[Van Zieks certainly isn't great at teamwork in the first place, let alone with a colleague he has yet to collaborate with. The man shakes his head, letting out a frustrated sigh of his own.]
Perhaps with some luck it shall encounter someone more capable of apprehending it. ... Or destroying it.
[What a mess!! He glances at his shoulder, still stained with gooey chocolate, and his sword, which he's not going to be able to sheathe until he gets the frozen candy off.]
[She remarks sulkily as she crosses her arms and makes a face. She's feeling a bit disappointed with herself right now.]
Leavin' the dirty work to someone else, that ain't the way a great inspector goes about things. I gotta keep chasin' that cove down 'til I get 'im good.
[As much of a proponent as van Zieks is of doing things himself, this ordeal has proven to be far too much trouble for what he might get out of it. Mere annoyances like a chocolate detective can be dealt with by others... even if it did touch him. Ugh.]
Then consider this a taste of what you must face, and a reminder of your own failings. ... No great inspector earned his skill in a day.
Yeah, yeah, I know... I'm still an apprentice an' all. I'll show ya. I'll work on me skills and bring 'im in! You'll see, ya will! I ain't just a diver no more!
[She says as she tries to pump herself up! Now there's another element to this... She has to prove herself to Van Zeiks.]
[Van Zieks's eyes turn to the girl, and if one happened to know him particularly well, they might even catch a hint of amusement there beneath the scowl.]
Is that so?
[Well, who is he to deny her the challenge? She has yet to show herself as any sort of inspector... but she is still so young, with a long road ahead of her. Let no one say Barok would deny the potential of youth.]
I shall anticipate the day you substantiate those claims.
[These girls and their strange determination to prove themselves to him, honestly...
Van Zieks shakes his head. The reminder of tasks to be done at least gets him to step over to a tree so he can forcefully break the frozen chocolate off his sword, out of the way of any potential passersby.]
Unless that firearm of yours is capable of cleaning clothing or blades as well as it is making a mess of smoke, I should return home.
[She stifles her smile as she witnesses the fearsome prosecutor dealing with his deadly sword being coated in chocolate...
And she folds her arms with a chocolate.]
Yeah, it only goes on way. It ain't about to suck up yer little mess there. [She shakes her head and then looks back over towards where she left Toby.]
Right then. ...Guess I'll be off then, Mister Re- Prosecutor.
He manages to keep his exasperation with her lack of proper address to a simple exhale as he pulls out a handkerchief, which will soon also suffer from the chocolate menace. At least she attempted to avoid that particularly tiring nickname.]
She's not even sure what to call him anymore. Sure he's not really The Reaper, but he still feels like THE Reaper to her, you know? It's all just so confusing!]
...Yeah, farewell an' all that.
[She does snap a salute as a formality - and then off she goes!]
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Perhaps with some luck it shall encounter someone more capable of apprehending it. ... Or destroying it.
[What a mess!! He glances at his shoulder, still stained with gooey chocolate, and his sword, which he's not going to be able to sheathe until he gets the frozen candy off.]
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[She remarks sulkily as she crosses her arms and makes a face. She's feeling a bit disappointed with herself right now.]
Leavin' the dirty work to someone else, that ain't the way a great inspector goes about things. I gotta keep chasin' that cove down 'til I get 'im good.
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Then consider this a taste of what you must face, and a reminder of your own failings. ... No great inspector earned his skill in a day.
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Yeah, yeah, I know... I'm still an apprentice an' all. I'll show ya. I'll work on me skills and bring 'im in! You'll see, ya will! I ain't just a diver no more!
[She says as she tries to pump herself up! Now there's another element to this... She has to prove herself to Van Zeiks.]
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Is that so?
[Well, who is he to deny her the challenge? She has yet to show herself as any sort of inspector... but she is still so young, with a long road ahead of her. Let no one say Barok would deny the potential of youth.]
I shall anticipate the day you substantiate those claims.
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You'll see. That day'll come, an'... an' I'll show ya all the proof ya need!
[With that said, she's not sure what else to say. The chocolate foe got away, the battle is over for now. She shifts and glances around uncertainly.]
Just remember that, alright? So... now that that's all over wiv, wot now? You... uh... need any 'elp with anytin'?
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Van Zieks shakes his head. The reminder of tasks to be done at least gets him to step over to a tree so he can forcefully break the frozen chocolate off his sword, out of the way of any potential passersby.]
Unless that firearm of yours is capable of cleaning clothing or blades as well as it is making a mess of smoke, I should return home.
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And she folds her arms with a chocolate.]
Yeah, it only goes on way. It ain't about to suck up yer little mess there. [She shakes her head and then looks back over towards where she left Toby.]
Right then. ...Guess I'll be off then, Mister Re- Prosecutor.
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He manages to keep his exasperation with her lack of proper address to a simple exhale as he pulls out a handkerchief, which will soon also suffer from the chocolate menace. At least she attempted to avoid that particularly tiring nickname.]
Then farewell, Miss Lestrade.
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She's not even sure what to call him anymore. Sure he's not really The Reaper, but he still feels like THE Reaper to her, you know? It's all just so confusing!]
...Yeah, farewell an' all that.
[She does snap a salute as a formality - and then off she goes!]