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==Archives==
 
*[[Department of Magical Law Enforcement/Auror Office/The Bullpen/Archive1|Archive 1]]
 
 
==Roleplay==
 
==Roleplay==
===Rose and Octavia===
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===María and Regina===
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{{ReginaDL2|time=14:06, June 22, 2020 (UTC)|Regina=After testing it out on the world for a couple of days and working out the 'kinks' — where she'd get too irritable and snarky, for example — Regina had finally settled upon a ''persona'', and it worked well for her. So it was the lunch break, and she'd gotten out the food she made for herself because she'd '''( '''on a personal level, for her own wellbeing ''') '''never subject herself to the unfortunate canteen at the ministry, nor whatever the English deemed it acceptable to sell as ''takeaway food'', scarf settled around her neck to chase away the persistent air conditioning. }}
{{Bond_em7|time=15:21, June 26, 2019 (UTC)|Rose=She'd look a little lost in the chaos. She'd asked some of the aurors and been pointed this way to find Auror Boleyn.}}
 
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{{MariaP2|time=14:10, June 22, 2020 (UTC)|Maria=The air-conditioning is messing with María too - Merlin, the first good weather all year and the English are so determined to freeze everybody to death? - and she's been getting weird looks for wearing a thick leather jacket inside. Weaklings, all of them. She's at the coffee pot, making herself a cup of strong black coffee and resisting the urge to pour some brandy into it (she carries a bottle in her bag at all time for ''emergencies'') as she waits for the water to heat up. Today is ''dragging''.}}
{{OctaviaB|time=21:32, July 1, 2019 (UTC)|Avia= Even though the bullpen is swarming with activity, given recent events, Octavia still notices Rose sticking out like a sore thumb. "May I help you?" she approaches the redhead with a cordial smile.}}
 
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{{ReginaDL2|time=14:26, June 22, 2020 (UTC)|Regina="Thank Merlin someone else is sane." Few were as incensed by its existence — and scared of its power, the ''colpo d'aria'', suffered by Italians and discredited by just about everyone else; Regina, having woken up in the throes of the worst pain imaginable in her neck more than once, has spent much time trying to convince others of its real nature — than the Italian people, but that was one person she wouldn't be silently judging at least. "Are the English allergic to warmth?"}}
{{Bond_em7|time=12:09, July 2, 2019 (UTC)|Rose=She'd nod. "I'm looking for Octavia Boleyn."}}
 
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{{MariaP2|time=14:32, June 22, 2020 (UTC)|Maria="Apparently so," he nods, her accent bleeding through as the pot boils and she pours her beverage; as bitter as physically possible, to wake her up and clear <s>last night's</s> this morning's hangover. Then she turns around and takes a sip, trying not to pull a face at the taste. Regina - that's her name, right? - looks far too elegant and put-together for this late in the day."I don't usually miss Spain but today? I'm a rude comment away from Apparating back there."}}
{{OctaviaB|time=14:23, July 2, 2019 (UTC)|Avia= "I am she," she tells her, her smile not yet fading as she regards Rose a little more closely, sort of as a means to figuring out what she was here for. "You can come over. It's not private, but it's the best I can do," she offers, as she moves over to sit on her desk. Only when she's sat does she gesture at the empty chair next to her desk.}}
 
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{{ReginaDL2|time=07:52, June 24, 2020 (UTC)|Regina=Being put-together when she ''cared'' about how she was perceived was a natural impulse of Regina's, and it had been commented upon several times already by passing Ministry workers, whether it was meant as a compliment, or not. "I knew leaving would make me realise why I loved Italy," she picked up her mug of hot chocolate, giving someone's empty plastic cup — once full of an iced beverage; a frappé of some description? — "but these people drink ''iced coffee''! It's really like they don't know how blasphemous they're being."}}
{{Bond_em7|time=14:31, July 2, 2019 (UTC)|Rose=She would sit and offer a smile. "My name is Rose Black. I think you're acquainted with my sister?"}}
 
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{{OctaviaB|time=19:20, July 2, 2019 (UTC)|Avia= ''Sister?'' The confusion on Octavia's face is as clear as day, until she connects the dots. Black. ''Regan'' Black. Sister. Yes, Regan had mentioned her. "Oh!" As quickly as it came, the look disappears, replaced by an amicable expression. "Sorry, I'm a little all over the place. It's nice meeting you!"}}
 
 
===Nike and Cyrus===
{{Bond_em7|time=19:40, July 2, 2019 (UTC)|Rose=She'd smile. "It's nice to meet you too. My sister thought maybe you could help me?" She'd lower her voice a little. "I'm looking for...anything that was recorded about the riot and aftermath...specifically on what happened to those detained and where they are now."}}
 
