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genessia2016-09-05 07:15 am
ghostofrazgriz) wrote in genessia2016-09-05 07:15 am
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Briefing 5 | [Action in Genessia City]
[A. Garden Park]
[It's not terribly often that Blaze wanders out of Attleton for leisure anymore. He takes his position as Guardian very seriously, but that means that his mind is telling him that he has to be stationed there at all times. The last thing he wants is to be out of town if something were to happen, and he didn't want to leave Dante with all the work either. If anything, Dante deserved the free time more than Blaze did, seeing that he was only the Deputy... but this mentality also meant that Blaze overworked himself sometimes. Sometimes he only went home to his apartment to tend to his cat before returning to the office.
Today, though, he decided he wanted to squeeze in a little extra time for something else. Since he still worked at the library, he often went through the books there on his break, and for a while he found himself looking up dog training books. Information on the training of police dogs, to be exact. The idea of a small K-9 unit had come to his mind in the past, and it was an idea he wanted to discuss with the residents of Attleton, as he didn't want to instate something like that without their approval on the matter. It's why he hadn't bothered with a proper law enforcement unit - the people there do a fine enough job in preventing petty crime, and bounty hunters take up the matters that they can't handle. A police force wasn't necessary.
But Blaze still thought about other ways to protect them - even beyond trying to figure out a way to make himself able to stand up against more powerful foes. And before he would even think about bringing the idea of a K-9 unit up, he wanted to see how difficult it'd be to train a dog himself. So, he was in the park with a black labrador and having a messenger bag slung over his shoulder containing various items like treats, water bottles and a couple books. He seems to be having a little trouble though, as his shoulders slump after his dog decides it was more interested in chasing its tail than listening to Blaze. He may be a good squadron leader, but a dog trainer he is not.]
I wonder if I should have named you Chopper instead of Kirk...
[B. Axiom Games]
[Speaking of leisure, Blaze might be found at Axiom Games at some point in the day. He was drawn to one of the flight simulators, because even though his Air Force days were over, even at home, Blaze still missed the skies sometimes. Simulators had nothing on the real thing, but it was at least still enjoyable.
The particular one he was playing was one of those fancy 'battle pods', and while being put inside a borderline claustrophobic pod complete with seat and flight stick was mildly amusing, the inaccuracies involved with the game were a major drawback... but that was because he was a trained pilot and not an active arcade going civilian. The wind effects were a nice touch, at least? Though they didn't help when it turned out the game was on rails so it required none of a pilot's skill at all. Also being able to fire six missiles at once. Repeatedly. Talk about inaccurate.
He at least attempted to enjoy it regardless. If anyone passes by the pod, in addition to whatever game sounds come from it, they might hear Blaze mutter codes like "Fox Two" and "Splash One" once in a while. He can't help it. Force of habit.]
[C. Library]
[Eventually, Blaze would be at the library to work his shift. Having a different kind of job amidst his frequent patrols was always good to break the monotony, although today, Blaze was seeming rather exhausted. Despite taking part of the day for recreation, his fatigue seemed to be catching up to him. He stayed on his feet for most of his shift so he could stay awake, but once he was sitting at his desk, he was rapidly fading in and out. He had a cup of coffee at the corner of his desk - well away from any books that are sitting nearby - but caffeine wasn't doing much for him.
Before he'd realized it, he'd leaned over the desk, head resting on his arms and closing his eyes. Resting his eyes is fine, right? Only he'd soon be dozing off, unless someone happens to wake him up again.]
[It's not terribly often that Blaze wanders out of Attleton for leisure anymore. He takes his position as Guardian very seriously, but that means that his mind is telling him that he has to be stationed there at all times. The last thing he wants is to be out of town if something were to happen, and he didn't want to leave Dante with all the work either. If anything, Dante deserved the free time more than Blaze did, seeing that he was only the Deputy... but this mentality also meant that Blaze overworked himself sometimes. Sometimes he only went home to his apartment to tend to his cat before returning to the office.
Today, though, he decided he wanted to squeeze in a little extra time for something else. Since he still worked at the library, he often went through the books there on his break, and for a while he found himself looking up dog training books. Information on the training of police dogs, to be exact. The idea of a small K-9 unit had come to his mind in the past, and it was an idea he wanted to discuss with the residents of Attleton, as he didn't want to instate something like that without their approval on the matter. It's why he hadn't bothered with a proper law enforcement unit - the people there do a fine enough job in preventing petty crime, and bounty hunters take up the matters that they can't handle. A police force wasn't necessary.
But Blaze still thought about other ways to protect them - even beyond trying to figure out a way to make himself able to stand up against more powerful foes. And before he would even think about bringing the idea of a K-9 unit up, he wanted to see how difficult it'd be to train a dog himself. So, he was in the park with a black labrador and having a messenger bag slung over his shoulder containing various items like treats, water bottles and a couple books. He seems to be having a little trouble though, as his shoulders slump after his dog decides it was more interested in chasing its tail than listening to Blaze. He may be a good squadron leader, but a dog trainer he is not.]
I wonder if I should have named you Chopper instead of Kirk...
[B. Axiom Games]
[Speaking of leisure, Blaze might be found at Axiom Games at some point in the day. He was drawn to one of the flight simulators, because even though his Air Force days were over, even at home, Blaze still missed the skies sometimes. Simulators had nothing on the real thing, but it was at least still enjoyable.
The particular one he was playing was one of those fancy 'battle pods', and while being put inside a borderline claustrophobic pod complete with seat and flight stick was mildly amusing, the inaccuracies involved with the game were a major drawback... but that was because he was a trained pilot and not an active arcade going civilian. The wind effects were a nice touch, at least? Though they didn't help when it turned out the game was on rails so it required none of a pilot's skill at all. Also being able to fire six missiles at once. Repeatedly. Talk about inaccurate.
He at least attempted to enjoy it regardless. If anyone passes by the pod, in addition to whatever game sounds come from it, they might hear Blaze mutter codes like "Fox Two" and "Splash One" once in a while. He can't help it. Force of habit.]
[C. Library]
[Eventually, Blaze would be at the library to work his shift. Having a different kind of job amidst his frequent patrols was always good to break the monotony, although today, Blaze was seeming rather exhausted. Despite taking part of the day for recreation, his fatigue seemed to be catching up to him. He stayed on his feet for most of his shift so he could stay awake, but once he was sitting at his desk, he was rapidly fading in and out. He had a cup of coffee at the corner of his desk - well away from any books that are sitting nearby - but caffeine wasn't doing much for him.
Before he'd realized it, he'd leaned over the desk, head resting on his arms and closing his eyes. Resting his eyes is fine, right? Only he'd soon be dozing off, unless someone happens to wake him up again.]