tampered | Log; Ongoing

Log; Ongoing

When; Wednesday, June 8
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Roy Mustang and Squall Leonhart
Summary; Squall applies for a job with the Police Force.
Log;

The routine of the city was surprisingly easy for Roy to once more settle back into. He had only been gone a few short days before finding himself once more thrust back into this place. Of course, this time the Lieutenant had shown up a day later, and had been on his case about his reports. It was something he often put off, especially when the Lieutenant had been gone for so long, but now with her return Roy found it near impossible to brush them off, especially when she kept inquiring about their status and the fact that the city wasn't having some giant hair monster attack or some other threat from its own citizens.

Today at least he would have an excuse to stop for awhile, for he had an interview with a potential recruitment. Settling in his chair, Roy linked his fingers together and leaned back for a moment. This Squall should be coming soon, and would be directed toward Roy's office at the Police Force. Still work, but at least it wouldn't be work with so many reports.

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Squall would have been punctual in any case. That spending the past couple of weeks mostly at loose ends and with nothing to do had left him bored and restless and ill at ease from thinking too much just provided extra incentive. He presented himself at Roy's office exactly at the previously appointed time, with his gunblade at his side in all its heavy and oddly-shaped glory.

"Sir."

A prompt person, something that Roy was used too, more so out of his officers than out of himself, although when push came to shove and he needed to be, Roy would be on time. It seemed that Hiro's post had at least gotten one person's interest, though it was a constant struggle in the city, for citizens tended not to report things and do it on their own. Frustrations were a part of like though and Roy would merely work with what he had, for like always he was a person for the people; a promise he had made a long time ago.

Rising from his seat, Roy offered his hand for a shake. "Greetings. Squall Leonhart, I assume?"

"That's right." Squall regarded the hand that Roy held out with a guarded expression on his scarred face, and made no move to shake it. Things like basic social pleasantries and common courtesy were never exactly among his stronger points, unfortunately.

Instead, after a moment, he looked up to Roy's face again. "You're Colonel Mustang?"

A look was given before Roy took his own seat again, making a gesture for Squall to take a seat, and wondered if this person had ever worked in any sort of an organized group such as this. While a majority of the time one could work on a solo-basis, communication was key between people.

"Yes, I am. I'll just need you to tell me about yourself, your qualifications, and answer any questions that I might have."

Squall sat, albeit stiffly and on the edge of the seat, managing the awkward bulk of his gunblade with the thoughtless ease of habit. Straight to business. He preferred it that way, mostly thanks to being largely inept at anything else.

"Up until I came here I was part of an elite mercenary organization," he stated. "I've had about ten or twelve years of training and field experience--" a claim made with a completely serious face, for all that he didn't look as though he could be older than eighteen, "--mostly focused on small groups of specialists. My weapons specialization is the gunblade, but I've trained with other weapons too."

His hand dropped briefly to the angled grip of his weapon as though by way of illustration before he went on, "My training covered para-magic, too, but I don't really have any sources to draw from here so I probably won't be able to use it much."

Although Roy was one who had a reputation about shunning paperwork, he did pick up his pen, and jotted down what Squall said. While he might be considered lazy at some aspects of his job, this wasn't one of them, and he was sure that his Lieutenant would likely question him about all this anyway. Better to be prepared than to get a lecture after the fact. His pen did pause for a moment as black eyes momentarily moved upward to look at him. What, had he started off when he was a child, or was he simply younger than he looked? Regardless, experience only counted for so much to begin with.

"Para-magic?" Roy questioned as Squall stopped talking. There were many terms that he wasn't familiar with, though he knew that different worlds had different aspects to them. In some, alchemy wasn't 'real' like it was in his world, though there at least most people had heard of it. Even if he couldn't use it, Roy still wanted to know what it was.

That moment of scrutiny got no particular reaction from Squall beyond a little lift of his eyebrows, a blank look as though he weren't even aware that he'd said anything unusual.

