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[deathisanopendoor]

[Wherever you may be—at home on your farm, out and about in town, exploring the wildlife, or perhaps even wandering through the more dangerous areas—someone has come to approach you, seemingly patrolling the area with a confident stride.]

Excuse me. I wanted to inform you that I have assumed the position of Sheriff. My name is Munakata, first name Kyousuke, and I can be contacted under that name at any time if you have issues that require police intervention. If you are capable of taking care of yourself I encourage you to apply for a position under me. We could use greater numbers to enforce order.

[Kyousuke himself is white-haired and imposing, with large snowy owl wings on his back and feathers covering the area where his right eye should be, like so. He is visibly carrying a sword, with another one tucked hidden in his coat in a compact state. He doesn't give off the impression that he's going to be a very easygoing Sheriff... but at least if you're in danger, that might be reassuring?]

Do you have any further questions or suggestions?

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[stabbersinyerfambles]

[It's past sunset which is when the miqo'te prefers to start his day, at the moment seeing what he can do about a meal in town before everything closes down for the night. Cehd'ra's ears twitch at Kyousuke's approach, resisting the urge to duck away...but if he wanted to be a threat he would have had that sword drawn.

Hearing him out puts Cehd'ra much closer to at ease, the miqo'te subconsciously tugging his somewhat tattered black and gold uniform straighter, his own daggers still sheathed on his hips. This is the sheriff now? That would mean...]

I've already signed on, sir. Cehd'ra Rowe.

[Should he salute? Bow? This isn't the army but there has to be some protocol...]

[deathisanopendoor]

[He blinks at the ears, which are familiar to him now, but which aren't something he can just take for granted anymore. He wonders what worlds this man passe through, and at what point he picked up the ears... but that curiosity is less immediately relevant to the conversation. He notices the uniform, too.]

Ah, I see. I saw your name on file. What is your experience with law enforcement?

[Cehd'ra is already hired, and so this isn't really a job interview—but Kyousuke doesn't bother reassuring him about the nature of his question, and it comes off more judgmental than intended.]

[stabbersinyerfambles]

[The ears are perfectly normal...the wings are not but Cehd'ra's seen a lot of oddities since stepping off that bus. A very large sheep man, for example. The miqo'te can handle a winged hyur with only one double take.

Besides, Kyousuke being the sheriff and all, he doesn't want to insult a superior. Especially not one who already sounds skeptical of him.]

I'm a soldier. Was. Was a soldier. Up until recently...

['Hours before making it to the valley' recently, in fact. What to do with himself now had become a problem, one that signing on as an officer seemed to be the best solution for.]

I admit it isn't exactly the same.

[alloutoflove]

[ Oh, for more appropriate clothes to ham this up. Her old apron! A checkered dress! Something that would make waltzing up to him to play along more appropriate!

Unfortunately, what money she does have has been spent on things for their farm, and otherwise frittered away on little treats. Which... now that she thinks about it, he'd probably raise an eyebrow at her for, but at least she wouldn't be in trouble. Much trouble. The sort of trouble that doesn't need to be shared in public.

But she can't help it. She clears her throat while he's waiting for the answer from whatever poor person he's looming over, and she says, ]

Munakata-kun, a word? When you're done. ♥

[ She's so mild about it. Surely there's nothing serious, ]

[deathisanopendoor]

[He turns to her with a puzzled frown; it sounds almost as if he's the one in trouble. (The person he was talking to is more than happy to take this excuse to not have this conversation anymore. They weren't eager to be having it in the first place, and abscond when Kyousuke's attention is distracted.)]

Yes? What is it?

THIS IS ALSO OTA, THREADJACK AWAY IF DESIRED

[rockyxiii]

[What would the officer be without his faithful dog underling? Literally. Half-literally. Ten percent literally, whatever—the point is that there's a man following Kyousuke at a bit of a distance, dressed in uniform himself. Physically, he's even more imposing, being slightly taller, even broader, and with one hell of a resting bitch face.

But this man has a dog tail and ears, as if he's the police dog to match Kyousuke's police . . . owl . . . and also, that tail is wagging furiously, totally ruining the hardass policeman effect. So it goes.

He's open to be approached, questioningly looked at, asked about police work, or whatever. Either way, at some point, there's a lull in things, and he speeds his stride to catch up to Kyousuke himself.]

How's it going, big shot? No more delivering mail.

[deathisanopendoor]

Delivering mail wasn't all that bad.

[He smiles as he turns to the voice.]

