Inertia

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

	Attire: Ballroom Garment Interaction(s): Callum Danrose @Helo, Edin Danrose, Alibeth Danrose. Mention(s): Duke Lorenzo @FunnyGuy, Wulfric Danrose @SilverPaw

Callum, his dearest younger brother. The black-haired prince perhaps despised his own family the most, though not without good reason. Even Auguste can attest that their father could be horrid on good days and terrible on worst days. Callum was the type to rebel, angering their already irascible father even more. His brother had a measure of bravery unbeknownst to Auguste, as while Auguste still loved his dysfunctional family, he did acquiesce to whatever his father wanted. The bravery to stand up to their father was laudable. Many times he's had to step in-between both of them, every time attempting to quell the flames to a smoulder.

His brother's icy words always contained an element of harsh truths causing the jab to sting that little bit more. Despite this, Auguste smiled back in response, "You know me, ever the busy-body, eh?"

"I am not entirely privy on the details... but Duke Vikenzo may have incurred the wrath of the Alidasht Sultan, the Grand Vizier, and the Shahzade and Shehzadi." Auguste frowned slightly, Duke Vikenzo was an honest man, almost to a fault. The Duke appeared to be wholly unsuited to tread the barbed path that is nobility. The Prince's heart broke when he heard the news of his wife's passing. Ever since then Vikenzo has attempted his best to fit into the noble court... to varying degrees of success or failure.

Auguste slapped Callum's back with a grin, "Stand up straighter, brother, we don't want to incur father's ire anymore than we have already have."

Auguste led the way to the ballroom, each step accentuated the silence between the two. It wasn't like Auguste did not understand his brother, in-fact he may be the closest to understanding Callum. However, their lives as princes have already dotted their fate. Be that good or ill, Auguste believed that they were to serve Caesonia and her people.

"If father asks, inform him it was my fault for your late arrival." Auguste instructs. Throughout the years he's learned his brother had a weaker constitution than himself or Wulfric. During their youth Callum had always struggled to keep up with either of them... If things do indeed go sour, a physical punishment is something Auguste could suffer through quite easily, and he would rather not have Callum go through something like that.

The duo had finally made their way to the ballroom, entering as inconspicuously as two late princes of Caesonia could. A few eyes already trained on them as they stepped into the ballroom. The stench of animal musk and noble perfume imbibed itself and entered his nose. A certain underlying tenseness choked the friendly atmosphere.

Auguste made eye contact with his father, even from the distance he could tell that he was not pleased. Auguste steeled his expression and made his way through the ballroom to greet his parents first before anything else.

Ever the filial son.

Auguste returned the few that did greet him on the way with a quick bow and light smile before excusing himself.

"Father, Mother." Auguste addressed them both with a genuinely warm smile and a full-bow. "I hope your gathering has been going swell."

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

	Attire: Linen -> Ballroom Garment Interaction(s): Callum Danrose @Helo Mention(s):

A bead of sweat ran down Auguste's cheek as his horse galloped towards the palace. While he was sternly warned to arrive at a specified time, he lost track of it indulging his swordsmanship. Including the time he needs to wash himself and dress up with some servants' help there was a good chance he would miss the beginning proceedings. Auguste handed off his horse to one of the stable-boys in a rush as he sprinted towards the palace. Horse-pulled carriages all appeared to be traveling towards the palace.

Auguste noticed guests had already begun slowly trickling into the palace. The Second Prince hoisted a fur covering over the high fence railing and clambered over it. He entered the palace through a secret back entrance. His current outfit, a simple linen shirt and trousers, was caked in dirt, grime, and sweat. Partly due to training, mostly due to his rushing back to the palace. As he got to his room, he had a servant help him with a bath and clothing.

At this point the servants knew of his easy-going nature, some even preferring to be assigned to him or his brother Callum. It seemed that Wystan was still away, and as such he requested assistance from Clifton instead. "Thanks, Clifton." Auguste smiled warmly, "... Ah Father mustn't hear of this... although on the off-chance he does, pin all the blame on me instead, eh? I can handle father's wrath." He gave a wink as he shed his current garments.

"Of course, your royal highness." Clifton said, face as neutral as always.

"There's no need to call me that without father, mother, or brother around, you know?" He replied.

