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abstrabner replied to your post:Mod Post

I’m happy to hear things have gotten better for you! ;w;

[Ahhh, thank you so much >,u,< <3]

#mod post #the mod replies #[guess who's forgotten their tagging system]#abstrabner

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[It is March 13th, year 2014.

This is gonna be the day I GET BACK TO THIS BLOG. I missed this, I really did. Things are looking up (it unfortunately took a lot longer than expected but hey, let's stay positive) and I have a little time back to dedicate to my dear grumpy Inspector.

I want to say a HUGE HUGE HUGE thank you to everyone here. This blog had gained followers even through the hiatus, my blog has some sweet messages in for both I and the Inspector and I just. Just bless you all, man.

Ahh, thank you all so much! ヽ(*≧ω≦)ﾉ ♥

I shall try and get cracking on things right away.]

#ooc post #[LET'S DO THIS]

killscreen

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#Glory to Arstotzka

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((Sorry for the hiatus, been hectic over the festive period and some not-so-pleasant things have happened but I hope to come back to this soon, thank you all for your patience! c: <3 ))

#ooc post #[I'm dying at some of the anons in the askbox you guys are the best]

abstrabner-deactivated20150907

I AM SO SICK OF YOUR SHIT JORJI

thatgreenguysergiu

((Realcanon headcanon Inspector is a whiny wiener.)))

#[He is a bit of a whiny wiener this is fair enough]#Inspector

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For Arstotzka and The Order.

#EZIC #Order of the EZIC Star

abstrabner-deactivated20150907

I DUNNO WHAT I’M DOING ANYMORE

#I don't want your strange Japanese films Sergiu

thatgreenguysergiu

A lovely poem by Mod

((Orbistan is Red

United Feds are Blue

Let’s kick some ass

no Imporians))

#((beautiful))#((-u-))

viviornitier

#Inspector is king?#Hah I wish #Would get better job #((also this is neat I love this meme))

What is that drawing on the wall? My dog can do better.

No words got the Inspector riled quicker than the insults to his son’s drawing. It hung with pride of place on the wall of his booth (taken down only when that familiar drone of a government car could be heard from the road that signalled Dimitri), flanked on the left by his family portrait and on the right by one Arstotzkan Arskickers banner.

"That drawing is worth more than entire dog."

How could people come in here and, upon seeing a picture that is obviously drawn by a young child, say how bad it is? It was bright, colourful and made him smile when he reached work in the mornings and that was all he needed from it. His son had drawn it for him and he adored it, rightly so.

"No artistic dog breeders allowed in Arstotzka, exit on your left."

He didn’t even look at the papers before handing them back and jerking a thumb towards the door the entrant had come through.

He’d hang the resulting citation under the picture and all.

#The Inspector Answers #Papers Please #((PASSIVE AGGRESIVELY DEFENDS SON'S HONOUR))

(tugs your sleeve) Dad? Check out this cool crayon set! (shows you ad in paper) It's got so many colors...I really want it! Please??

The Inspector sat up in his chair as his son approached, taking his attention away from the stone cold fireplace to look at him. It had been an evening of sacrificing heat for food, but still he sat in that chair, as if being close to the fire would have some placebo effect of pseudo-warmth.

It didn’t.

But he smiled nonetheless as, smothered in three jumpers and cheerful as anything, his son held out a newspaper to him. Indeed there was an advertisement for a set of crayons. The picture itself being in black and white but the print promising 'a rainbow of colours the likes of which you've never seen in a single set!'

Settling back into the chair, the Inspector patted his knee, an invitation for the boy to clamber onto his lap. He did so, smiling and swinging his legs, excitedly pointing out things in the advertisement. He listened absently as his son talked, nodding at the points he made…

But his attention was proving difficult to be drawn away from the 'Only 25 credits!' stamped across the bottom of the ad.

Only twenty-five credits? Only? That was as much as the daily rent! This was an incredibly expensive crayon set. His son was incredibly fond of drawing though. And his old drawing utensils were… Well, most were reduced to stubs. He could use a new one.

If they went a day without food and heat, they should be able to get it. If he worked quickly at work, processed more people… Perhaps manage to get a few people detained, get a little money from Calensk. If he got everything in order, he should be able to work it out and afford the set.

With a quiet sigh, he patted his son’s back.

