Well, [ she starts, taking a dog in her arms to exact the heavenly belly scritches. tiramisu, the dog, rolls onto her legs cleanly to give her his belly. such a fuzzy wuzzy belly. ] pest control eliminates active dangers to society. Monsters, evils, [ she pauses to get the wording right, ] suffering as a whole.
[ she wants them all gone. if not in that world, then this one. ]
Public Safety is separated by divisions. Within these divisions, squads. Plenty of young people show up to take on the job, but I can say with certainty: all of them are far from prepared.
They are trained by our veterans, and I am the one who gives the order.
[ Okay, so pest control both sounds...like something he could have figured (she's said her world isn't too unlike this one, so monsters isn't a weird thing to hear), but it still sounds like more. There's a lot to it, and Robby puts it aside, isn't sure if the details are quite relevant about her world than Miss Makima herself.
Robby glances at the dog, entirely separate from any and all conversations other than belly love, to back to the woman. ]
So...is what you can do normal? Or what other people can do there? Make agreements--like you and Mob. Kinda like a bond.
[ she now has her eyes set on robby, despite her fingers doing a very satisfying scritchy-scratch, enough that tiramisu’s hind leg begins to kick. ]
The very way we share abilities and work together as a team is by creating these contracts.
[ a twisted truth. but that only brings makima’s smile to an amused curve, eyes going so big that they look curious when she asks: ]
Are you interested in something like that?
[ she knows it’s not the case, and he has very little to offer that he doesn’t already give her, free of charge. if anything, it’s to simply humor the conversation. ]
I talked about it with someone. [ Not a lie, and he looks down in a slightly sheepish way, back at her intentionally, deliberately--she may or may not notice, that he's thought about what he'd say, do, as he speaks. ] I know everyone's from a different place, but I don't know a lot of people who know about magical contracts.
[ His expression is amused, brushed by the inexperience he approaches the conversation. An awkwardness not entirely forced. ]
But you should be careful what you agree to. Can it go bad?
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[ He can infer on the side of pest control, but--it doesn't paint a clear picture, anyway. And a clearer picture is what he came here for. ]
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[ she wants them all gone. if not in that world, then this one. ]
Public Safety is separated by divisions. Within these divisions, squads. Plenty of young people show up to take on the job, but I can say with certainty: all of them are far from prepared.
They are trained by our veterans, and I am the one who gives the order.
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Robby glances at the dog, entirely separate from any and all conversations other than belly love, to back to the woman. ]
So...is what you can do normal? Or what other people can do there? Make agreements--like you and Mob. Kinda like a bond.
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[ she now has her eyes set on robby, despite her fingers doing a very satisfying scritchy-scratch, enough that tiramisu’s hind leg begins to kick. ]
The very way we share abilities and work together as a team is by creating these contracts.
[ a twisted truth. but that only brings makima’s smile to an amused curve, eyes going so big that they look curious when she asks: ]
Are you interested in something like that?
[ she knows it’s not the case, and he has very little to offer that he doesn’t already give her, free of charge. if anything, it’s to simply humor the conversation. ]
no subject
[ His expression is amused, brushed by the inexperience he approaches the conversation. An awkwardness not entirely forced. ]
But you should be careful what you agree to. Can it go bad?