"It wouldn't be proper." Clifton replied.

Auguste clicked his tongue playfully at Clifton's usual no-nonsense reply.

While Auguste could have (and usually preferred to) bathed himself, it was quicker with some else's help. And he was on borrowed time as is. In the interim of the bath and dressing, he made idle conversation with the listless servant.

"Is your family doing well?"

"As always, sir."

"That's good, that's good. I hoped the doctor I recommended helped."

"He was helpful, sir."

"Give my greetings to your family."

"I will, sir."

Soon enough, he was dressed into his assigned attire. The arms, waist, and leggings were particularly tighter than necessary. Recently his father had been trying to up his appeal, mainly through his body. All of his newly tailor-made clothing hugged his body tightly; all a dress size too small and each threatening to cut off blood flow. It was easy to piece together what his father had in mind, but it wasn't any less troublesome.

Auguste thanked Clifton one more time before he was stopped by the servant.

"I've received word that His Royal Highness Callum is not attendance. Your father has tasked you with, quote, 'Dragging his ass into the ballroom', unquote." Clifton's expression shifted yet remained unreadable.

"Ah, alright, I'll get Callum." Auguste nodded affirmatively. He had an idea where his brother would be. It appeared that Callum was somewhat of a troublemaker like Auguste, although much less covert in his methods.

Auguste had once more requested assistance from the servants, listing off possible places to search while he checked the most likely place Callum had stowed himself away in- the Royal Library. With a quickened pace he made his way to the library. As to be expected, no soul roamed the libraries due to the party.

"Callum? Brother? Are you in here?" Auguste called out, his voice echoed slightly, "Father has requested our presence in the ballroom, it appeared something big happened with Duke Vikenzo. The servants could scant offer any more detail."

"We have to make haste, you know how father gets."

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Auguste Danrose

Auguste Alden Danrose, 22, Male

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Appearance

Height:
5'11"

Weight:
185 lbs

Eye Color:
Dull, piercing yellow

Hair Length/Texture:
Short-Medium

Hair Color:
Pale Blond Hair, nearing White

Skin Color:
Pale

Facial details(freckles, moles, etc):
Numerous small scarring along his arms, ending right before his hands.

Distinguishing features:

Particularly muscular and toned with pronounced calluses as a result of his hobby. Is said to bear a more striking resemblance to his mother than father.

Clothing Preferences:

Tight-fitting clothing are his norm, provided he has no plans for extraneous activities. Otherwise has a preference to loose clothing that does not restrict his movement.

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆ His Custom-Forged Broadsword "Austeré"
⋆ Clear, sunny days
⋆ Friendly spars
⋆ Conversation
⋆ Family
⋆ Ballads
⋆ Animals

Dislikes:
⋆ Abuse of status or authority
⋆ Perceived singing voice
⋆ Family, at times
⋆ Hidden agendas
⋆ Losing

Sexuality:
Demisexual

Hobbies:
⋆ Fitness in general- usually in the form of swordsmanship, running, sparring, and similar
⋆ Mingling with common folk, usually through disguises
⋆ Maintenance of his weapon
⋆ Secret shame singing
⋆ Socializing

Life Goals/Dreams:
Fulfill the obligations of the Danrose name

Personality Summary:

For a noble, Auguste is a cordial individual. Regarded as the most affable and friendly of the Danrose lineage. He believes in treating everyone with equal respect irregardless of stature or standing, only not doing so when he deems the person unworthy of said respect. He has a certain charisma to his speech, effortlessly turning odd acquaintances to a weird sort of friendship. On occasion, his friendliness has caused friction between him and his fellow nobles regarding following proper conduct befitting that of a 'noble'.

Despite this, he is plenty aware of the quagmire that is politics and his position as the second prince. As such, he carries himself accordingly, the dreaded fear of bringing shame to his house etched into the back of his mind. Auguste has unforeseen skills in politics. In political scenarios, he is said to have a keen and analytical eye, and is able to handle himself well.

Regarding sparring, Auguste has an almost unquenchable thirst for the 'thrill' of battle. Feeling 'truly alive' during the intense, fiery moments of a duel. Despite his love for battle, he is a strict adherent of peace between kingdoms. This clumsy naivety stems from his lack of life experiences, he is of the belief that war affects the common-folk the most and benefits nobility.

