Log; Ongoing

[snapofmyfingers.livejournal.com]

When; Thursday, June 8
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Lal Mirch and Roy Mustang
Summary; Lal comes in for an interview for the Police Force
Log;

It wasn't as if Roy took a long lunch away, for he generally did brown bag it. While he wasn't what one would call a great cook (or even a good cook) he did enjoy it. He had another interview today, and had stayed at his desk over the lunch hour, for the most part. Akuna had needed to go out for a walk after all, but the puppy was now sitting in the corner chewing on a toy.

Looking at his clock, lunch was over. Lal would be arriving likely soon, and for that reason Roy didn't bother starting any of his paperwork. After all, there was no point to starting it only to have it be interrupted, right? Anyone in the force would point the way out to Roy's office at the end of the hall, and he merely doodled on the corner of a piece of paper waiting.

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[chili-trainer.livejournal.com]

There was a certain irony to her seeking employment within the police force after so many years within the mafia and CEDEF. But she needed something to keep herself occupied and her energies which had back in her own been channeled into helping Tsuna train now had no outlet.

She was prompt as she had promised, knocking on the door to Roy's office with a few precise raps to the wood, pausing only a moment to wait for his response before she opened the door. "Colonel Mustang?" She had chosen to leave her cloak behind thanks in part to the summer heat, though she remained armed with her box weapon at her belt and her standard blasting weapon was strapped onto her wrist, though one wouldn't understand that was it's purpose simply by looking at it. "I hope I'm not late."

[snapofmyfingers.livejournal.com]

Many people were not as they seemed. That was one of many things that Roy had learned. Of course the same was true back at home, for there were chimera now it seemed who could alter their form, but that still did not explain some of the things that he saw in this place. They had become in a way common place, but he knew that things should never be judged as they seemed.

He stifled a yawn (for his naps had been few and far between lately) and told her to enter with the knock. A nod of his head confirmed her question, and he made a motion to the chair before his desk where she could take a seat. "No, you're fine. Please, take a seat."

She wasn't late either, though a couple minutes here or there would not have bothered him in the least, so long as if and when it came time to actually work, she was there when needed. Otherwise... well Roy would say that even he wasn't always prompt.

[chili-trainer.livejournal.com]

A slight nod and she sat down in the chair across from the alchemist. She held a disciplined air even though her appearance contradicted that attitude she carried with her constantly. She sat with a straight back, her arms crossed and resting over her stomach.

"I assume you want to know what experience I have that would be beneficial to the force?"

[snapofmyfingers.livejournal.com]

Roy on the other hand was slouching forward. What people saw was not often what they got with him, for many assumed that he was just a lazy womanizer, although he was anything but the sort.

"That would be a good start. Any sort of training or perhaps abilities that would be helpful. The city is full of a variety of different people, some with abilities and some without. We do function as a team, but any knowledge about your talents would be beneficial."

[chili-trainer.livejournal.com]

The woman took a deep breath before starting in on her credentials. "I have military training from serving several years in COMSUBIN. I've had experience on the battlefield and in training others to be ready for combat. For the past several years I've been working as part of..."

Before coming to the interview she had already decided that revealing her links to the mafia wouldn't be wise, even in a place like the city.

"Of a private security force. I'm well versed in many different fighting styles. I can operate the flame-box weapons of my world as well as more conventional weapons."

[snapofmyfingers.livejournal.com]

Another one with military training, although by looking at her one would not think so. Then again, he didn't judge a book by its cover. His pen jotted down, writing as she spoke. Her pause was noted, his eyes darting up for a moment, regarding her. She continued, though Roy made a small note. He didn't expect everyone to tell everything about their past, but if it proved to be something that would endanger his men, well he wouldn't stand for that.

"Flame-box weapons?" He paused in his writing, looking up at her again. He couldn't say that he was familiar with that term. "And those are?"

[chili-trainer.livejournal.com]

"They're specialized weapons developed in my own world." She unhooked her signal box from it's hook on her belt. "They respond to different dying will flames channeled through rings," She lifted her other hand to show what looked to be several odd looking slightly gaudy rings which after a moment of focus blazed to life with unnaturally colored flames of purple and dark blue.

"They serve a variety of purposes depending on what box is being used and each box responds only to one type of flame." The flames died away abruptly and Lal put the box back in it's place on her belt.