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{{Cy|time=18:52, June 18, 2020 (UTC)|text=He had been absent for a few days - Suspectedly working on files from his home office. There were a lot, but the more he worked on the less work for his colleagues. The more they could all focus. So, after dropping off some files to the boss' desk, he steps over to the bullpen, checking to see if he had any more files to work through.}}
{{OctaviaB|time=18:44, July 8, 2019 (UTC)|Avia= Octavia's stomach clenches uncomfortably at the reminder Regan is somehow still out there. She'd been busted out of Azkaban which, while she hadn't wanted to put her job directly at risk, she ''had'' been thinking of doing herself if things didn't improve. But she'd been beaten to it. She was safe, and that's what mattered. Even if she was dying to know how the brunette was holding up. "Ballsy, coming here and asking me that," she says, after a moment's pause, and looks around to ensure nobody is paying attention before she turns to her desk. Her partner was out catching some narc, and everyone else was either patrolling, providing extra security to the Minister, or avoiding being assigned to the Precinct. The auror ranks were a mess, and so was her desk. She had files everywhere. "Is there anything in specific you want to find out about, or general information?" She shouldn't be doing this. But she figures, if she's gone and gotten herself involved with Regan's escape, she won't go on and babble about case details.}}
 
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{{Nike|Nike=She wasn't the biggest fan of coffee, but if it gave her an excuse to take a break from her own punishment - that is, the paperwork that she left until the last minute per usual - she was down for it, and she was definitely taking the long way around the bullpen to get it. "Oh, hey Cyrus," she says, nodding to him before taking a sip. ''God, that's gross.'' "Have fun?" ''Working from home'', a very likely story. If he has secrets on how to eke out a few more vacation days, she wants them.|time=01:49, June 19, 2020 (UTC)}}
{{Bond_em7|time=18:42, July 9, 2019 (UTC)|Rose=She'd nod. "What happened to the people arrested during the protest hasn't hit the news feeds. It's been intentionally kept quiet and there's no proof of where they are right now. People deserve the truth...to know what might happen if they stand up to the Minister but also to know how the Minister is treating people. I'm just looking for some solid evidence or something with any of that written down or an approval to move them or anything to show that to the public."}}
 
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{{Cy|time=02:29, June 19, 2020 (UTC)|text= Cy barely looks up as he answers. "Sleep deprived, and regretting taking my work home - I was supposed to visit my sister yesterday. I never got around to it. Doubt she's happy about that." He couldn't really keep his family member being in azkaban away from his co-workers, considering they all work with the law - It was the sort of thing that you let people know in this line of work. Of course, it only took about a year and a half for it to become common knowledge. Still, Cy shrugs it off and smiles at Nike. "You look exhausted."}}
{{OctaviaB|time=18:48, July 9, 2019 (UTC)|Avia= Oh. ''Oh.'' This is - Rose wants to go public. She wants to take the Minister down. "Rose, I - you could get into a lot of trouble if you do this. I don't think your sister would like that, let alone your parents," she says slowly. She composes herself, her expression slowly hardening, trying to avoid giving out any indication of what she's feeling or thinking. "So could I, for that matter."
 
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{{Nike|Nike="You don't look so hot yourself, honeycake," she says sarcastically, reaching into her desk for her compact to see just how bad it really is. "If you need to pay her a visit, I'm sure I have a case in here that I need to go to Azkaban for. I could always use some backup; I hate that place."|time=13:34, June 19, 2020 (UTC)}}
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{{Cy|time=16:56, June 19, 2020 (UTC)|text= "I'd rather do it on my own time," He answers with a shrug. "That being said, I am more than happy to come along if the place makes you uncomfortable - I'm used to it at this point, so I guess it would help to have someone who isn't creeped out by the area."}}
OOC: I have an idea, but I need to talk with Oli and Time, if that's ok with you. My next post could take a while.}}
 
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{{Nike|Nike="You're passing up the chance to get paid for a visit?" she asks incredulously, shaking her head. The one time she offers to do the work while someone else slacks off, she gets turned down? Shame. "It doesn't creep me out, but it definitely wasn't the best place to live - but I guess your sister would have told you that by now?"|time=17:31, June 20, 2020 (UTC)}}
{{Bond_em7|time=18:56, July 9, 2019 (UTC)|Rose=She would nod slowly and solemnly. "I know...but someone's got to do something. People deserve the truth. If it makes them want to take action then that's their decision but they should make that decision with all the information. Then they can decide if they should leave the country, try to hide, or fight back. As things are they may make a decision to do one of those things...and end up in a bad place without even knowing that might be a consequence." She'd pause. "I think my family would be behind me in this regardless of the trouble I get into. If I can find some solid evidence of course I won't be advertising I'm the one sharing it or where I got it from...it would be done anonymously through people's phones and apps so tracing it would be hard." She'd pause. "...but I realize this could be a risk for myself and anyone who helped...so I completely understand if you want to tell me you don't want to be involved." She'd pause. "...but given what I've heard about you I can't believe you support the administration here and I can only imagine you're probably tired of having to hide who you are."
 