Being an extroverted sort, he finds striking up conversations to be an easy affair. He conforms on what he believes the conversation requires- be it him carrying the talk or letting the other take charge if need be.

Else, he usually attempts to reign his family in. Especially during social events, so as to not be wholly despised. Colloquially he is known as 'bridge-builder'.

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Current occupation:
Second Prince of Danrose

Any past occupations?:
N/A

Relatives:
⋆ Father – Edin Danrose
⋆ Mother – Alibeth Danrose
⋆ Older Brother - Wulfric Adelard Danrose
⋆ Younger Brother - Callum Alaric Danrose
⋆ Younger Sister - Anastasia Danrose

Skills:
⋆ Swordsmanship
⋆ Close Quarter Combat
⋆ Sword maintenance
⋆ Political maneuvering

Background

Born as the second son to the Danrose dynasty, Auguste has had obligations and expectations hoisted upon on him from youth. While his brother, Wulfric, was slated to be the crowned prince, he was the veritable 'backup'. He, too, was given similar and strict training as his brother. Despite this, he was still given a tad more freedom than his brother to pursue more hobbies and personal interests.

During his youth that he spectated soldiers hosting mock duels. This sparked his interest for swordsmanship. Soon he would be found mingling with soldiers, training alongside and conversing with them. It was here that he developed his sense of empathy, as soldiers mostly comprised of commoners. Here he also saw the tip of the iceberg of the cruelties of war.

Similarly he has spent alot of time around commoners, able to observe their daily woes and such and as such empathizes with them strongly.

In the past few years, alongside Auguste's nobility training and hobby, he has been sharpening his political and conversational skills. Auguste was happy to oblige, wanting the best for his household. With Auguste's natural charisma and talent, he has had little issue with accompanying his brother to political events.

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Questionnaire

Questionnaire

Optional(in POV of your character)

History
Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?:

"Nurtured, very much so. Perhaps due to my role as the second son. Not that I can blame my parents, we're the only children they have."

When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?:

"There's this large tree in our courtyard, I liked to clamber up there and escape when it all got a bit... much, you know?"

What were you like in your teenage years?:

"Fairly enamored with swordsmanship, honestly."

How close are you to your parents?:

"It's complicated... I'm not sure if I can explain all of it here."

Do you have any trauma that haunts you?:

"I would not say so, no."

What advice would you give your younger self?:

"To better train to be a prim and proper noble quicker and with more effort."

Were you an obedient child or defiant?:

"Obedient."

What is your biggest regret?:

"Luckily none, I like to think I'm fairly young."

Romance
Have you ever been in love? :

"Between nobility training and my own hobby, I have not had much time for relationships. Seems like it will change soon, however."

What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.:

"A partner that can hold differing opinions without holding it against the other party."

How do you display affection? What is your love language?:

"Little things, like gifts, mindless touching, being in each other's company."

Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?:

"Not quite."

Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?:

"I believe in attraction at first sight. Love is something a bit deeper... I think."

What does marriage mean to you?:

"... It seems like most nobility, something of convenience and politics."

Are you currently crushing on anyone?:

"I would not say so, no."

Do you ever consider having children in the future?:

"Should my family demand me of it, I shall oblige."

Personality
Describe your ideal Sunday morning:

"Wake up at the crack of dawn, do my usual training regimen, breakfast, and swordsmanship... Er... noblity training?"

What kind of person do you aspire to be?:

"One that makes my family proud."

What bad habits do you have?:

"I feel like I place my swordsmanship over my duty at times..."

If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?:

"I suppose the time I got into a spat with another family... although my name held more sway than theirs and the family got ruined. One of my biggest regrets."

What is your greatest fear?:

"Dragging our household name through the mud."

What are your pet peeves?:

"Perhaps it may be due to my upbringing, but chewing food with your mouth open. It is disgusting."

When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?:

"I like to surround myself with close friends when I am sour."

Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?:

"Tongue, if I can help it. Fists as a backup."