"Yeah," he replied, ducking his head in an abbreviated little nod. "It's... kinda hard to explain, with all the different things people can do around here. Magic spells, basically. But not like a sorceress. I have to draw the energy off of other sources." A beat passed before he went on, "I have some cures left, but I'd rather save them for emergencies."

"If I may, other sources, such as?" If they weren't in city, which they seemed not to be, it likely didn't matter, but he would rather be thorough. After all, he didn't know much about this man, though he somehow doubted that someone who wanted to work for the Police Force would be the type to say, use human lives as an energy source.

"That's fine. The hospital offers a wide range of healers for such problems. Your mercenary training then was similar to a military one then?"

"Monsters, mostly. Or objects with the right kind of energy, but I haven't found any in the City so far. I guess if I went up against an enemy who could use magic I might be able to draw from them, but it hasn't really come up yet." Squall shrugged, a quick jerk of his shoulders under his jacket.

"I was trained at Garden," he said in answer to Roy's last question. "It's a military academy. SeeD's command structure is a little loose," and for some reason he looked a little sour as he said it, "but I know how to obey a contract, and I know how to follow orders."

He gave a nod of his head, more to tell that he was listening than anything else. Of course the words meant little to him, as he was not from his world, though Roy had to assume that military training across the worlds would be similar, at least in the basics.

"Alright. And gunblade is as it sounds?" A gun and a blade?

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"Sort of," Squall answered, with a momentary look down at the weapon in question. "The rounds are just gunpowder charges. They give the blade extra kick. More cutting power. It can't fire real bullets - the accuracy would be crap, anyway."

He let that sit for a moment before wondering, "Anything else you wanna know?"

A kick? He'd seen a variety of different automail, but that was, well, something else. He scribbled again down on his pad of paper.

"And the other weapons you know how to use?" Were they all the same sort as that, or perhaps there was something a bit more normal, like a gun? Then again, who was Roy to talk, given that he used his alchemy as his main weapon despite the fact that he could use a gun.

Squall shrugged again. "Most firearms. Combat knife. A straight sword if I need to. Hand to hand if I need to. I'm best with the gunblade, though." He paused a moment for thought before adding, "Plus first aid and wilderness survival, not like that's so much of an issue around here, some training in tactics for small teams, and I can drive pretty much anything with wheels well enough to at least get where I'm going." He stated each of these plainly and with the simple confidence of unembellished fact.

"You won't find too many vehicles in this city. We generally get around by foot, although the Warden is available in times of need to we need to get somewhere fast."

Leaning backwards, he rocked in his chair for a moment. "That's about all I had in way of questions. I'd like to see you in action, with your weapon of choice, but before that, if there were any questions that you had?"

Squall considered the question, but not for very long. "I'd like to know what kind of work I'd be doing exactly," he said. "And what the pay is." Not that he needed much in any case, but after all he was raised as a mercenary. Establishing these sorts of things beforehand was something that he took as a matter of course.

"The kind of work will depend upon which section you end up in."

Looking at him though, he doubted already that forensics would be the sort of thing that would interest him, let alone the Prison. "Our main focus is to try to keep the citizens safe, of course. There are people from a variety of backgrounds, some of who are dangerous. We generally gather information on the ones who show themselves to be a more serious threat or who might threaten others. There is also a part of the force who deals with engaging any threats or hazards that the city might offer, or patrol areas to keep an eye out."

A slight smirk, for he was a man right to the point. "The pay is fairly decent." At least for a person who stuck to their hours. Roy had a problem of working most days, but he didn't expect his men and women to do that. "It's $(idk) an hour."

"All right." Satisfied with that, Squall nodded shortly, a little downward jerk of his head. "That's fine, then." No further questions, and - as he usually preferred - no further words wasted. Instead he watched Roy a little bit expectantly, waiting for the next move or... whatever.

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