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{{Cy|time=17:36, June 20, 2020 (UTC)|text= "As often as she can," he answers with a nod. "I try to make it better for her, but it's only a matter of time, ya know?" ''Until she completely goes''. Cy stared at the ground as he thinks about it. The visits won't last forever, he knew that. But it is just now sinking in how little family he has left.}}
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{{Nike|Nike=She frowns. Cyrus looks so sad and it's really killing her vibe. "I was going to say we could bring her a care package, but you look like you need one more. Or a teddy bear, maybe? I assume you have plenty of soap; you don't smell as bad as some of the other people in your division."|time=18:22, June 20, 2020 (UTC)}}
OOC: No problem...let me know how/if I can help!}}
 
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{{Cy|time=18:26, June 20, 2020 (UTC)|text= Realising he was being a bit of a downer, he shrugs it off, chuckling at her joke. "Mason could use some. I swear he doesn't shower after he works out."}}
{{OctaviaB|time=20:54, July 9, 2019 (UTC)|Avia= At first, she's completely convinced she won't be giving any information away. Just like that, she'd lose her job, but then she slowly began to think beyond her job security. This was important. Lives were at risk, and she had information to put Alistair away for good. They could save everyone unfairly arrested and do away with the Precinct. By that point, Octavia was thoroughly convinced she had to do the right thing. "Okay," she nods, after a pause. Going through the files yet again, she begins extending several files. Many were Precinct cases assigned to her. "These are half-breeds that were a part of the riot. Some of them gave in after realizing it was a lost cause, some of them were apprehended after being knocked unconscious, some avoided conflict altogether and were still apprehended. If you were in the general vicinity and you weren't an auror, you were tossed into the Holding Cells. They weren't read their rights, and they weren't given trial dates, either. As far as anyone is aware, they're in Azkaban indefinitely," she explains. "There's more. He's using Ministry funds inappropriately. Now this... is an investigation that neither my boss or I have been inclined to make public. During routine work, I discovered funds allocated to the Minister's affairs had disappeared. I did a little investigating, and as it turned out... he's been using them inappropriately."}}
 
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{{Nike|Nike=He laughs, but she was being serious. Maybe she should bring in doughnuts or something tomorrow...she really does work better when people aren't busy being ''sad'' around her. "Maybe we should charm the locker room door to decontaminate all of you on entry, save everyone's noses the misery. Something lavender scented?"|time=19:39, June 20, 2020 (UTC)}}
{{Bond_em7|time=20:59, July 9, 2019 (UTC)|Rose=She'd smile softly as Octavia began talking. "That's what I figured...do you have the Minister's signature on anything like the form to move them to Azkaban or the orders to arrest everyone like that?" She'd frown slightly as Octavia continued moving over and looking at the file then frowning. "That's...a whole lot of money. Where's it going?"}}
 
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{{Cy|time=19:54, June 20, 2020 (UTC)|text= "Maybe something more subtle? Like, I don't know... Sweets or something.}}
{{OctaviaB|time=21:16, July 9, 2019 (UTC)|Avia= Catching Rose's smile, a small smile forms on Octavia's, mirroring the redhead's. "I'm doing this, but... I need to know I can rely on you, when it's time to face the consequences. I can't do this while hiding who I am... it'd take credibility away. And I have a lot to lose, so I just - I need to know push comes to shove, you won't ditch us; the cause ''or'' me," Octavia's smile dips, replaced by a small frown. "That came across weirdly, didn't it? I meant - well, just... please don't go back on what we're doing. We can - we ''will'' - help a lot of people by doing this," There's a small pause as she considers her questions. "The money is hush money. I followed Alistair around for several weeks, and every week, he met up with several people. ''Men.'' Not on business matters, either. If these images I took are any indication... it's hush money," she explains, as she presents another file filled with images of Alistair with a number of men. One of them, a Korean male in his 20s, was a common thing on most images. "I have yet to identify all of them. I've been swamped with everything else. Regarding the forms... no. He isn't doing anything by the books. There aren't official papers, move orders, or anything. He's been doing everything through personal meetings and Ministerial orders. I've been going through the security feed the Tech Department installed in the higher level offices, and while I've found most of the evidence that explains more recent actions, I haven't been able to access his office logs. He's not very technologically inclined, but he has a whole department flanking him. I've been meaning to ask Sarah to get me access, but... it's easier said than done, even for her."}}
 