Better than the work on the island. But this should be better than both. Between this and the farm, there shouldn't be too much downtime.

[He thoughtlessly said that like that was a good thing even though his downtime has been pretty damn sweet recently.......]

[alloutoflove]

[ If she can flirt with the sheriff, she can flirt with his not-so-little dog, too.

Which is to say, it's in that awkward in-between period between meals when she comes sashaying up to him, a wrapped bento-sized item in her hands. She's not trying to sneak up on him, but she does switch her approach from a straightforward one to a sidle, getting up to his side and then peeking up through her lashes at him. ]

Hey~ Officer. ♥ Do you have a moment?

[ringrust]

[Guess who's going to give Maera some grief the minute they have a moment together. GUESS.]

How's the K9 Unit doing?

[THIIIIIIIIIS GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUY]

[standingonmyneck]

[...Oh woah, she knew that tone and stance anywhere. Her brain screamed "Luna". But only in voice. It would take a millisecond to realize that this was "Icarus". The slightly friendlier one of them that didn't make Daria nearly as uncomfortable.


This was what he was capable of, though. Wow.

She stared right at Icaru--"Munakata", not really doing much other than giving a deadpan expression. But she had gotten far better at welcoming people important to her important people. Ica-"Munakata" was fine by her book, and would receive pretty decent respect.]

Just one. Pays better than your own job, doesn't it?

[Hey.]

[deathisanopendoor]

[Oh... There's an unexpected face. He can see the recognition in her eyes, too, which is all the better; he didn't really know her well enough to navigate the situation of knowing her double when she didn't recognize him in return, and he's grateful that he's spared it for now.]

"Your own job"? Do you mean in comparison to self-employment? I think that's variable. Certainly, depending on your skillset, you might be able to earn quite a bit of money through farming or otherwise. But if you'd prefer a steady paycheck it may provide financial security to work for the local government.

[dontcallmedeku]

[Izuku is on All Might's far when he's approached by Kyousuke. The green haired teen is hard at work pulling weeds and dumping them in the bucket. He stands and turns when he hears the footsteps of the confident stride. He listens to the announcement and it piques his interest. Sheriff who is looking for police and deputies? It wouldn't be a bad position to integrate himself into for multiple reasons.]

It is nice to meet you Munakata-san. My name is Midoriya Izuku. I can take care of myself. I was a hero in training back home. In the East's most prestigious high school, U.A. Would you be willing to let me try out to join your growing police force?

[deathisanopendoor]

[This kid gets straight to the point. Kyousuke finds it a positive quality, although it makes him wonder how militarized this... "East's most prestigious high school" was. (He feels reflexively scornful that any school would tout itself above Hope's Peak, but he grudgingly accepts that Hope's Peak probably doesn't exist in every universe. Hope's Peak certainly wasn't the kind of establishment that had its students deliver answers to questions with such discipline, either.)]

Of course. The city will be taking care of hiring officers independent of my oversight, for the time being, but I would be willing to work with you.

[ringrust]

[Here's Police Dog #2! Only figuratively, alas; no cute ears and tail for Mallory. He doesn't even get to accompany Kyousuke and Maera on their little farm tour! Something about three big, stern-looking guys looking more like a pack of thugs to the locals than trustful peacekeepers? What a bunch of wimps.

Ah well. He's fine with holding down the fort at the (small, cozy, quaint) station anyway. (There's even one of those old-timey looking cells, wow.)

Maera's the one who's closer with this particular Kyousuke anyway... Mallory's more than ready to catch up, but it's not lost on him that there's still some small degree of distance there, even with only the one Kyousuke around. But he's used to loving from afar. At least he gets to be perfectly open about it now.

Which is why he has no shame in gazing fondly at Kyousuke when he is around, a dreamy lovestruck fool.]

Look at you, Mr. Large-And-In-Charge... you always were at your best at the head of things.

[Worst too, sometimes, BUT UH. NEVER MIND THAT.]

[deathisanopendoor]

[Ahhhh. When he enters the station and gets a glimpse of Mallory there, he pauses, hovering. Of course he still feels a reflexive awkwardness around Mallory, which he knows that eventually he's going to have to address, but for now he's just ignoring it and pretending it will go away. And suddenly, in this moment, it is going away, if temporarily, because he can't help but melt in response to a look like that, lowering his guard.]

And it's an honor to have you working with me when I am. It's the support of people like you that enable me to flourish.

