Gelatinous Cube

The Mutant Devision (Midna & Gelatinous Cube)

"I swear it sir, the tin went from this counter to the front door and he never stepped foot in here. Would have taken my register too if I hadn't held onto it, it was like arm wrestling Randy Savage." The clerk told his tale with all the fervent tenacity of a drunk campfire story.
"Did you see which way he went?"
"Down Barrack street, god knows where though. Plenty of hobos and bums down that way. There's a shelter down there somewhere, might want to inspect there."
Adrian nodded and thanked the man for his statement.

"Agent Kite," he called as he stepped outside.
"I hope you got spare change on you, we're going into hobo county. If it so happens that I find this guy and he runs, I'll need eyes in the sky. Won't do to let this small fish get away on my first day back."
The sun was beating down hard, but Adrian dared not take off his jacket to reveal the underarm holster beneath and the firearm concealed within. Also the matter of the stain on his shirt.
Is it vomit? God, I hope it isn't vomit.

[Gelatinous Cube] Ballad of the Mages {Ladybella}

It had taken a bit of arm twisting and some hokey excuses, but in about a day Kyra had gotten a listing from her realtor. All the likely properties for sale that Ray thought a cabal of evil acolytes would be bringing their "dead" master back to the land of the living.
Ray was still limping and taking it slow, his ribs were still giving him hell, and above it all he was just fatigued. He could hardly sleep with the threat of both a morbidly powerful Warlock and an enraged Vampire Lord both out for his blood.
If only Mathias could take out Kaeli for us, then that narrows the playing field down a bit...hardly levels it though.

The sun was out, and it was bright and warm, even if it was still a cold day...something to be thankful for. They had needed to leave early to buy Ray some new clothes. So now he wore sneakers, jeans and a t-shirt with a black hoodie over the top. Much more preferable to the tattered sweats he had on the past couple of days. He hadn't realized how much his hair had grown out either, now that it wasn't a shaggy mess. It touched the back of his neck at it's longest point, almost on his shoulders. He kind of liked it. he who had always kept his hair fairly short his whole life. He had to have something to feel good about...anything!

"This is going to take the better part of today," he muttered in a sullen tone, "And I don't even know if it will pay off. There's still the matter of abandoned buildings, condemned lots...fuck. Detective work sucks. And I am going to pay you back for the threads, by the way. Just as soon as I win the lottery."

[Gelatinous Cube] Ballad of the Mages {Ladybella}

This is it.
OOC seems kinda superfluous.

But it's here.

What Are You Listening To?

Son of the Last Breath - Grand Magus

The Mutant Devision (Midna & Gelatinous Cube)

He looked back at her in the rear view, only his eyes reflecting back at her, and they only hinted at the clusterfuck of complaints colliding in his head.
This is going to be a looooooong day.
"Okay, here I go...driving the car...now," he said back to her, trying to laugh to keep from snarling.
He pulled out onto the road, following his GPS to the last known whereabouts. Adrian wanted this to be a quick, painless case of find the guy and bring him in, but he knew it never went that way. This was going to be as nose to the ground as any other case, witness questioning, clue hunting...and to top it all off, babysitting.
And damn, if his head didn't ever hurt!
He fished around in his centre console for a small container of pills and cracking it open one handed he swallowed down two pills dry. Something he had been prescribed after Clara's death to keep the anxiety and tension at bay, for all the good they did him.

"The last guy to report this mutant in was a corner store owner, swears blind he saw the charity tin he keeps chained to his till. So that tells me that we're dealing with a petty crook, probably homeless...but don't let that put you off guard. Homeless thieves are desperate men, prone to all sorts of dangeous..." Adrian suddenly veered off on a tangent with a steady blast of his horn, he leaned his head out of the car window, "You cut me off motherfucker! I hope you wrap that piece of shit around a fucking guardrail!"
He carried on, "So...where I was I? Oh yeah...desperate...dangerous...just, just keep your eyes peeled, huh? If you see him, don't make a scene. Point him out to me and then follow my lead. This will be really simple."

The drive was short, only around ten or fifteen minutes.
The sign above the store was as unremarkable as the store itself, Adrian didn't think the owner would be any more spectacular.
He scanned the street around them before getting out of the car, but he saw no suspicious activity, nor any questionable people. He got out of his car, straightening his suit, he caught sight of himself in the reflection of the cars window.
Good god...I didn't know how fucking haggard I look. He needed a haircut that was for sure, and a shave. It surprised him that Melissa hadn't busted his balls for it, or the creased suit. He couldn't look at himself any longer, so he turned to the girl.
"Alright, rookie. Probation officially starts now. Don't make me fill out a negative report."

What Are You Listening To?

Dancing With The Moonlit Knight - Genesis

Holy crap, I freakin' love this track.

The Mutant Devision (Midna & Gelatinous Cube)

Adrian stepped back as Rebecca's wings opened, and his hand went to his pocket, to the device within. He held his breath without even realizing and clutched harder at the device, ready to push the button the moment her feet left the ground.
But the moment passed.
The wings folded back and the girl seemed to compose herself once more. Adrian felt foolish for what he considered an overreaction on his part, he was wound too tight.
Okay, great start...if only I can get through today without zapping my new partner like a mosquito...

"We're going to my car," Adrian answered her question, "And when we find this guy, we make a calm approach. If you had read his file properly you'd see that the agency doesn't consider him a threat. We take him in clean, unscathed."
Adrian unlocked his SUV, thankfully roomy enough to fit a girl with a pair of wings if she sat in the back.
"Do you think you can handle that, Agent Kite?" She was right about one thing, he wasn't going to call her Rebecca, not until...unless...she proved herself.
He got into the car and fired up the engine, turning his back to her he said in a tone the left little room for argument, "Don't do anything unless I tell you to do it."

What Are You Listening To?

Fall of America - Headspace

Tea and Gunpowder, IntCheck [Wild West meets Ancient Nippon]

Where does the Wild West come into it?

The Devil Wears My Skin

This sounds rather unusual. Allow me to join you on your exploration.