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{{Nike|Nike="''Sweets?'' How vague of you." That reminds her - she has some chocolate in her desk somewhere. She starts opening her drawers to find it. Was it chocolate? She isn't sure; she just grabbed it from someone's desk. "Do you have a favorite? And don't you ''dare'' say cinnamon."|time=14:23, June 21, 2020 (UTC)}}
{{Bond_em7|time=12:34, July 10, 2019 (UTC)|Rose=She would nod slowly listening to Octavia's concerns. "I'm used to working anonymously...it's sort of how I operate but I came to ''you''. I agree it's important and I'm in...more than you probably know." She'd pause to listen to the explanation about the money and what was going on with it. She would pause to think hard about admitting what she was going to before speaking. "That won't help. I've gotten into his office logs and there's nothing there. Either he doesn't use a computer for things like this and just uses parchment or something non-digital or he does it on a system not connected to the Ministry's computer network." She'd look through the pictures. "This guy keeps coming up...do you know who he is? If we can find out maybe we can see what he knows about the Minister." She'd pull out her phone and snap a close picture of the guy then start doing something on it.}}{{OctaviaB|time=17:45, July 10, 2019 (UTC)|Avia= She knows she shouldn't, but she's surprised to hear Rose had already gone ahead and done her own investigation on Alistair. "No. I haven't had the opportunity, but even if I did, I don't exactly have contacts within the Tech department to run facial recognition. They're all afraid of losing their job. Alistair hasn't wanted DMLE to fully modernize, so I myself don't have the means," There's a small pause as an idea surfaces in Octavia's mind. "WizCo could run an analysis, assuming you don't," She was willing to bet Rose could, but for good measure, she threw in WizCo as well.
 
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{{Cy|time=19:33, June 21, 2020 (UTC)|text= "Ehh... Taffy, I suppose, has to be the closest for me. Peanut butter taffy." He walks a bit closer. "What are you looking for?"}}{{Nike|Nike=She wasn't the biggest fan of coffee, but if it gave her an excuse to take a break from her own punishment - that is, the paperwork that she left until the last minute per usual - she was down for it, and she was definitely taking the long way around the bullpen to get it. "Oh, hey Cyrus," she says, nodding to him before taking a sip. ''God, that's gross.'' "Have fun?" ''Working from home'', a very likely story. If he has secrets on how to eke out a few more vacation days, she wants them.|time=01:49, June 19, 2020 (UTC)}}
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OOC: I haven't spoken with Audrey and Liv to see how involved they'd want their own characters to be in all this.}}
 
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=== Jodie et Auror Dept. ===
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<small>There's no posting order. However wants to join can join!</small>
   
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{{JodieB|18:51, June 11, 2020 (UTC)|Working late is never a good idea, but crime doesn't stop when she goes to bed, so why go home? Presently, Jodie is sitting at her desk, filling out the reports she'd been procrastinating on, just as she'd been doing for the past two hours. Being an auror is all fun and games, but the paperwork? Not so much. "Are there any doughnuts left?" she asks loudly, hoping one of the other few aurors in the bullpen will hear her.}}
===Rick and the Aurors===
 
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{{Hunter Mason|23:08, June 14, 2020 (UTC)|Hunter and the other hit wizards walked into the bullpen after hitting the gym. The smaller, elite group of Aurors always worked out together after the work day was over. Hunter heard Jodie ask for doughnuts and picked up the half-eaten box and brought it over to her. "There's plenty. What are you still doing here?" he asked the Intelligence Auror with a raised eyebrow}}
{{Thistle|Rick= He appeared in the doorway, holding the bag of evidence collected from Kit, and let out an ear-piercing whistle to get everyone's attention, standing up at the doorway, looking intense.|time=03:06, February 8, 2019 (UTC)}}
 
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{{Nike|Nike=She's been asleep at her desk with a half-finished report forgotten on her chest for...well, we won't talk about how long, but the mention of ''doughnuts'' is enough to wake her. "Toss me one!" she says, her voice slurred from sleep as she struggles to get her feet off her desk.|time=23:19, June 14, 2020 (UTC)}}
{{MLH|She scampers over to see what's happening. "Why the long face?" she asks, perhaps not as concerned as she should be, but 'not as concerned as she should be' is her default option, so. She looks at him expectantly, waiting for an answer, genuinely curious as to why Rick looks so... stern.}}
 
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{{MariaP2|time=18:54, June 18, 2020 (UTC)|Maria=She's ever so slightly hungover from last night, so honestly, she needs and deserves a doughnut more than anyone else here. "Doughnuts? Throw one over here, please!" she calls, turning around in her chair. "Chocolate, if it's left."}}
{{Nike|Nike=She wheels closer to the doorway in her desk chair. "Hey, Ricky boy, who turned you into a tea kettle?"|time=04:49, February 11, 2019 (UTC)}}
 
