A pleasure." He said before returning to his book.
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Post by cutiepuppyfire on Nov 26, 2016 2:26:21 GMT
"Thank you Mister Falk." the lieutenant called from the other side of the room, "Now, Junior Inspector, have you gotten a chance to talk to the rookie yet?" Cinder cocked her hip, sensing Loki's nonchalance towards the entire situation.
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Post by piecebot on Nov 26, 2016 3:02:16 GMT
"Loki Falk ... like that Norse god of mischief, Loki?" Gildarts asked loudly from the side of the room opposite Cinder. He shrugged off her glare and merely flashed her a smile, not really caring about how she thought of him for the moment. He was just trying to make conversation. "That's a cool name either way."
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Post by fluffyrenegade on Dec 8, 2016 5:01:06 GMT
Loki raised an eyebrow at Cinder as he looked over the top of his book at the small group. Carefully bookmarking his spot, Loki shut the book, swung his feet over the side of the bed and dropped off the edge of the bunkbed. He landed on the ground as gracefully as then straightened up, casually dusting off his clothing.
"I did. He seems like any other rookie, just as I am like any other junior inspector and just as you two are like any other officers. What else is there to talk about?" Loki said with a shrug. He gave Gildarts a wry smile at the mention of the Norse God. "You are correct, Sir." Loki said. Even though Loki acknowledged Gildarts' rank above him, the dark-haired 19-teen-year-old put an unusual amount of stress on the word, so much that it almost seemed like he was mocking Gildarts.
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