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Auguste Danrose

Auguste Alden Danrose, 21, Male

---

Appearance

Height:
5'11"

Weight:
185 lbs

Eye Color:
Dull, piercing yellow

Hair Length/Texture:
Short-Medium

Hair Color:
Pale Blond Hair, nearing White

Skin Color:
Pale

Facial details(freckles, moles, etc):
Numerous small scarring along his arms, ending right before his hands.

Distinguishing features:

Particularly muscular and toned with pronounced calluses as a result of his hobby. Is said to bear a more striking resemblance to his mother than father.

Clothing Preferences:

Tight-fitting clothing are his norm, provided he has no plans for extraneous activities. Otherwise has a preference to loose clothing that does not restrict his movement.

---

Psychology

Likes:
⋆ His Custom-Forged Broadsword "Austeré"
⋆ Clear, sunny days
⋆ Friendly spars
⋆ Conversation
⋆ Family
⋆ Ballads
⋆ Animals

Dislikes:
⋆ Abuse of status or authority
⋆ Perceived singing voice
⋆ Family, at times
⋆ Hidden agendas
⋆ Losing

Sexuality:
Demisexual

Hobbies:
⋆ Fitness in general- usually in the form of swordsmanship, running, sparring, and similar
⋆ Mingling with common folk, usually through disguises
⋆ Maintenance of his weapon
⋆ Secret shame singing
⋆ Socializing

Life Goals/Dreams:
Fulfill the obligations of the Danrose name

Personality Summary:

For a noble, Auguste is a cordial individual. Regarded as the most affable and friendly of the Danrose lineage. He believes in treating everyone with equal respect irregardless of stature or standing, only not doing so when he deems the person unworthy of said respect. He has a certain charisma to his speech, effortlessly turning odd acquaintances to a weird sort of friendship. On occasion, his friendliness has caused friction between him and his fellow nobles regarding following proper conduct befitting that of a 'noble'.

Despite this, he is plenty aware of the quagmire that is politics and his position as the second prince. As such, he carries himself accordingly, the dreaded fear of bringing shame to his house etched into the back of his mind. Auguste has unforeseen skills in politics. In political scenarios, he is said to have a keen and analytical eye, and is able to handle himself well.

Regarding sparring, Auguste has an almost unquenchable thirst for the 'thrill' of battle. Feeling 'truly alive' during the intense, fiery moments of a duel. Despite his love for battle, he is a strict adherent of peace between kingdoms. This clumsy naivety stems from his lack of life experiences, he is of the belief that war affects the common-folk the most and benefits nobility.

Being an extroverted sort, he finds striking up conversations to be an easy affair. He conforms on what he believes the conversation requires- be it him carrying the talk or letting the other take charge if need be.

Else, he usually attempts to reign his family in. Especially during social events, so as to not be wholly despised. Colloquially he is known as 'bridge-builder'.

---

Current occupation:
Second Prince of Danrose

Any past occupations?:
N/A

Relatives:
⋆ Father – Edin Danrose
⋆ Mother – Alibeth Danrose
⋆ Older Brother - Wulfric Adelard Danrose
⋆ Younger Brother - Callum Alaric Danrose

Skills:
⋆ Swordsmanship
⋆ Close Quarter Combat
⋆ Sword maintenance
⋆ Political maneuvering

Background

Born as the second son to the Danrose dynasty, Auguste has had obligations and expectations hoisted upon on him from youth. While his brother, Wulfric, was slated to be the crowned prince, he was the veritable 'backup'. He, too, was given similar and strict training as his brother. Despite this, he was still given a tad more freedom than his brother to pursue more hobbies and personal interests.

During his youth that he spectated soldiers hosting mock duels. This sparked his interest for swordsmanship. Soon he would be found mingling with soldiers, training alongside and conversing with them. It was here that he developed his sense of empathy, as soldiers mostly comprised of commoners. Here he also saw the tip of the iceberg of the cruelties of war.

Similarly he has spent alot of time around commoners, able to observe their daily woes and such and as such empathizes with them strongly.

In the past few years, alongside Auguste's nobility training and hobby, he has been sharpening his political and conversational skill. Auguste was happy to oblige, wanting the best for his household. With Auguste's natural charisma and talent, he has had little issue with accompanying his brother to political events.

---

Questionnaire

Questionnaire

Optional(in POV of your character)

History
Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?:

"Nurtured, very much so. Perhaps due to my role as the second son. Not that I can blame my parents, we're the only children they have."