"Is very good set. Might be a little… Difficult to get hold of, but we’ll see. Go show your mother, I bet she shall be as enchanted with it as you are."

And no doubt they shall be having a conversation about it later. He watched fondly as his son slipped off of his lap, took the paper and ran from the room, calling for his mother.

Conversation to come with his wife or not… He knew he was already decided on the matter.

#The Inspector Answers #Papers Please #((MY HEART))#((family fluff is my weakness how dare you))#((that was the cutest I had to sit for 10 minutes before I answered because THE INSPECTOR AND HIS SON))#((thank you asdfghjkl))

dang-debbay replied to your post:Ravioli ravioli let me through your bordioli.

I dunno man I’d let him through

((...Maybe is allowed in your country but in Arstotzka we have rules and regulations and we stick to them. Namely no sea organisms allowed through East Grestin.))

#OOC Post #The Mod Replies #dang-debbay #dangdebbay

Ravioli ravioli let me through your bordioli.

"…"

The secretive manner in which the applicant had leaned in to whisper this… Nonsense rhyme? Was worrying to say the least. They appeared to be completely sincere about it.

Ravioli? Really?

'Bordioli' wasn't even a word.

Yet they seemed to be convinced that this odd phrase would gain them access through the border. The Inspector sighed, removed his glasses, wiped them on the hem of his jacket before placing them back upon his face.

It was too late in the evening for this.

"Rhyme is uh… Lovely, but still need passport. And other documents. If you don’t have them, then kindly exit through the door on your left."

Perhaps the entrant would be better off being taken to some sort of hospital.

The types you get nowadays.

#The Inspector Answers #Papers Please #((NO PLANKTON GO HOME))#((i had to pause like 10 minutes before answering from laughing))#((especially at the mental image of plankton appearing at the inspector's booth))

thatgreenguysergiu

((HEY LOOK HEY LOOK HEY LOOK WE HAVE THE EZIC UP IN HERE NOW!

GO SAY HI! MAYBE POISON A MAN, SHOOT AN ASSASSIN, WHO KNOWS!))

#Promo #((yes yes go ask plenty of questions my lovlies))#-u-

#Papers Please #Arstotzka #Arstotzka Arskickers

((your average day at the East Grestin border))

#thatgreenguysergiu #stupidfuckingterrorists #Papers Please #((mourns the lack of my tablet))#((and the diminishing quality of my scanner))#((I DON'T DRAW A LOT DONT LOOK AT ME))#Sergiu #Calensk #The Inspector #((are the eyelashes bombastic enough i feel like i failed))

Morning inspector. Good day, no? I just am delivering some of the news print. I work at the Truth Of Arstotzka now. Much better then the Republia times. You remember me correct? Ah, does not matter. Here. Something for your troubles. *Hands him 5 credits, wrapping something.* Happy winter mandated holidays. Enjoy your papers inspector. Looking forward to future meetings. Have a nice day.

"Ah… Delivery man from Republia. Yes, of course I remember."

The last time he had stopped by, the man had told him a little of his past in Republia and the… Unfortunate end to his career at the newspaper business there. With a nod, the Inspector took the paper offered to him, glancing over the front page to note the headlines before setting it upon his desk to read later.

"I am glad to hear that, friend. I hope it works out well for you at Truth of Arstotzka offices.”

He offered a smile, extending his hand for the other to shake. It was with a little surprise that he was handed some money instead, along with something wrapped in a piece of brown paper.

"Oh… Is not necessary… Thank you, is extremely kind."

He tucked the money within the breast pocket of his jacket and stood, taking the man’s hand and shaking it firmly. People were rarely generous in these times, and it was heart-warming to see. With a brief squeeze, he let go of the other’s fingers, resuming his seat.

"Happy holidays to you too, friend. Though not much of a holiday for either of us, it seems. But work is pay, hm? I see you on your next round. Good day to you also."

He waved the man off. He was always so busy with the number of papers he had; their conversations tended to be brief.

It wasn’t until a little later that he remembered the item wrapped in brown paper. After he let the current applicant through, the Inspector paused before calling the next one to take the tiny package from his pocket. Removing the paper revealed a small, metal token, engraved with the Republian crest.

"That man truly is too kind."

With a renewed cheerfulness, the Inspector called in the next entrant.

#The Inspector Answers #Papers Please #The Paper Delivery Republian

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