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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?

Comments

[innoxious]

[ One of these days — once she's better, or over the network but when she has more time to type — she'll tell him all about it, to reassure him that she's capable. Although she might sound like she's bragging...

But for now, she listens, and nods in support of his ideas. She likes him, actually. Definitely someone she can take orders from. ]

I can gather intel, or take scouting missions.

Or do paperwork. Someone has to, right?

[ She grins as she types that last bit, then turns the screen towards him again. ]

[deathisanopendoor]

Mm.

[He smiles in approval. He likes her so far, too, and is glad that someone easygoing yet competent will be working with him. The inconvenience of having a conversation where he reads the words on her phone is trivial in comparison.]

I'm sure you'll become popular with your coworkers if you choose to take the paperwork upon yourself.

[innoxious]

[ There had been a time when being popular was a big deal for her. She'd struggled in her siblings' shadows, trying to be more than the kid sister of their future queen and the future general; then, after the plague left her voiceless, she'd struggled with the cloak of pseudo-invisibility that had descended upon her.

But then the war came and now she doesn't really care anymore. There are far more important things. ]

Someone has to do the dirty jobs.

Will there be a meeting with everyone?

My number: ###-####

[deathisanopendoor]

A meeting wouldn't be a bad idea. We at least need to be aware of each other.

[He reaches into a pocket to pull out his tablet, recording the number and name and then locating his own number that he can display to her in turn.]

For now we are still in a transitional period of acquiring the duties as is practical.