#interpol's finest. | looker

[liepcrd]

⏰ for Looker

food for thought. | (late asf) 

⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time?

Being a detective, Looker is constantly under pressure to solve his cases no matter what type of case it may be. Missing person cases and murders he takes especially seriously. He has a saying, though: hustle, don’t hurry. He gets things done in a timely manner but doesn’t skim or skip over things. He pays attentive attention to detail while being on his way. When he feels especially rushed or under pressure from the public or superiors, he finds himself hurrying. He stops, reminds himself of his motto and continues.

If he were to miss something due to rushing, he would feel awful.

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ruh-roh. | @kirynn

He stared at her wide-eyed when she spoke, shocked that she could even do so in this form. His attention went back to the metal in her teeth, though. Was there... purple behind it? He dropped the whole ‘I can talk’ matter for now.

“Kirynn. I find it extremely hard to believe you somehow got metal in your teeth without knowing it. Where did it come from?” He kneels down, attempting to get her to open her mouth so he can take it out. He has his suspicions, but he really hopes his gut is not right.

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✒︎✒︎✒︎ (for 👀er)

it’s the details that matter. | accepting

Three facts about l👀ker: 

- If it’s fried... there’s a 99% chance he will attempt to consume it once, providing it’s something that is indeed edible.

- Looker has considered retiring from the force early, but just when he thinks he might turn in his letter of resignation, he realizes that no matter what bullshit Interpol puts him through, this is his passion. 

- He prefers writing with quill pens rather than regular pens, but quill pens are hard to come by nowadays. He has one on his desk in his hotel room that he uses to write special notes down with, or personal letters.

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@aether-florie liked for a starter.

Ah, Aether Paradise. Was it really a paradise? Who knew. Looker heard his fair share of rumors and the fact that Miss Wicke had aided the International Police with the capturing of the escaped Ultra Beasts didn’t really help their case. But that wasn’t why he had come here today, no. He walked swiftly along the empty-- even dreary white halls, flashing his badge to those who were of enough importance to stop him and ask why he was here. Usually with this certification, he was left to his own devices, unbothered.

Despite that others had halted his progress-- it seemed a mere moments after one person stopped him, another came out the woodwork-- there was only one person who could help him. 

There was a light rap on the door to Florie’s office, a voice coming after it.

“Hello?”

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📹 looker!

a glimpse into a rare past. | open!

@friendshauna

The cassette clicks into a VCR with ease, though the video is a bit-- no, a lot-- grainy. Horizontal lines bounce on the screen as the video plays; soon enough an old-timey living room appears, a young boy on the screen as the main focus. He sits upon the knee of an older man who looks very similar to the boy. A feminine voice sounds from behind the camera who is assumed the be the person holding the device.

-- “Go on, Vinny! Open the present!”

The boy, without further ado, rips into the neat wrapping paper, the paper hat upon his brown hair nearly tumbling off on the floor. He grins widely when he opens it: a toy gun and a sheriff badge! Wow! He immediately pins the badge to his shirt.

-- “Jus’ like daddy!” He exclaims, hugging his father with his small arms. The man gives a gruff chuckle and hugs him back.

-- “Your mother picked that out for you. You should be hugging her!”

The child gets his feet on the ground and practically tackles his mother’s legs in joy, the camera shaking a bit with the impact. The woman laughs and the camera bends down at an awkward angle as she hugs her son. The video then fades out, the screen turning black and the tape popping out of the dated VCR.