This sounds pretty cool, I'm hopefully in.
Edit: I realized I have no time
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"Well damn I guess I don't get to go to the office." James muttered. He went to the desk and grabbed his 12 Chambered Elven Revolver and his "Contingency Plan" which was a very undersized experimental dwarven pistol. James returned to the rest of the department who similarly got ready and yelled at a fairy to bring him the coffee machine. After placing it down James thought aloud "Intial and foremost place, that obviously has to be a factory, we need to narrow down," he checked the label, "old Monti Factories." Soon a fairy brought back the only know location of the Monti Factory in the whole of Orgeon. James booked it to the car and started the car.
So is this dying or are people busy?
James took his time back to his desk, enough time in fact to see that Ebony girl come in half asleep. She didn't seem to be a bad girl, definitely strange due to her strange powers of communication and those damned head phones. After his moment of quick contemplation he went back to his desk in the bull pen and looked at the case he was working on. It originated in Pixie gang territory, a concerned citizen called in the shooting. The John Doe turned out to be a 3' tall average pixie name Dan Brennan, not a magical name. The hardest part so far had been making connections. Dan worked in the Wizard City DMV and he seemed to be allowing immigrating Pixies to grab a license almost automatically. The worst part is that the immigrating Pixies were really being used to traffic Pixie Dust, the elusive drug, then ending up left in the Magic River. Today James was going to investigate the office of Dan Brennan.
James woke up on his paper covered desk as the lights flickered on, That damn kid comes in too early. James looked at his reflection on the computer screen, he looked like shit. He walked into the bathroom, splashed water on his face and straightened up his suit. After using the only magic he knew, breathing into his hand to smell his breath, James smelled whiskey. Oh this is good now they have proof you're an alcoholic.
To combat the problem of the breath James made his way to a strangely new coffee machine, Dammit my mugs back at my desk. After making the quick detour back to his desk and back to the new machine, he pressed the mug button. The coffee quickly shot into the cup. James took a long drink, and meandered towards Marcus' office.
"Hey Marcus where did that coffee machine come from? Oh hey Fae."
To combat the problem of the breath James made his way to a strangely new coffee machine, Dammit my mugs back at my desk. After making the quick detour back to his desk and back to the new machine, he pressed the mug button. The coffee quickly shot into the cup. James took a long drink, and meandered towards Marcus' office.
"Hey Marcus where did that coffee machine come from? Oh hey Fae."
Ok I'll just wait for my partner to come back from Florida.
Come back from Florida soon, Jimenez.
Come back from Florida soon, Jimenez.
So are we going to have partners?
Imma normal!
Name: James Flamel
Age: 40
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Abilities and Skills:
-Proficient at shooting
-hand to hand combat
-Interrogation tactics
Age: 40
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Abilities and Skills:
-Proficient at shooting
-hand to hand combat
-Interrogation tactics
Definitely interested
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