[ a quick glance at the offered phone is enough to discern that the work permit is valid, he supposes that he may have reacted too quickly, assumed malign intent from the man before him when there appears to be none. it has him on edge, the amount of people swarming through the streets, the disorderly nature of it all. the military was the opposite, everyone moved with a purpose— there was no time for leisure, and the behavior shown here was hardly tolerated by superiors. the infantry, his squad, were meant to be his brothers, and they interacted with each other as such, but his nature ( unpleasant, cold at times ) pulled him away from such things. camaraderie. he was never inclined to joke, or banter, and was only dedicated to the service. to carrying out each mission with efficiency, trying not to think of who he was ultimately serving.
everything traces back to the nine, everything he had done then, what he does now acting as law enforcement in the royale when he would rather turn his attentions elsewhere.
there is another thing that makes him uneasy, that pricks uncomfortable at the back of his consciousness. that something about this man is familiar. his instincts are hardly ever wrong, and he knows now that he originates from leith. odd that he would end up here, as most are striving in the opposite direction. to move upwards from poverty, to a chance at something better.
his attention is now more on this encounter, then the bar around them. ] Not my first, no. I doubt it will be my last. It is the duty of those in the Company stationed here to maintain order. Even when attempting to do so is an exercise in futility.
[ one that he does not enjoy, that much is probably apparent in the rigid line of his back. the distaste written in his posture. ]
It is up to each individual however, how seriously they take the assignment.
[ some do more than others, that much is also obvious, given how a number of enforcers have taken the opportunity to become part of the celebrations instead of policing them. ]
How is it that a man native to Leith ends up here serving drinks?
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everything traces back to the nine, everything he had done then, what he does now acting as law enforcement in the royale when he would rather turn his attentions elsewhere.
there is another thing that makes him uneasy, that pricks uncomfortable at the back of his consciousness. that something about this man is familiar. his instincts are hardly ever wrong, and he knows now that he originates from leith. odd that he would end up here, as most are striving in the opposite direction. to move upwards from poverty, to a chance at something better.
his attention is now more on this encounter, then the bar around them. ] Not my first, no. I doubt it will be my last. It is the duty of those in the Company stationed here to maintain order. Even when attempting to do so is an exercise in futility.
[ one that he does not enjoy, that much is probably apparent in the rigid line of his back. the distaste written in his posture. ]
It is up to each individual however, how seriously they take the assignment.
[ some do more than others, that much is also obvious, given how a number of enforcers have taken the opportunity to become part of the celebrations instead of policing them. ]
How is it that a man native to Leith ends up here serving drinks?