The Secrets of Tyrrus

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  1. Relatively Sane Gummi Ship Junkie

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    Secrets of Tyrrus

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    We begin in the city of Eredan as it reaches into the future with both hands, leaving many of its poorer citizens behind. Crime runs rampant in the city, many organised crime groups compete over territory, and the mysterious "Cabal" act in the shadows, their name only whispered in dark alleys and among corrupt aristocrats. Many have lost faith in the constabulary, giving rise to several independent detective agencies. One of these is Haytham's Investigations.
    Meanwhile, in the Ministry, events unfold which would begin a chain of events to decide the course of history.


    Prologue
    Panting for breath, her legs aching, Grand Minister Elizabeth Draycaster ran. She risked a glance over her shoulder and saw nobody coming after her. Slowing to a stop and leaning against a wall, she caught her breath in staggered gulps. Her hands were shaking, her face pale, and eyes wide. With a long exhale she collapsed to the floor and held her head in her hands. The blood on her hands marked her face and hair, and she quickly pulled them away. "...Oh gods..." she stammered. The blood was not her own. It was the blood of a dying man who had fallen against her, back in that horrible room. Adrenaline faded, the events of the last five minutes caught up to her in an overwhelming tide of shock and fear. She screamed.
     
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    The old rickety building slumped beside the canal. The day was sunny, but any sunlight that would have pleasantly trailed in through the windows was blocked by the massive railway structure which ran over the city. Below, two boatmen collided and began an argument, which drifted in through the open windows of the building. A hand reached out of one of the sooty windows and pulled it shut in an attempt to shut out the noise. This was a futile attempt, since a moment later a large steam train hurtled along the tracks ahead, the cacophony of wheels on rails disrupting any sense of quiet that anyone in the neighbourhood would have had. Dylan sighed, and returned to his desk, trying once again to ignore the thunderous din from above. This building was, definitively, the worst in the district. But it was cheap, and money was not something Dylan had in large supply at the moment. Putting his feet up on top of the desk, the detective eyed the board on the other side of the room as he contemplated how early he could get away with drinking.
    The board was filled with unsolved cases and dead-ends. Pictures were pinned up, with little notes, and strings to connect bits and pieces. The serial arsonist? Dead end, in fact there was nothing really linking the separate fires together. The Black Dragon Brotherhood? Although Dylan had uncovered one of their gambling dens they were too dangerous to face, and they had members of the constabulary in their pockets. Then there were all the cold cases that the police had given up on, but had also taken all the evidence, leaving nothing to work with. Dylan was almost hoping that a new crime would surface, just so he could do something.
    The latest newspaper lay on his desk. Another issue of the Westwood Informer, which Dylan knew was the most biased newspaper in the country but it still held some useful information. Not today, however. New building. Great. Political conflicts. Whatever. Rumours about the Oracles, if only they knew the truth. And of course his advertisement, which he'd paid a significant sum of money to have in the front page. That was the reason he had to skip breakfast. And lunch. He just hoped something would come of it. Dylan opened up the newspaper and continued to read, looking for some lead or mystery that could take him to a new investigation.

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    North Constable Station in the district of Esterfield was a proud, tall building of stone. On this fine day the sun shone down on the square outside the building, which contained a statue of the famous historical figure General Talon Austermark. If Lynda remembered her lessons correctly the general had come to the aid of Eredan during the Age of Darkness, bringing a host of the finest Whytehold Knights despite not being directly allied with Eredan. The General's ideals of defending the innocent, no matter who they were, were supposed to be carried through and kept in the hearts of all who worked in his building. Lynda strode confidently up the steps towards the station, nodding to several constables she recognised on the way. Strutting through the front doors, Lynda smiled at the woman working on the front desk today
    "Good morning Penelope, how are you doing?" She asked
    "Oh hey Lynda, I'm fine, nothing much has been happening. I've got your newspaper and coffee right here" the younger woman replied brightly
    "Thanks as always" she smiled in gratitude. She was about to turn away when she remembered something "Oh, if you see Constable Thistle, could you please send him my way? Thanks, I'll see you at lunch" She waved goodbye, then walked to her large office on the ground floor. As she entered, she hung up her coat and then proceeded to sit at the desk to read the newspaper. The headlines were uninteresting, but a small section on the front page caught her eye. Haytham's Investigations... that New Havenite PI? As she read the advertisement her face fell into a stern frown. How could the Westwood Informer print something like this, something which was flagrantly slandering the constabulary. Then again, thinking about Constable Thistle, they might have a point. Lynda put down the paper before it upset her any more and turned to her stack of paperwork, but not before taking a large gulp of coffee.
     