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{{Cy|time=19:05, June 18, 2020 (UTC)|text= He pushes the door open - after turning it twice - to hear Maria mumbling something about doughnuts. He chose to stay quiet, just giving a small wave or two towards the little group forming, and heading straight to his desk.}}
{{Thistle|Rick= His blue eyes almost glared at Test. "Shut it." Rick carried a stack of files in his other arm, complete with pictures, interviews, and evidence gathered from the deceased they had found as he stalked forwards to drop a folder on each auror's desk. "Each of you has a folder with all the information we, and that means all of us, have gathered while dealing with the various deceased and injured magicals coming up or being found. The folder contains interviews taken with alive victims, evidence gathered, autopsy reports from deceased victims, and medical reports among other witness reports taken." Rick turned to face them all. "I know most of you are not in Intelligence, or planning on going into intelligence, but at this time, we need your help. It is not enough just to find evidence and gather interviews. We need to get started on figuring out what the hell is going on. So, if you find something that you think could be handy for the investigation, the board is open. Go, and if you need help, do not hesitate to ask one of the senior Aurors." Rick leaned against the wall by the board, beginning to flip through his own file.|time=06:02, February 11, 2019 (UTC)}}
 
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{{JodieB|19:49, June 18, 2020 (UTC)|Jodie capitalizes on the fact that the box is safely in her hands to pluck two doughnuts before her coworkers take the rest of them. She musters a tired smile and shrugs. "Too much paperwork to leave unfinished," she replies. Seeing as Nike is the first one to ask for the box, she leaves her two unattended briefly while she wheels her chair over and drops the box off before pushing her chair back to her desk. "Does anyone have any idea what time it is?" Her phone died hours ago and she's pretty sure she doesn't have a charger around here. She really needs to invest in a watch, too.}}
{{Thistle|Lauren= She began to read her own folder, relaxing in her desk area contently, pen tapping at her lips in thought.|time=06:02, February 11, 2019 (UTC)}}
 
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{{Hunter Mason|19:54, June 18, 2020 (UTC)|"It's eight o'clock," he says briefly checking his watch while noticing Cyrus walk over towards his desk without coming over to talk. He walks over to the other hit-wizard to check up on him. "You alright Mathieu?" he asks him with a slight inclination of his eye-brow. His tone was pretty gentle though, as he was genuinely interested to know how his fellow Auror was doing}}
{{Bond_em7|time=15:16, February 11, 2019 (UTC)|Emilie=She'd sigh opening the folder. She'd been scouring these things for weeks already. "I still say there's got to be a bunch of these lunatics running around..."}}
 
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{{Cy|time=20:08, June 18, 2020 (UTC)|text= Cy looks up, tapping his finger once-twice on the wood before shrugging. "Yeah, I'm good, Mason. Jodie is right, there's a lot of paperwork to do." he replies with a smile. "Little stressed, that's all." That's the only time his OCD symptoms came out, was when he was stressed.}}
{{Hestia Olympian|time=21:12, February 11, 2019 (UTC)|Hestia= Although she didn't appreciate being whistled at (even if it was just to get their attention) her only reaction was to send Rick a rather harsh look before she picked up her file to read.}}
 
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{{MariaP2|time=20:12, June 18, 2020 (UTC)|Maria=She's only half-listening to the general buzz of conversation, more focused on the doughnut tray in Jodie's hands, but she doesn't miss how clearly tense Cyrus is. "We'll go for a drink after work if you like, Cy," she says; they've been drinking buddies for a while, and it's not like she's ever ''not'' in the mood for a Firewhiskey."}}
{{Jaysea|2=yes|Max=She thumbs through the file, only skimming the pages. She makes a point to stay up to date with what the other divisions are working on, so none of this is new to her. "Alright, everyone, one more thing: until this case is closed, nobody goes anywhere without at least one partner. I don't care if it's related to this case or not; we aren't taking any chances. This is for your own safety as well as for practicality. In teams, there's at least one person to handle any victims and at least one person to secure the crime scene. And for the ''love'' of ''god'' do not hesitate to send for backup."|time=08:32, February 13, 2019 (UTC)}}
 
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{{Nike|Nike=She quickly shoves one doughnut into her mouth, the rush of sweetness enough to wake her up fully, and she uses the brief distraction over Cyrus to grab one - ''no, I think I'll take an extra'' - two more and slip them into her desk drawer. They'll be gone before she leaves. "María," she calls around a mouthful of doughnut, holding out the box.|time=02:36, June 19, 2020 (UTC)}}
{{Thistle|Rick= He jabbed a finger at Max's words. "Indeed. Do not hesitate, someone's life is in your hands." Rick almost lectured, pacing in front of them, file held loosely in his hands. "I can promise you that."|time=18:08, February 13, 2019 (UTC)}}
 
