Yeah. Never seen a wolf in my life. I mean, sometimes you hear about one in the suburbs or whatever, but usually that's coyotes. Inside the city it'd be really weird though, yeah.
Too bad the horse- [Not worth pissing her off, Hank. What the fuck was did she call herself again?] -uh, not-horse, whatever the fuck it is, centaur thing means you can't go. I kinda feel like a city'd blow your mind. Uh, not being real, too, that'd probably be an obstacle. Also, tourists with cameras. No wolves, though.
[That last part actually gets a charmed little grin from Hank, despite his mood.]
The car things, yeah, those are something else, aren't they. I guess it's a good thing we get a grand tour of all sorts of weird places, so you can explore without people batting an eye at, uh, you, just wandering around. Hey, maybe next we'll go to some place with a bunch of dogs, then you won't have to fuck around with some old guy being an asshole every time you wanna work on your, you know, dog phobia thing.
[And almost ran her over, but she's going to keep that one to herself. She suspects he might already think she's a bit dumb, no need to give him more fodder! Still, even though she thinks that...]
I don't think you're that bad. I've worked with worst.
[Hank's not sure whether he wants to take that as a kind of half assed compliment or not. Part of him wants to. Another part of him kind of wants to take it as a challenge. Luckily for both of them, he feels just shitty enough to just tell both parts of himself to shut up.]
That lumber yard of yours must be a hell of a place.
[... Which she seems to think explains it. After all, that kind of hard labor job, when it came to humans, attracted those of... arguably lower intelligence and possession of skill beyond strength.]
There's a lot of testosterone... and drunkards, so!
[At least she's the foreman... and has hard hooves.]
How'd you end up working at a place like that? I don't know shit about uh, wherever it is you come from but 'testosterone and booze' doesn't really seem like your style.
[Wait... is Hank a drunk?! (... He does seem hungover, but. She'll have to see him hungover a few more times before she comes to such a conclusion!)]
Haha, well... my parents are older, and I thought I should try and bring in some more money... There's a jinba in town who helps jinba find jobs, and I'm really good at hauling and I know the mountains well, so. The lumberyard was best for me.
[She sort of... pats Sumo's flanks as if to mirror her own rather muscular build.]
Jinba are stronger than humans, too, so, I can keep people in line when I need to.
[Hank lets it sit at that, though, for the moment content - or at least resigned - to just sitting there for a while to chaperone the dog visit in case big bad Sumo decides to try anything. This is what he was going to do today anyway, sit here and stare at nothing. Weird doing it when someone else is here, though.]
[Well, true... She'd probably made an impression for someone who hadn't ever met a jinba before. Good point.
Content to sit in silence for a moment after she chuckles a bit awkwardly to herself, Konoha keeps stroking along Sumo's back, with a quick pause to... sniff his head.
Still trying to separate him in her senses from the other dogs in the Temple.
But a thought occurs to her, and she figures it's not bad to ask, right? Especially since he asked her.]
Hm? Oh, uh... Shit, I should have a good answer for this by now, shouldn’t I? I wanted to make a difference, I guess. Kind of a lame answer - if you have any job like that where you are, you’ve probably heard people say the same thing a dozen times - but whatever.
[He shrugs, one corner of his lips quirking up for a second, tiredly.]
Seemed like a good idea at the time.
Do you have anything like that where you’re from? ‘Criminal hunter’ is kind of a mouthful.
[Konoha thinks it's kind of noble sounding, actually... Though she's never actually talked to someone in law enforcement before, not beyond brief interactions while traveling.]
The big cities have samurai patrols and... a commissioner, I guess? And there's the samurai at the highway barrier posts... But the only people who usually come to my village are hunting fugitives or bandits. So...
[Criminal hunter? Unless-]
I guess you could be like a samurai? But you kind of have to be born one.
Look at me. You think I could pull off the whole 'badass sword guy' thing? That sounds a lot like work, all that fighting and shit. Cops do things a little different, anyway.
Yeah, uh, we're not soldiers either. We don't fight in wars, we don't execute people. [Hank makes a face. Gross.] We just try to figure out who broke laws. That's all. We don't uh, multitask like I guess your guys do.
Yeah, that's it. Making judgement calls about who dies, who goes to jail, who didn't do it at all, none of that's my job. And honestly, at the end of the day, I'm kind of glad it's not.
Well, yeah, usually they are. If I’m doing my job right, they are. And the arresting part, that I can do. But the rest of it? I don’t know, there’re times where I could of locked people up for the rest of their lives and thrown away the key and slept better for it, so. It’s probably for the best that sort of thing’s not my call.
[At first, Konoha just kind of... looks at him. For all he said a lot of grumpy things, acted kind of tough and... to be honest, a bit rude sometimes... That seems really responsible.
Not the... wanting to just lock people up and forget about them part, but the... knowing you were the type to do that and therefore taking steps to not do it part. She's kind of impressed! ... Which, as usual, shows a bit too easily on her features, but.
She looks at Sumo and kind of gestures like. Look at your dad.]
Well, I think that's good for a "cop"...