When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?:

"There's this large tree in our courtyard, I liked to clamber up there and escape when it all got a bit... much, you know?"

What were you like in your teenage years?:

"Fairly enamored with swordsmanship, honestly."

How close are you to your parents?:

"It's complicated... I'm not sure if I can explain all of it here."

Do you have any trauma that haunts you?:

"I would not say so, no."

What advice would you give your younger self?:

"To better train to be a prim and proper noble quicker and with more effort."

Were you an obedient child or defiant?:

"Obedient."

What is your biggest regret?:

"Luckily none, I like to think I'm fairly young."

Romance
Have you ever been in love? :

"Between nobility training and my own hobby, I have not had much time for relationships. Seems like it will change soon, however."

What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.:

"A partner that can hold differing opinions without holding it against the other party."

How do you display affection? What is your love language?:

"Little things, like gifts, mindless touching, being in each other's company."

Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?:

"Not quite."

Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?:

"I believe in attraction at first sight. Love is something a bit deeper... I think."

What does marriage mean to you?:

"... It seems like most nobility, something of convenience and politics."

Are you currently crushing on anyone?:

"I would not say so, no."

Do you ever consider having children in the future?:

"Should my family demand me of it, I shall oblige."

Personality
Describe your ideal Sunday morning:

"Wake up at the crack of dawn, do my usual training regimen, breakfast, and swordsmanship... Er... noblity training?"

What kind of person do you aspire to be?:

"One that makes my family proud."

What bad habits do you have?:

"I feel like I place my swordsmanship over my duty at times..."

If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?:

"I suppose the time I got into a spat with another family... although my name held more sway than theirs and the family got ruined. One of my biggest regrets."

What is your greatest fear?:

"Dragging our household name through the mud."

What are your pet peeves?:

"Perhaps it may be due to my upbringing, but chewing food with your mouth open. It is disgusting."

When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?:

"I like to surround myself with close friends when I am sour."

Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?:

"Tongue, if I can help it. Fists as a backup."

Lost World: Antarctica

Jeong Ha-Kun

Jeong Ha-Kun "John"

Gender: Male
Age: 32
Nationality: Korean

Personality:
Jeong Ha-Kun, otherwise referred to as John due to his work in the States. A man with a laid-back and sarcastic demeanor. John is the to forgive quickly and forget easily. Not much can make him truly despise a person. He often retreats behind his sarcastic tongue when he gets nervous. Often times he doesn't let anyone see what's brewing underneath, shying away from making deep connections with others.

John, despite his work, has a streak of neatness and cleanliness about him. His work often leaves him covered head to toe in dirt, dust, and prehistoric gunk; a fact he dislikes. Though his love for his work supersedes this, he still stays as clean as he can, bathing and washing often. He won't dirty himself unless absolutely necessary.

Skills:
- PhD in Paleontology, one of the leading researchers in his field, he has a nearly encyclopedic knowledge within his specialized field of vertebrate paleontology.
- Master's degree in Minerology, with a focus on his chosen field- invertebrate paleontology.
- Hardy- Ha-Kun is used to working in harsh conditions; be it environmental or staving off hunger due to lacking supplies, allowing him to work longer than most others.
- Intermediate hunting skills- often his work leaves very little in terms of support and resources. He has had to hunt more than a few times to supplement his own food supply, especially working in remote areas. Ha-Kun oftentimes goes for what interests him rather than a big payoff.
- Basic gun-handling skills.

Personal Belongings:
- Paleontologist field kit.
- Mattock and trowel.
- Large, resilient rucksack.
- Small journal tethered to his person.
- Broken pocket watch.
- Daewoo K5- A Korean made pistol.

Background:
Jeong Ha-Kun was born in Suncheon-si to two medical doctors. His brother Jeong Hak-Do followed in their parents footsteps. As such, Ha-Kun felt an obligation to do the same. It was only through a stroke of luck that he discovered his true passion. After a school trip to Seodaemun Museum of Natural History, he developed a love for Paleontology. Though his parents disapproved, it was still technically a doctorate, which was their only 'condition'. Still, Ha-Kun could tell from their eyes and manner of speaking that he had disappointed them. Though this fact did little to dissuade him.