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{{Jaysea|4=yes|Max=She walks into the bullpen a little late, still toweling her hair dry after taking a real shower in the locker room. The first thing she hears is about how much paperwork there is to do - and unfortunately, Cyrus is right that Jodie is right, there is ''always'' paperwork. "Dinner's on me if anyone is feeling anything more substantial than this morning's doughnuts to get them through."|time=02:36, June 19, 2020 (UTC)}}
{{Shepherd|2=yes|Shepherd=Cameron is ''better'' about working with others now, but being explicitly told they can no longer work alone still annoys them just a bit. Sometimes you just have to do things alone. ''Would Dakota count as a partner?'' They glance down at where Koda is laying below their desk. He just twitches his ears. "So do we have ''any'' useful descriptions at all?" They thumb through the file. "Anyone who can sit down with a sketch artist or something?"|time=12:17, February 14, 2019 (UTC)}}
 
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{{Winston Wolf|23:17, June 26, 2020 (UTC)|Winston walked out of his office on his way out and say the little gathering assembling. He didn't want to head right over there because he was a higher ranked Auror and they might shut up and act super professional soon as he arrived. Especially his trainees, so he hung back and just watched. He had been working on his proposal for the Auror Academy which is why he had been in so late. It was almost done and ready for approval from Drew and the Department Head}}
{{Thistle|Rick= "Everything we have is in the file. However, there are three victims alive, that can meet with a sketch artist." Rick moved to the corkboard, taping up three pictures of the victims. "First survived victim: Frederick Spencer, lost his arm to the attack. According to his interview reports, he was attacked by someone disguised as his best friend, Blaer Lýðursdóttir. He is an intern at Mungo's." The next picture he tapped at harshly. "Jennica Kempe. Current Hogwarts student, found bleeding out in The Spider's Web with a piece of black fur on her neck. I wasn't able to talk with her, so someone will have to conduct an interview when she's avaliable." The final picture was of the last victim that had been survived. "Catherine Durante, werewolf, and Precinct resident. She was the most recent victim, found in the Godric's Hollow graveyard. I have evidence gathered from Catherine, taking with permission from the Healer treating her, so if anyone wants to start running analysis spells on what has been collected, then let me know."|time=19:46, February 14, 2019 (UTC)}}
 
{{Thistle|Lauren= "Hey Rick, how many bodies have been found with black fur on them?" Lauren questioned. "Both alive and deceased, please..."|time=19:46, February 14, 2019 (UTC)}}
 
{{Bond_em7|time=20:55, February 27, 2019 (UTC)|Emilie=She'd cross refence the files she'd been looking at. "Looks like...four...no five including the one survivor. Jennica Kempe survived. The deceased are [[Elysia Peyton]] another Hogwarts student killed in the Forbidden forest, [[Paisley Holmes]] who worked in the Creatures Department and was killed at a grocery store, [[Anne Greenwood]] who was another student killed over the summer in the Old Forest, and [[Dominic Kingsley]] once again a student killed in Knockturn Alley." She'd shrug. "Pattern with the fur definitely seems to indicate someone preying on underage wizards." She'd cross reference the reports again. "...and generally with some sort of blade since they all had cut wounds on them."}}
 
 
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Aurorbullpen


Welcome to the Bullpen! This is where most Aurors work when they're in the office.

The Bullpen
Heart of the Auror Office


Roleplay

María and Regina

ReginaDLB2

regina de lucaombrelune alumna • cara mia

「 Age 」
27
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
intelligence auror
「 Relationship 」
single

After testing it out on the world for a couple of days and working out the 'kinks' — where she'd get too irritable and snarky, for example — Regina had finally settled upon a persona, and it worked well for her. So it was the lunch break, and she'd gotten out the food she made for herself because she'd on a personal level, for her own wellbeing never subject herself to the unfortunate canteen at the ministry, nor whatever the English deemed it acceptable to sell as takeaway food, scarf settled around her neck to chase away the persistent air conditioning. 

Message Me • 14:06, June 22, 2020 (UTC)

Mariawbgif2

María Pedroso-Díazbeauxbatons graduate • glass half-empty

「 Age 」
24
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
auror + bartender
「 Relationship 」
single

The air-conditioning is messing with María too - Merlin, the first good weather all year and the English are so determined to freeze everybody to death? - and she's been getting weird looks for wearing a thick leather jacket inside. Weaklings, all of them. She's at the coffee pot, making herself a cup of strong black coffee and resisting the urge to pour some brandy into it (she carries a bottle in her bag at all time for emergencies) as she waits for the water to heat up. Today is dragging.

Message Me • 14:10, June 22, 2020 (UTC)

ReginaDLB2

regina de lucaombrelune alumna • cara mia

「 Age 」
27
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
intelligence auror
「 Relationship 」
single

"Thank Merlin someone else is sane." Few were as incensed by its existence — and scared of its power, the colpo d'aria, suffered by Italians and discredited by just about everyone else; Regina, having woken up in the throes of the worst pain imaginable in her neck more than once, has spent much time trying to convince others of its real nature — than the Italian people, but that was one person she wouldn't be silently judging at least. "Are the English allergic to warmth?"

