The confident stride of boots signified the arrival of the young Cheif Guard, Ky Kiske. He was young, not quite out of his teens, with blonde hair and good-hearted blue eyes. His uniform-- that of an International Police Force captain, not a guard-- seemed like it might have belonged on someone older, but he held himself with pride, and there was strength in his gaze.
He approached the new shut-call's table, setting a gloved hand down on the table surface, sharply blue eyes searching out the leader among the group. He had recently been appointed, and most of his knowledge stemmed from reports and rumors.
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Date: 2007-05-06 03:36 pm (UTC)He approached the new shut-call's table, setting a gloved hand down on the table surface, sharply blue eyes searching out the leader among the group. He had recently been appointed, and most of his knowledge stemmed from reports and rumors.
"Which one of you calls yourself the shut-call?"