Fourth Omen ♛ [Voice || Action]

[histruename]

Is there any kind of law enforcement around here? I know nothing's permanent, but it might be a good idea.

[There. Short and sweet. If he's wrong, he'll be happy to be corrected. If not? Well. He just might need to find some people who can help him do something about it. His last run-in with that bigass dragon had him thinking about stuff like

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[ohmykethe]

...There ain't no dogs, far as I can see. I seriously ain't crying for it, neither.

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[histruename]

I'm guessing you're not much of a fan.

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[ohmykethe]

I ain't seen no murders or robberies, so I don't see a need to be. Unless you got something to report?

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[histruename]

No. I'm thinking on a bigger scale. Things like evacuation plans and crowd control, some kind of alert system if there's something big enough to hit the whole village.

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[poorneedyand]

Haven't heard about anything like that, but it couldn't hurt.

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[histruename]

No, it couldn't. But I think most people are set on taking care of things themselves.

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[poorneedyand]

Maybe, but then you're in trouble the minute you could actually use an honest cop. [However many of those exist.] Seems to me like it'd be useful.

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[histruename]

I'm glad you think so. You wouldn't believe how many goddamn stubborn people are responding to this.

[His patience is running a little thin. Take a deep breath, HB. Things will get sorted out.]

Sorry. I've never been cut out for this kind of thing.

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[touchofrogue]

[Did someone say Item Shop?

Rogue is chilling at her counter to Garbage's smooth sounds not... actually... doing much. The daily sorting's been done already and even though she has a book, she's not reading it.

Actually, what she has is a blank notebook in which she is sketching things. Because. Yesterday there was a young Charles Xavier - with hair! - from another parallel world who showed up and what is her life? She glances up at the door when the bell over it jingles--]

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[touchofrogue]

[Seriously? What is her life?

She drops the pencil and tenses immediately, one hand going to the edge of her glove. Which isn't fair, and she knows it, considering who her not-brother and one of her teachers are, but if that guy doesn't look like nearly every depiction of the devil this lapsed Southern Baptist saw growing up, she doesn't know what does.

But Rogue's way is the bravado way, which is why she manages a very impressive:]

Uh. Hey.

LOL Poor Rogue

[histruename]

[He just nods to her silently, then trudges on cloven hooves through to the store to rifle through the bins. That's some interesting music you've got going on there, kid. He's always been a little intrigued by the younger generation's choice of music, even though the pop can be pretty grating. This isn't too bad.]

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[wears_a_torc]

I haven't heard anything about police.

But there are a pair of groups that are meant to help people, The Blue Rouges and the Brave something. [Knuckles is quiet for a moment trying to remember but he can't. ...I'm pretty sure it began with V.

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[histruename]

I've heard about the Blue Rogues, but I don't know much about the other one.

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[wears_a_torc]

I read they did "Missions and odd jobs", and helped out the other group sometimes. I don't know much beyond that. [The Guide didn't say anything else, and Knuckles wasn't interested in finding out details on what sounded like a mercenary group.]

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[crisis_rain]

How ironic! I was just talkin' about this with good old Giles the other day.

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[histruename]

Great minds think alike. What did you guys talk about?

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[crisis_rain]

Mostly about using the tunnels for a prison. Seein' as the power cap is in full effect down there, they wouldn't be able to break out.

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[histruename]

I didn't think about that. Not a bad idea.