Message Me • 14:26, June 22, 2020 (UTC)

Mariawbgif2

María Pedroso-Díazbeauxbatons graduate • glass half-empty

「 Age 」
24
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
auror + bartender
「 Relationship 」
single

"Apparently so," he nods, her accent bleeding through as the pot boils and she pours her beverage; as bitter as physically possible, to wake her up and clear last night's this morning's hangover. Then she turns around and takes a sip, trying not to pull a face at the taste. Regina - that's her name, right? - looks far too elegant and put-together for this late in the day."I don't usually miss Spain but today? I'm a rude comment away from Apparating back there."

Message Me • 14:32, June 22, 2020 (UTC)

ReginaDLB2

regina de lucaombrelune alumna • cara mia

「 Age 」
27
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
intelligence auror
「 Relationship 」
single

Being put-together when she cared about how she was perceived was a natural impulse of Regina's, and it had been commented upon several times already by passing Ministry workers, whether it was meant as a compliment, or not. "I knew leaving would make me realise why I loved Italy," she picked up her mug of hot chocolate, giving someone's empty plastic cup — once full of an iced beverage; a frappé of some description? — "but these people drink iced coffee! It's really like they don't know how blasphemous they're being."

Message Me • 07:52, June 24, 2020 (UTC)

Nike and Cyrus

CyWB2

Cyrus MathieuAuror ♦ On the Edge

「 Age 」
21
「 Species 」
Wizard
「 Occupation 」
Auror
「 Relationship 」
Single

He had been absent for a few days - Suspectedly working on files from his home office. There were a lot, but the more he worked on the less work for his colleagues. The more they could all focus. So, after dropping off some files to the boss' desk, he steps over to the bullpen, checking to see if he had any more files to work through.

Message Me • 18:52, June 18, 2020 (UTC)

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CyWB1

Cyrus MathieuAuror ♦ On the Edge

「 Age 」
21
「 Species 」
Wizard
「 Occupation 」
Auror
「 Relationship 」
Single

Cy barely looks up as he answers. "Sleep deprived, and regretting taking my work home - I was supposed to visit my sister yesterday. I never got around to it. Doubt she's happy about that." He couldn't really keep his family member being in azkaban away from his co-workers, considering they all work with the law - It was the sort of thing that you let people know in this line of work. Of course, it only took about a year and a half for it to become common knowledge. Still, Cy shrugs it off and smiles at Nike. "You look exhausted."

Message Me • 02:29, June 19, 2020 (UTC)

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CyWB3

Cyrus MathieuAuror ♦ On the Edge

「 Age 」
21
「 Species 」
Wizard
「 Occupation 」
Auror
「 Relationship 」
Single

"I'd rather do it on my own time," He answers with a shrug. "That being said, I am more than happy to come along if the place makes you uncomfortable - I'm used to it at this point, so I guess it would help to have someone who isn't creeped out by the area."

Message Me • 16:56, June 19, 2020 (UTC)

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CyWB2

Cyrus MathieuAuror ♦ On the Edge

「 Age 」
21
「 Species 」
Wizard
「 Occupation 」
Auror
「 Relationship 」
Single

"As often as she can," he answers with a nod. "I try to make it better for her, but it's only a matter of time, ya know?" Until she completely goes. Cy stared at the ground as he thinks about it. The visits won't last forever, he knew that. But it is just now sinking in how little family he has left.

Message Me • 17:36, June 20, 2020 (UTC)

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CyWB1

Cyrus MathieuAuror ♦ On the Edge

「 Age 」
21
「 Species 」
Wizard
「 Occupation 」
Auror
「 Relationship 」
Single

Realising he was being a bit of a downer, he shrugs it off, chuckling at her joke. "Mason could use some. I swear he doesn't shower after he works out."

Message Me • 18:26, June 20, 2020 (UTC)

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CyWB2

Cyrus MathieuAuror ♦ On the Edge

「 Age 」
21
「 Species 」
Wizard
「 Occupation 」
Auror
「 Relationship 」
Single

"Maybe something more subtle? Like, I don't know... Sweets or something.

Message Me • 19:54, June 20, 2020 (UTC)

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CyWB2

Cyrus MathieuAuror ♦ On the Edge

「 Age 」
21
「 Species 」
Wizard
「 Occupation 」
Auror
「 Relationship 」
Single

"Ehh... Taffy, I suppose, has to be the closest for me. Peanut butter taffy." He walks a bit closer. "What are you looking for?"

Message Me • 19:33, June 21, 2020 (UTC)

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Jodie et Auror Dept.

There's no posting order. However wants to join can join!

Crystal reed wb

Jodie Bristowhufflepuff alumna • nation's favorite sweetheart

「 Age 」
21 y/o
「 Species 」
Metamorphmagus
「 Occupation 」
Intelligence Auror
「 Relationship 」
Single, looking

Working late is never a good idea, but crime doesn't stop when she goes to bed, so why go home? Presently, Jodie is sitting at her desk, filling out the reports she'd been procrastinating on, just as she'd been doing for the past two hours. Being an auror is all fun and games, but the paperwork? Not so much. "Are there any doughnuts left?" she asks loudly, hoping one of the other few aurors in the bullpen will hear her.

