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genessia2016-10-11 10:19 pm
ghostofrazgriz) wrote in genessia2016-10-11 10:19 pm
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Briefing 6 | [Log]
Who: Blaze, Ayame Sasaki & David Jordan
What: Forcing Blaze to take sick leave... finally.
Where: Genessia City
When: Mid-day, October 11
Warnings: Germs. Germs and denial. But probably nothing worse than that.
[Blaze was sick. He wasn't going to admit it to himself, but he was definitely sick.
He'd been a relatively busy man for a while, especially during and following the bizarre disease that spread from Attleton to the other cities and having to go into an eccentric amusement park to get the issues cleared up. And there was also the recent arson case he had to fine the perpetrators for at said amusement park. That was weird. He also didn't appreciate the fact that with the last two newspaper deliveries, the paperboy had it out for him. He really was lucky that he was used to dodging high speed objects.
He did at least have a little more free time now. The unfortunate disappearance of Yui meant that he didn't have a class to attend at night anymore, and he managed to get his time at the library cut back to part time so he didn't have to figure out how to figure out how manage two full time jobs... because that one was proving impossible unless he wanted to spend more time sleeping at either the Guardian's office or the library. Neither of which were a good thing. Up until this point, it seemed like he paid for his apartment in Attleton for his cat.
But even with more free time meant just more time working in Attleton. He never really thought much about bounty hunters before, they were just kind of there, but he did have a newfound appreciation for them for being able to take up the jobs that he didn't have a chance to. He had work to do in the office, multiple daily patrols (especially around the Midnight Channel subarchway, as after Levy had vanished, her barrier blocking the other world was down), and a fair share of petty crimes he'd stopped before they could be carried out.
At least despite all that, he still found time to maintain himself and eat. Though he probably was low on sleep these days. With his days in the Osean Air Defense Force came many interrupted and sleepless nights, and waking up at the slightest of sounds. But this was just routine to him, and something he was very used to, or at least so he'd thought.
Earlier in the day, Blaze had to chase down a thief that had attempted to flee the scene in Attleton, even having to go so far as to knock out the man with his tranquilizer pistol. That'd taken more energy out of him when he found himself low on it as it was, but that came with the territory he figured. He was elected for this job for a reason, and he wanted to ensure that peoples' faith in him wasn't misplaced. What he didn't realize was that kind of mindset coupled with how he never got a break during the Circum-Pacific War practically turned him into a workaholic. He almost felt obligated that he had to be doing something at this point.
Now he was walking in Genessia City, likely to do his work in the library. Due to his physical condition, he made the conscious decision to not take his motorcycle this time, and opting to walk as opposed to becoming a potential hazard on the road. Despite feeling rather light headed, he was carrying himself rather well, though closer inspection still showed he didn't look too great. Even when he'd be asked if he was alright by the people in both cities, he insisted he was fine but thanked them for their concern. He was definitely fine! You know, even with the occasional coughing fit. And the sore throat. And the all around fatigue...
Someone needs to knock some sense into the clearly sick man. Or knock him out. Either one.]
What: Forcing Blaze to take sick leave... finally.
Where: Genessia City
When: Mid-day, October 11
Warnings: Germs. Germs and denial. But probably nothing worse than that.
[Blaze was sick. He wasn't going to admit it to himself, but he was definitely sick.
He'd been a relatively busy man for a while, especially during and following the bizarre disease that spread from Attleton to the other cities and having to go into an eccentric amusement park to get the issues cleared up. And there was also the recent arson case he had to fine the perpetrators for at said amusement park. That was weird. He also didn't appreciate the fact that with the last two newspaper deliveries, the paperboy had it out for him. He really was lucky that he was used to dodging high speed objects.
He did at least have a little more free time now. The unfortunate disappearance of Yui meant that he didn't have a class to attend at night anymore, and he managed to get his time at the library cut back to part time so he didn't have to figure out how to figure out how manage two full time jobs... because that one was proving impossible unless he wanted to spend more time sleeping at either the Guardian's office or the library. Neither of which were a good thing. Up until this point, it seemed like he paid for his apartment in Attleton for his cat.
But even with more free time meant just more time working in Attleton. He never really thought much about bounty hunters before, they were just kind of there, but he did have a newfound appreciation for them for being able to take up the jobs that he didn't have a chance to. He had work to do in the office, multiple daily patrols (especially around the Midnight Channel subarchway, as after Levy had vanished, her barrier blocking the other world was down), and a fair share of petty crimes he'd stopped before they could be carried out.
At least despite all that, he still found time to maintain himself and eat. Though he probably was low on sleep these days. With his days in the Osean Air Defense Force came many interrupted and sleepless nights, and waking up at the slightest of sounds. But this was just routine to him, and something he was very used to, or at least so he'd thought.
Earlier in the day, Blaze had to chase down a thief that had attempted to flee the scene in Attleton, even having to go so far as to knock out the man with his tranquilizer pistol. That'd taken more energy out of him when he found himself low on it as it was, but that came with the territory he figured. He was elected for this job for a reason, and he wanted to ensure that peoples' faith in him wasn't misplaced. What he didn't realize was that kind of mindset coupled with how he never got a break during the Circum-Pacific War practically turned him into a workaholic. He almost felt obligated that he had to be doing something at this point.
Now he was walking in Genessia City, likely to do his work in the library. Due to his physical condition, he made the conscious decision to not take his motorcycle this time, and opting to walk as opposed to becoming a potential hazard on the road. Despite feeling rather light headed, he was carrying himself rather well, though closer inspection still showed he didn't look too great. Even when he'd be asked if he was alright by the people in both cities, he insisted he was fine but thanked them for their concern. He was definitely fine! You know, even with the occasional coughing fit. And the sore throat. And the all around fatigue...
Someone needs to knock some sense into the clearly sick man. Or knock him out. Either one.]