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Tweak says, "............................"

Friedrich Johann Köhler (wolfwork) wrote in la_vie_rpg,
@ 2008-06-30 20:06:00

Current mood:

grumpy

Who: Friedrich, OTA
When: June 30, 4:00pm
Where: Streets of Paris
Complete/Incomplete: Incomplete

Friedrich Köhler tugged his uniform straight over his hips, a scowl on his lean features. He was not exactly a happy wolf. Any day that required the proper uniform was a bad day. He'd been having a lot of bad days lately. A bad week, to be more accurate. Some, even, might claim that he'd been having a bad month, possibly year - possibly life, if they were exceptionally brave or stupid.

Those claims would never be made to his face, mind - most people were smarter than that, and if they weren't, they were generally dead. Scum drained out of the gene pool. Not a nice mental image, for all its accuracy.

He strode down the street with that snarl constantly present, paying no attention at all to the people he was pushing past, shoving by and generally mowing down in his way. If they don't have the sense to get out of my way in the first place...

That was his general train of thought until he rounded the corner near headquarters and ran headlong into someone else. Unable to stop his forward momentum, he - they - wound up on the sidewalk in a pile of tangled, ungainly limbs.

The werewolf staggered upright, lip curling away from his incisors in a decidedly less-than-friendly manner. He leaned down, latching his fist around his unfortunate collision companion's shirt, and hauled them upright with a snarl.

"Watch where you're walking."

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	agent_faust 2008-07-01 09:13 pm UTC (link)
	"Watch where you're running." Cold eyes stare back at him. He's not in uniform- another man perhaps would have thought better than to pick a fight without his insignia. (Reply to this) (Thread)

wolfwork
2008-07-02 12:17 pm UTC (link)

Something about the other man's scent was familiar -in a 'I may have seen you at headquarters' way - and that was quite possibly the only thing that saved him from a severely damaged throat. Friedrich wrenched his hand free from his shirt, and took a step back; hazel eyes narrowing. "Why should I? I am on duty; I wasn't aware that I needed to do anything but said duty."

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	agent_faust 2008-07-02 05:16 pm UTC (link)
	"And who put you on 'tripping over people' duty?" He retorted, "Whoever it was, I'm relieving you of it, Herr Köhler." Sure, he knew this man's name. He had a little black book with a lot of interesting information about him written in it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	wolfwork 2008-07-02 10:43 pm UTC (link)
	"You have the ranking to do so?" Friedrich tilted his head; the motion made him resemble a dog more than anything. "I recognize you, but as for who, exactly, you are..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	agent_faust 2008-07-02 10:53 pm UTC (link)
	"I daresay I at least have a ranking high enough to walk around without my pips," he smiles slightly as he shifts into disarming nicety, "You can call me Faust. And I do apologise for the tumble, it was very rude of me." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

wolfwork
2008-07-05 02:03 pm UTC (link)

"I would give you my name," Friedrich grumbles; ignoring the apology as he sets back walking down the street. "But it seems you already have it, Faust." The significance of the name isn't completely lost on him; though the meaning is hidden behind the years of his conditioning. The shift in personality, though, sets his nerves and senses on edge - he doesn't know why, but the shift is...unnerving. "Why do you have my name?"

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	agent_faust 2008-07-05 10:55 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh, admin and the like," he waves a hand dismissively, "it's also useful for preventing a beating at the hands of those I do a discourtesy." His voice is gravelly and level, though his beaming expression betrays a great amusement at putting anyone on the back foot- if only briefly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

wolfwork
2008-07-08 12:28 am UTC (link)

Friedrich can't shake the feeling that Faust is having fun with this - there are definitely traces of humor in his scent. And Friedrich just sniffs, cautiously, trying to place his scent, exactly.

...it's hard, though, with the strange-horrible fuel scent that he can't escape these days floating through the air. He finally settles for a gruffly snarled "Can't beat superiors."

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	agent_faust 2008-07-08 06:07 pm UTC (link)
	"I wouldn't be so certain," he replied, "it depends on what you beat them at." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	wolfwork 2008-07-15 03:47 pm UTC (link)
	Mental snarl; physical derisive curl of the lip. Puppy doesn't half like that thought. Or maybe (more honestly) it's the conditioning that doesn't like it. But it's hard for him to tell the difference these days. "Can't beat superiors." He growls again, almost as if he's explaining to a remarkably slow child. "They beat back harder." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	agent_faust 2008-07-18 06:56 am UTC (link)
	"Well," he continued, the thin smile still snaking across his face, "at least I can buy you a cup the mudwater they so charmingly refer to as 'coffee' in the mess hall? To extend apologies for the tumble." (Reply to this) (Parent)