Ha-Kun graduated with high-honors. Soon he was traveling all around the globe, discovering and excavating sites, studying and researching fossils, and expanding the knowledge-base of Paleontology through his works. Soon he even began to take interests in minerology, finding a decent overlap with vertebrate paleontology, finding that they often go hand-in-hand.

Although not aiming for such, Ha-Kun's ever-increasing and compounding knowledge of paleontology led him to become one of the leading experts in paleontology. When word reached his ears that an old temple had in the arctics had thawed, his interest was more than piqued.

Lost World: Antarctica

Hello I'm the friend,

Please do tell me if I've made him a bit much.

Jeong Ha-Kun

Jeong Ha-Kun "John"

Gender: Male
Age: 32
Nationality: Korean

Personality:
Jeong Ha-Kun, otherwise referred to as John due to his work in the States. A man with a laid-back and sarcastic demeanor. John is the to forgive quickly and forget easily. Not much can make him truly despise a person. He often retreats behind his sarcastic tongue when he gets nervous. Often times he doesn't let anyone see what's brewing underneath, shying away from making deep connections with others.

John, despite his work, has a streak of neatness and cleanliness about him. His work often leaves him covered head to toe in dirt, dust, and prehistoric gunk; a fact he dislikes. Though his love for his work supersedes this, he still stays as clean as he can, bathing and washing often. He won't dirty himself unless absolutely necessary.

Skills:
- PhD in Paleontology, one of the leading researchers in his field, he has a nearly encyclopedic knowledge within his specialized field of vertebrate paleontology.
- Master's degree in Minerology, with a focus on his chosen field- invertebrate paleontology.
- Hardy- Ha-Kun is used to working in harsh conditions; be it environmental or staving off hunger due to lacking supplies, allowing him to work longer than most others.
- Intermediate hunting skills- often his work leaves very little in terms of support and resources. He has had to hunt more than a few times to supplement his own food supply, especially working in remote areas. Ha-Kun oftentimes goes for what interests him rather than a big payoff.
- Basic gun-handling skills.

Personal Belongings:
- Paleontologist field kit.
- Mattock and trowel.
- Large, resilient rucksack.
- Small journal tethered to his person.
- Broken pocket watch.
- Daewoo K5- A Korean made pistol.

Background:
Jeong Ha-Kun was born in Suncheon-si to two medical doctors. His brother Jeong Hak-Do followed in their parents footsteps. As such, Ha-Kun felt an obligation to do the same. It was only through a stroke of luck that he discovered his true passion. After a school trip to Seodaemun Museum of Natural History, he developed a love for Paleontology. Though his parents disapproved, it was still technically a doctorate, which was their only 'condition'. Still, Ha-Kun could tell from their eyes and manner of speaking that he had disappointed them. Though this fact did little to dissuade him.

Ha-Kun graduated with high-honors. Soon he was traveling all around the globe, discovering and excavating sites, studying and researching fossils, and expanding the knowledge-base of Paleontology through his works. Soon he even began to take interests in minerology, finding a decent overlap with vertebrate paleontology, finding that they often go hand-in-hand.

Although not aiming for such, Ha-Kun's ever-increasing and compounding knowledge of paleontology led him to become one of the leading experts in paleontology. When word reached his ears that an old temple had in the arctics had thawed, his interest was more than piqued.

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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Jake studied his superior's facial expressions. It looked to be a carefree expression, with, perhaps the most genuine, fleeting hints of guardedness. Acclimating to any new environment is difficult. Especially one where you move from a bustling metropolis to a quiet, out-of-the-way town. Though that may change soon, it does not change the contrasting experiences. Even Jake was unsure how long he would take to deal with the cultural whiplash. Recent times have shown public opinion of police officers have been going down, and while understandable, likely wouldn't have helped Levi's acclimation to Sanctuary, especially considering how he was treated with that run in earlier.

"How long have you been on the force now? How are you liking it?"

The question snapped Jake out of his idle ruminations. The boy can easily get lost in his thoughts, as his minds wanders easily. "Ah, not more than a year of being a police trainee, sir." Jake replies, "I was expecting being disliked as an officer, but it was a tad worse than I thought. Not that I'm one to complain, though. The civil unrest at officers in our country... well, it seems somewhat warranted."

