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Paranormal?
For us it is normal.

Jaklo Wright

	“One. Two. Three. Four. One, two, three, four. One two three four. Onetwothreefour. Ontwthrfr” The rhythm was muttered under the hunter’s breath.

	In his hands was the vicious combination of metal, wood, and mana known as, Magus Judicium, or to the non-catholics, Arcane Justice. It’s master cracked the barrel and in a flurry of movement filled the empty chambers with shells, raised the gun, and fired. The spray of lead dug into the bark of an old evergreen. The blast echoed, but then the silence returned again.

“Still a little slow. He did it faster so can I.” Jaklo growled.

	Putting the shotgun away in his backpack Jaklo began to walk back to his abode. The dawning sun greeted him as he walked through the forest to his cabin. He often spent his mornings this way. He’d always be training in different ways. One day it’d be with the sword, the next just agility training climbing trees, and the day after that he’d just run until he couldn’t lift his legs. There were acres of forest around his home. Not exactly like the ones he grew up in but close enough. They were secluded and he liked it that way. No one else tended to appreciate them the way he did.

	Upon reaching home Jaklo hung up his backpack and headed for the bathroom. He showered up before dressing for work. He had quite the distaste for “professional” attire as they called it. In his profession efficiency came before fashion. The only reason he gave in was that he’d often be picked out during work by those not entirely in the loop. When everyone else is wearing suits and slacks then the same becomes camouflage. In some ways he was a private investigator of course, but no matter what being a hunter mattered far more than working for W&R. On that awkward thought Jaklo headed for the office.

	It was cold for September even for Maine. Jaklo flipped his trench coat's collar up and brought his shoulders off to help shrug off the cold. He made a mental note to find a way to enchant the coat to keep him warm. Despite the distance Jaklo had never bought a car. He saw no use for the machines with his abilities.

	When he finally reached main street Jaklo stopped into the little coffee shop diner on the corner, Sam’s. The place was just starting to gain it’s morning clientele. Besides those few people the place was straight out of the sixties yet another time capsule in old town. Jaklo got two boxes of a dozen donuts. Usually the office would rotate through grabbing breakfast or lunch. It was just a handy thing incase there was something sudden. Only one person would be out getting food , and people could get to the office earlier for breakfast. Admittedly there was usually a series of complaints about the frequency of donuts, but in the end they’d be eaten and nothing changed.

Jaklo found himself on the stoop of the historic Wells and Raick Investigations. The building blended right in with main street. Dull red brick covered its facade, but the overcast morning left it a washed out brown. In all honesty it looked very good for its age. It was clean and while not obvious modern upgraded had been made. Matty had done a good job keeping up the old place.

Now there was a strange fellow. He had been working at W&R far longer than Jaklo, but only seemed to be a handyman. He was quiet and nothing else really. He was always just there.

Just as Jaklo was getting in the door he heard a woman's voice call to him,

“Don't close it!”

Jaklo turned around but kept his foot out to hold the door open. Coming up the sidewalk was what appeared to be a stack of boxes with legs. Infact buried under those was Maria Yung the agency's resident quartermaster. Despite her small stature Maria was a master with the making of arcane weaponry and devices. Unlike the others at W&R she had never trained to use magic for anything other than crafting. While technically her studies fell under beastology and alchemology she was really an enchantress not a hunter.

Maria scuttled in and hurried downstairs without another word. On the first floor was a reception kind of area that let the company separate the clients into magical and mundane cases. Markiel was sitting at a big wooden desk in the center of the room. The thing had been built for the office decades ago and was a rather imposing piece of furniture. Shelves and storage were kept behind the desk for all the case files and business documents. Behind those was a dividing wall that separated the foyer from his office. The warlock was casually sitting back while reading a musty tome. More than likely the tome was an actual book from an ancient era. Mr. Relovski always was picking up new artifacts for his collection.

“Whatch ya get your hands on this time?” Jaklo asked crossing the room to the desk.

Mr. Relovski looked up closing the book. Before he did Jaklo was able to see the writing wasn’t even in a modern alphabet.

“Just a little study on early cryokinesis and it’s progenitors.” His accent only slightly coming through.

“Well nothing that would help me so I’ll just head upstairs. I assume nothing has come in for us.” Jaklo replied disappointed.

“No. It’s been quiet on all the fronts, but before you go…” Markiel grabbed one of the donut boxes and selected an entirely plain donut which was put down next to his coffee.

Jaklo carried on upstairs to the second floor office. All of the employees of the true side of W&R were given a desk here and the right to do with the area as they pleased. While for the sake of cover the company had a couple actual PI’s they weren’t given offices and instead called in when the cases were for them. Jaklo had selected the one in the far back right corner. Jaklo had built up some privacy walls and made himself a little eight by eight room. He did have an actual desk with a PC on it, but most of the space was taken up by a workbench and tool boxes. Over the workbench was a submarine style murphy bed with literally just enough space for Jaklo to lay down. The only other things in the room was a desk chair and a locker.

Before going to his office he stopped by the little kitchenette built in under the stairs up to the third floor. He put down the donuts then got settled in. He sat down at the workbench and absently began to tinker with an old backup piece of his.

@AdobeFlash I think I've gotten this to the right point now.

Seph Kane: The Mastermind of the organization. The offices in all the states are managed by minor mages who can deal with everyday goblins and ghosts, but Seph is the one in charge of everything. You may not expect much from straight appearances with his shaggy brown hair and youthful visage, but in his actual presence there is an aura of command and intensity. To stare into his eyes is to look into the building tempest before the storm of the century. He is a highly trained shifter that focused on the creature and enhancer schools. Alongside that he has a rather impressive knowledge of magical devices and weaponry as a hunter. Seph has been in and around magic his entire life and knows damn well the dangers that come with it. He takes his job very seriously, even to the point that he doesn't interact much with the mundane world anymore. He has deeper links to the magical community than even the town he lives in. He's neither anti-social nor rude, but he's clearly left the mundane world for many reasons some obvious like his work others deeply private. All in all he's a good man carrying heavy burdens.

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