Message Me • 18:51, June 11, 2020 (UTC)

SMTBG

Hunter MasonHogwarts Alumni • Certified Bada*s

「 Age 」
26 y/o
「 Species 」
Wizard
「 Occupation 」
Hit-Wizard
「 Relationship 」
Single

Hunter and the other hit wizards walked into the bullpen after hitting the gym. The smaller, elite group of Aurors always worked out together after the work day was over. Hunter heard Jodie ask for doughnuts and picked up the half-eaten box and brought it over to her. "There's plenty. What are you still doing here?" he asked the Intelligence Auror with a raised eyebrow

Message Me • 23:08, June 14, 2020 (UTC)

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Mariawbgif2

María Pedroso-Díazbeauxbatons graduate • glass half-empty

「 Age 」
24
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
auror + bartender
「 Relationship 」
single

She's ever so slightly hungover from last night, so honestly, she needs and deserves a doughnut more than anyone else here. "Doughnuts? Throw one over here, please!" she calls, turning around in her chair. "Chocolate, if it's left."

Message Me • 18:54, June 18, 2020 (UTC)

CyWB1

Cyrus MathieuAuror ♦ On the Edge

「 Age 」
21
「 Species 」
Wizard
「 Occupation 」
Auror
「 Relationship 」
Single

He pushes the door open - after turning it twice - to hear Maria mumbling something about doughnuts. He chose to stay quiet, just giving a small wave or two towards the little group forming, and heading straight to his desk.

Message Me • 19:05, June 18, 2020 (UTC)

Crystal reed wb

Jodie Bristowhufflepuff alumna • nation's favorite sweetheart

「 Age 」
21 y/o
「 Species 」
Metamorphmagus
「 Occupation 」
Intelligence Auror
「 Relationship 」
Single, looking

Jodie capitalizes on the fact that the box is safely in her hands to pluck two doughnuts before her coworkers take the rest of them. She musters a tired smile and shrugs. "Too much paperwork to leave unfinished," she replies. Seeing as Nike is the first one to ask for the box, she leaves her two unattended briefly while she wheels her chair over and drops the box off before pushing her chair back to her desk. "Does anyone have any idea what time it is?" Her phone died hours ago and she's pretty sure she doesn't have a charger around here. She really needs to invest in a watch, too.

Message Me • 19:49, June 18, 2020 (UTC)

SMTBG

Hunter MasonHogwarts Alumni • Certified Bada*s

「 Age 」
26 y/o
「 Species 」
Wizard
「 Occupation 」
Hit-Wizard
「 Relationship 」
Single

"It's eight o'clock," he says briefly checking his watch while noticing Cyrus walk over towards his desk without coming over to talk. He walks over to the other hit-wizard to check up on him. "You alright Mathieu?" he asks him with a slight inclination of his eye-brow. His tone was pretty gentle though, as he was genuinely interested to know how his fellow Auror was doing

Message Me • 19:54, June 18, 2020 (UTC)

CyWB1

Cyrus MathieuAuror ♦ On the Edge

「 Age 」
21
「 Species 」
Wizard
「 Occupation 」
Auror
「 Relationship 」
Single

Cy looks up, tapping his finger once-twice on the wood before shrugging. "Yeah, I'm good, Mason. Jodie is right, there's a lot of paperwork to do." he replies with a smile. "Little stressed, that's all." That's the only time his OCD symptoms came out, was when he was stressed.

Message Me • 20:08, June 18, 2020 (UTC)

Mariawbgif2

María Pedroso-Díazbeauxbatons graduate • glass half-empty

「 Age 」
24
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
auror + bartender
「 Relationship 」
single

She's only half-listening to the general buzz of conversation, more focused on the doughnut tray in Jodie's hands, but she doesn't miss how clearly tense Cyrus is. "We'll go for a drink after work if you like, Cy," she says; they've been drinking buddies for a while, and it's not like she's ever not in the mood for a Firewhiskey."

Message Me • 20:12, June 18, 2020 (UTC)

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AOLG1

Winston Wolf, SrHufflepuff Alumni • Former Prisoner of War

「 Age 」
35 y/o
「 Species 」
Wizard
「 Occupation 」
Auror Trainer
「 Relationship 」
Married

Winston walked out of his office on his way out and say the little gathering assembling. He didn't want to head right over there because he was a higher ranked Auror and they might shut up and act super professional soon as he arrived. Especially his trainees, so he hung back and just watched. He had been working on his proposal for the Auror Academy which is why he had been in so late. It was almost done and ready for approval from Drew and the Department Head

Message Me • 23:17, June 26, 2020 (UTC)