[... Even if she doesn't know much about modern coppery. Shh.]
Well, thanks. I do okay at meeting the absolute minimum standards it takes to be a half-decent cop, if I do say so myself.
How’s Sumo treating you? [Hank lifts his chin, the gesture sort of pointing at his dog. Sumo’s chill right now, his head laid down, probably about to sleep off all that meat.] Still making you nervous?
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Too bad the horse- [Not worth pissing her off, Hank. What the fuck was did she call herself again?] -uh, not-horse, whatever the fuck it is, centaur thing means you can't go. I kinda feel like a city'd blow your mind. Uh, not being real, too, that'd probably be an obstacle. Also, tourists with cameras. No wolves, though.
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I'm real...
[He was so close!
But it's just a mumble, tugging her sleeve back over the scar and instead scratching behind Sumo's ears.]
I saw a city in Struxta... and "Cars", I saw the car things.
[... He was right that it blew her mind, though.]
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The car things, yeah, those are something else, aren't they. I guess it's a good thing we get a grand tour of all sorts of weird places, so you can explore without people batting an eye at, uh, you, just wandering around. Hey, maybe next we'll go to some place with a bunch of dogs, then you won't have to fuck around with some old guy being an asshole every time you wanna work on your, you know, dog phobia thing.
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[And almost ran her over, but she's going to keep that one to herself. She suspects he might already think she's a bit dumb, no need to give him more fodder! Still, even though she thinks that...]
I don't think you're that bad. I've worked with worst.
[It's a compliment???]
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[Hank's not sure whether he wants to take that as a kind of half assed compliment or not. Part of him wants to. Another part of him kind of wants to take it as a challenge. Luckily for both of them, he feels just shitty enough to just tell both parts of himself to shut up.]
That lumber yard of yours must be a hell of a place.
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[... Which she seems to think explains it. After all, that kind of hard labor job, when it came to humans, attracted those of... arguably lower intelligence and possession of skill beyond strength.]
There's a lot of testosterone... and drunkards, so!
[At least she's the foreman... and has hard hooves.]
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Yeah, guess that sounds like me.
How'd you end up working at a place like that? I don't know shit about uh, wherever it is you come from but 'testosterone and booze' doesn't really seem like your style.
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Haha, well... my parents are older, and I thought I should try and bring in some more money... There's a jinba in town who helps jinba find jobs, and I'm really good at hauling and I know the mountains well, so. The lumberyard was best for me.
[She sort of... pats Sumo's flanks as if to mirror her own rather muscular build.]
Jinba are stronger than humans, too, so, I can keep people in line when I need to.
[... Even if she prefers not to!]
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[Hank lets it sit at that, though, for the moment content - or at least resigned - to just sitting there for a while to chaperone the dog visit in case big bad Sumo decides to try anything. This is what he was going to do today anyway, sit here and stare at nothing. Weird doing it when someone else is here, though.]
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Content to sit in silence for a moment after she chuckles a bit awkwardly to herself, Konoha keeps stroking along Sumo's back, with a quick pause to... sniff his head.
Still trying to separate him in her senses from the other dogs in the Temple.
But a thought occurs to her, and she figures it's not bad to ask, right? Especially since he asked her.]
What made you want to become a criminal hunter?
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[He shrugs, one corner of his lips quirking up for a second, tiredly.]
Seemed like a good idea at the time.
Do you have anything like that where you’re from? ‘Criminal hunter’ is kind of a mouthful.
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[Konoha thinks it's kind of noble sounding, actually... Though she's never actually talked to someone in law enforcement before, not beyond brief interactions while traveling.]
The big cities have samurai patrols and... a commissioner, I guess? And there's the samurai at the highway barrier posts... But the only people who usually come to my village are hunting fugitives or bandits. So...
[Criminal hunter? Unless-]
I guess you could be like a samurai? But you kind of have to be born one.
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Look at me. You think I could pull off the whole 'badass sword guy' thing? That sounds a lot like work, all that fighting and shit. Cops do things a little different, anyway.
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[She's familiar with them... in the 16th century large matchlock rifle sort of way, so. At least guns are one thing that don't blow her mind so much.]
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[During the wars, well... That's a whole different story.]
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[She guesses that makes enough sense?]
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[It had sounded tough to her to have to handle patrolling and catching criminals and keeping them in prison and executing them...]
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[He shrugs.]
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[Konoha... liked to think that that meant they were bad people.]
Someone has to arrest them...
[Is that fucking up people's lives?]
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Not the... wanting to just lock people up and forget about them part, but the... knowing you were the type to do that and therefore taking steps to not do it part. She's kind of impressed! ... Which, as usual, shows a bit too easily on her features, but.
She looks at Sumo and kind of gestures like. Look at your dad.]
Well, I think that's good for a "cop"...
[... Even if she doesn't know much about modern coppery. Shh.]
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How’s Sumo treating you? [Hank lifts his chin, the gesture sort of pointing at his dog. Sumo’s chill right now, his head laid down, probably about to sleep off all that meat.] Still making you nervous?
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