[autolatrist]

[And then there's this guy, decked in a huge mistake which should be enough of a crime to get him arrested on the spot, honestly. He's humming to himself and happily tending to the beginnings of what looks like it will be a massive garden around his little house. Totally oblivious until Kyousuke's right behind him.

-Eh?

[He listens about as far as the word "sheriff" before his mind takes off in a dozen different directions. Is he under arrest for something?! Has someone tracked him down from home? His brothers must have framed him because they were jealous of his happy practically-married life! Or maybe they noticed his absence and sent out a search party... no, who is Karamatsu kidding. Even he can't believe that one anymore.

Man, this guy's really cool-looking. Is he related to Weiss? They both have white hair and those striking eyes... Or maybe he's an angel? Ah... Yes. Of course. That makes the most sense. He pulls his sunglasses from a pocket he couldn't possibly even have in those shorts and dons them and a smug grin.]

Heh... So the lawman of the lord has come to send me back to Hell at last...

[deathisanopendoor]

[Kyousuke opens his mouth, and then...

closes his mouth...

Well, there were bound to be some weirdos like this around. It was just inevitable.]

Have you done anything warranting of that already?

[sheepdad]

[ Belias looks down to Kyousuke, giving a small grunt. He is intimidating, isn't he. ]

Your order - is it simply following the laws of this land?

[deathisanopendoor]

[Huh... Belias reminds Kyousuke of some of the spirits he encountered in Koriko. He's a little surprised, but he's used to letting that surprise bubble underneath the surface without showing on his face.]

More or less. But if I find the laws lacking, I will be sure to fill in the gaps to prevent the reign of chaos.

[So basically "no" is what he means. "No, it's more what Kyousuke personally thinks is a good idea." Thanks. Very helpful and reassuring, Kyousuke.]

[innoxious]

[ At his introduction, Fia straightens and salutes snappily, mouthing: Sheriff, sir.

She's not an imposing figure, but it's not hard to miss the effects of being from a military family and the early combat training. She has a bow strapped to her back, and a dagger tucked into her belt.

Then she takes out her phone, quickly typing something before handing it over to him. ]

My name is Fiammetta Nox. I have signed up, sir.

I can't speak, but I am capable.

[deathisanopendoor]

[He's confused as he's handed the phone, but once he reads the message things make a little more sense, and he gets a better look over her as he hands the phone back.]

That's good to know. Speech shouldn't be a prerequisite for the position.

I'm curious about your experience, but it's only curiosity. You don't have to trouble yourself with writing everything out for my benefit. ...Perhaps we can establish a shorthand for matters of business while on the job.

[Shorthand, signals, whatever. It just seems like it's better to establish quick communication now, before they're in the middle of a crisis situation. (Are there likely to be crisis situations here in the peaceful farmland? Well, that's what the sheriff is here to be paranoid about, apparently.)]

[whisted]

[Of course it happens on his own farm. Of course it was going to happen somewhere sooner rather than later.

Horatio, at least, seems entirely resigned to it. The scythe in his hand is dropped before the end of the word 'sheriff,' and his hands are up, hovering with readiness to lace fingers behind his head, by the time the question is asked.]

--no, sir. Of course not.

[Who questions authority? Even in a safe, pleasant place like this, who would make a suggestion to the arm of the state?]

[deathisanopendoor]

Why is that a matter of course?

[Kyousuke observes Horatio's demeanor, not sure how he feels about it. If he's too skittish, that might cause more problems than it avoids...]

[anappleaday]

... Whose order are you going to be enforcing?

[ his current victim target conversational partner doesn't seem particularly intimidated. this might be accounted for by the fact that she's a: a match for him in height, b: visibly carrying herself like someone more than familiar with a fight, and c: wearing a giant toothy skull of some sort on her face like an incredibly macabre mask or visor.

despite the dubious nature of the question, her tone is calmly neutral, as is what's visible of her expression— but the way she's eyeing him through the eyesockets of the mask is steadily assessing. ]

[deathisanopendoor]

[The skull is... a statement, to say the least, but between his eccentric former coworkers and the supernatural spirits of Koriko, Kyousuke can't be as thrown off by it as he feels he maybe should be. He does note her lack of intimidation, though, and mentally files that information away.]

The local government's, and my own. I don't anticipate that the two will deviate much, but I won't pretend to you that I will ignore injustice in the moment, if it happens to not be covered by the law of the land.

[Sometimes Kyousuke has a habit of being overly honest, when he could just keep his mouth shut about hypothetical situations that will probably never happen. But no, he prioritizes full disclosure over putting people at ease, for better or worse.]