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Post by Louis de Saint-Just on Oct 28, 2008 22:07:23 GMT -5
"Well, that's just too bad, Jeun. There is nothing I can do to help you."
Basil paused a moment, listening to the frantic reply on the other end, and slowly smirked. "I'm going to stop you right there, Jeun. Yes, there is something I could do, but I really have no reason to do it, it's too dangerous, and besides, I don't want to."
He picked up a popsicle, and tensed up his left shoulder so as to hold the phone to his ear without his hands, which were busy peeling off the wrapping as if it was a banana that needed to be peeled. There was a look of intense concentration on his face, before he paused, just about to lift the popsicle to his mouth. "Who's this?" he asked sharply, a scowl replacing his smirk as if his face had just been struck by lightning. The answer made him put his popsicle onto its wrapping on the desk, so that he could hold the phone with his hand. Leaning forwards, with his elbows propping him up, he frowned. Clearly, the voice was disturbing him, even though Basil's usual expression was a frown.
"Who the hell-" he said, mouth screwing up as he was interrupted. "And you... Are you sure?"
Basil put the phone back on its cradle, and looked down at the popsicle, not hungry for it any longer. Of course, he had just eaten an hour ago, but the metabolism...
He didn't say anything for a few minutes, which made sense since he was alone in the office.
Finally, he picked up the popsicle, and licked it in a contemplative manner. "Well."
The knock on the door did not make him look up, and so he didn't answer until the man was all the way down the stairs. "Hello......Chief..."
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Post by Fabre d'Eglantine on Nov 3, 2008 0:41:19 GMT -5
He had no intention of getting comfortable, or spending too much time in this man's office. In fact, he had forgotten the real reason he would even come here. At least, on this particular day. So soon after his promotion, and he would probably make enemies with this Basil guy. At least, it would make a bad first impression to show up without any remmebered reason. He had known earlier, on the way. Then gone.
Sometimes, he cursed his father for more than the years of abuse he'd dealt with. Forgetting the important stuff, then remembering at the oddest of times. Though he'd never mention it, and it was happening more lately than ever. Being in charge now, instead of just another officer within many. No, he was the important one. The one who's name was known. The one who gave the orders. Which wasn't a big change for Kyle. He had been giving orders before anyways.
He looked at Basil, now standing in the man's office. This better all come back to him soon, or he'd freak out with just the stress of coming up with an explanation. Bad way to start things off. He kept a calm look, keeping his normal good and confident posture. Still, his eyes revealed the nervousness and the fact that he really didn't want to be here. He'd have to work on the social parts of it.
"So... You're Basil?" He muttered, almost just to himself. He'd heard of the man, never met him. Never seemed to want to either. This was going to be one awkward way to meet each other.
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Post by Louis de Saint-Just on Nov 3, 2008 16:35:32 GMT -5
Basil leaned back in his chair, and raised an eyebrow. The man they had chosen for the chief was...interesting, to say the least. He would not have been Basil's first choice, but then again, Basil would have been his own first choice, so he couldn't have expected any better. At any rate, the city council had chosen someone to lead the raggedy crew that was the few handfuls of police in this town.
"Yes," he said, unable to resist a bit of a smirk. It wasn't a good idea to anger his boss on the first day, but Basil had grown comfortable in his cave of an office. He made a bit of an effort to wipe the smirk away, but it was mostly a futile attempt. "Yes, I am Basil. And you are?"
Former officer, Kyle Gertz, who lived in the apartment complexes built for the people of Shawl but populated by those who ran the law, lover of dogs and now the Chief of the Police Department of Shawl. Of course Basil knew who he was, but it wasn't really so much a formal introduction if one person didn't have the chance to introduce themselves. The man looked a bit blank, so maybe he was trying to work up the courage to talk to Basil and not seem like a complete fool. Not that Basil hadn't already judged him: he was a police officer, and that was where Basil drew the line on acceptable people.
Basil decided that he could just cut to the chase, and that standing around was not going to do anyone a fat lot of good, since he did have paperwork to do and a case to solve. "What exactly do you want?"
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Post by Fabre d'Eglantine on Nov 18, 2008 0:51:03 GMT -5
Kyle looked at him, unsure. "Figured it would be best to meet with you, being that you're in charge here." He said, then shrugged. "Plus, just came for a normal inspection of this whole thing and such." He looked around, obviously not used to any formal meeting with anyone. Especially as the boss. Closest he had gotten was pulling a couple officers aside and lecturing them. This was nothing like that.
"This... will not end up well..." He mumbled to himself, looking around once more. Anything so he didn't have to look Basil straight in the eyes. Didn't have to look at him for that matter. Maybe he should get a dog... or maybe a cat... no... way off subject. Definitely. He wasn't sure how that came up in his thoughts, but quickly pushed it aside. Those were not good thoughts for such a stressful situation. He wasn't sure what to do otherwise either. It had been a big jump from being a normal officer, only slightly higher in rank than the general, to being the chief.
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Post by Louis de Saint-Just on Nov 22, 2008 20:17:30 GMT -5
Basil smirked. He loved it when people were too afraid to meet his gaze. It allowed him to not feel terribly guilty about whatever he said to them after. The only time he'd lost any sleep over his rudeness was...well, never.
"Well, great. We're all met then, aren't we. Now you can go ahead and run along, unless you're actually going to inspect something around here instead of just standing about. You're ruining my concentration," he said, turning his full attention back towards the file in front of him. He'd done all of his paperwork the day before (in preparation for a possible meeting with the Chief of Police who he did not respect, but whose rules he was subject to), and now he just had the puzzling case sitting in front of him. Who the hell killed someone without any trace? And who would go and shoot a person right after they did so? He didn't know of any super powers that made that sort of aberration possible. It could be that the shooting was unrelated to the actual killing and that it was just to throw Basil off the trail...but as they hadn't found out who owned the gun (it wasn't registered, and he couldn't trace it), they couldn't figure out who it was. His best bet, he figured, would be the van that carried the dead people to wherever they were found. Van, truck, car...if they had a license plate number he might be able to find out who it was. But as of yet, nobody had seen the criminal unload the body, and nobody had mentioned any suspicious vehicles around.
Although he hadn't actually asked anybody about a van...
"Sorry, what was that?" Basil asked, a muttered comment tugging his mind away from the case. He hadn't made out any words, but whatever it was, it had distracted him, and that was enough to make his eyes narrow. Was the Chief of Police still standing there?
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