"Maybe it isn't even that." He muses, as the waitress returned to place his water in-front of him. "Much appreciated." He idly began drinking the cup of water.

"Seeing as you're... well, experienced in police work, do you have any advice for fledglings like me?" He continued, "Despite how listless I appear, I'd rather not not be splattered with mud." Jake let out a light chuckle at his 'joke'.

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~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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"Almost... being the key word, sir." Jacob replied, "Luckily I have lightning quick reflexes." He joked dryly. Though he jests, the situation with the irate driver was a tad annoying. It wasn't like he took personal pleasure in writing them up, he was just following the letter of the law. It was as if the driver was a child who was never reprimanded before. Well, he'll likely have to get used to such things, given that it was now his job and all. "Hopefully it won't escalate any further than that petulant behaviour." With a light sigh, he pushed those thoughts out of his mind, instead opting to focus on the menu.

Jacon nodded at the waitress- Emma. An individual he had a passing knowledge of- a happy and boisterous waitress of the Cozy Bear Diner. Sometimes a tad too bright and positive for him, but she was a nice sort. She also didn't seem to balk at his being a police officer, unlike some of the other folks of the town. "Mornin' Emma. Hope you've had a better morning than me." He smiled at her, "I'll have the eggs and bacon, with some water, Emma, thanks."

"That aside, has Sanctuary been treating you well?" Jacob asks, knowing well how Levi was a relative newcomer to the small, rural town. Jacob followed his line of sight, while Levi was focusing on Jacob he seemed to take occasional glances at the conversing women a few tables away. With a curious brow, he asks, "Is there any trouble, sir?"

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~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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Jake mulled over the message from his superior officer. Levi was somewhat right in that the sheriff would very likely not notice him slipping out for a short break. The sheriff seemed very lax. His stomach grumbled in defiance to his excessive thinking. It couldn't hurt, could it? With those thoughts, he revved up his car and exited the speed trap, making his way to the Cosy Bear Café.

Jacob parked his police car. The Cosy Bear Café's an establishment he's visited before. A quaint, rustic coffee shop. The Café had more customers than usual, a sight that gave Jake some gladness. He liked that they were receiving patronage. He stepped into the shop, scanning the insides for officer Brooks. He found Levi after a moment, offering him a slight wave before making his way to Levi's table. He did not seem to acknowledge nor know that a new face on the police force may not be met well by the townsfolk of Sanctuary.

"Hello, sir Levi." Jacob says, pale blue eyes resting on the gruff man, before taking a seat across him. Jacob, too, studied the unattended menu ahead of him whilst trying to make idle talk, "How's your morning been? As for me, some guy almost splattered mud on me, so my morning's been goin' ​swell." He let out a dry chuckle as he says those words.

Jacob eyes the patrons of the café. There were a few faces he recognized. Except for one, who appeared to be a stranger to Sactuary. He prided himself on knowing or being acquainted with the faces of Sanctuary. New faces were not an uncommon sight, usually truckers or hapless couples passing by. Still, it was something to raise an eyebrow over. As a police officer, it was probably best to keep the new faces in mind, just in case.

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^9:00am

"... Avoid speeding next time, sir." Jake said, the slightest hint of a frown present on his fair features. The speeding man was clearly not happy with the ticket but seemed to bite his tongue as soon as he caught sight of Jake. He couldn't exactly let them off with a warning, driving recklessly in such dangerous weather. It would set a bad precedent, or atleast he thought so. He wouldn't want to be the officer others go to for favours and such, after all.

Rain dripped off his loose raincoat as Jake sped walk back into his car. The other driver screeched off, almost spattering the mud and water onto Jake. An annoyed sigh escaped his lips as the car disappeared into the distance, under the speed limit.

The warmth of his car seeped into his core as he let himself simmer into the seat with closed eyes. His ears perked up, hearing his phone go off.

It was Senior Officer Levi Brooks. A newcomer to Sanctuary, but clearly experienced in his work, if a bit gruff. Levi had asked if he wanted anything from the Cosy Bear. He wrote up a quick reply;

Good morning, sir. Do you think Sheriff Williams will give me some time to personally eat some breakfast? I don't think the day's going to get wilder than that driver.