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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...]

[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, ]

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.

[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.]

[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?

[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.]

[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...

[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?

[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.

[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?]

[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. ]