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    "I'll take one of you. And one of you. Definitely need some of that." Kara pursed her lips as she tossed some of the strangely colored fruit, and then canned something or others into the bag at her side. With a glance over her shoulder at the guard who was busy talking to some old lady, Kara took the chance to toss a loaf of bread and some more cans into the bag, being very careful not to squish the bread. "You CANNOT eat crushed bread." Tossing her purple hair over her shoulder with her hand, Kara turned away from the supermarket part of the city center, and walked a little down the road, pausing every now and again to make sure she wasn't being followed. It wasn't as if she couldn't pay....but technically...Well Sir Dylan Haytham, the Green Haired Knight of New Haven had given her money, but Kara didn't feel like using the little amount he had...or they, to buy food. Why waste the time at the counter when the five finger discount was so much easier and quicker for everyone involved? And it meant she could get back to what was really important here...Pens. Kara hoisted the bag onto her shoulder with a determined smile and a glimmer in her eye, and wandered a little further down the street, making it seem as though she was aimlessly moving when in actuality, she was slowly drifting further away from any eyes. There was a particular bank, on the other side of town that she liked to frequent at this time of the week. They always got new pens in from whatever pen factory the inkwells all originated at. And you could never have too many pens, honestly. They always ran out of ink or the points dulled or the body snapped, and if you only had the one, then where were you? Up shit creek that's where.

    What if she was kidnapped by robbers, and her only pen snapped? How could she manage to miraculously unlock her handcuffs, and stab her kidnappers in the eye to escape? How could she pen her last will and testament? God forbid
    Haytham found the rather questionable stash of magazines underneath her bed. Actually, that could do the man some good...he went around scowling far too much. Maybe she should leave one under his pillow, help lighten the mood. Bright eyed with her new plan, Kara hesitated by a window, pretending to stare at a red, velvet dress. Way too prim and proper for her, and the color would clash against her hair. White was a good color for her, and it helped people think she was innocent, just a pretty face. That left Kara free to raid them of all their pens. Staring at her reflection, she bit her lower lip to flush some color into it, brushing a lock of hair away from her light colored eyes, and smiled charmingly. How could anyone resist? If this investigative gig failed, Kara could always try to be a ladies model. But then she might have to wear boring clothes too. Oh the struggle. Turning away, Kara surveyed the crowd once more, her eyes turning piercing as she looked for any particular obstacles that might be in her way. Seeing none, she started back on the path to home. Wait until Haytham saw all the deliciousness she had gotten for free. And all because I have such a nice smile. Glancing back at her reflection one last time, Kara winked at herself. No one had to know.


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    Rigel knelt with his hands clasped, close enough to his forehead that he could feel his thumbs brushing the crease in his forehead caused by a furrowed brow. The hard floor might have hurt the knees of a lesser man, but Rigel had spent a lot of time on his-No, that didn't sound right, even in his head. With a frustrated sigh, Rigel shut his eyes, and tried again. Aldin, please have mercy on my soul. Enlighten me and help me to wield the sword of justice. The prayer was an old version of one he remembered hearing as a child. From his parents, or another adult in his past, he couldn't say. It called to him from before the days when everyone looked at him with fear and apprehension. When he was forced into silence under the looming threat of what he could do. What he was. But Aldin, the gods themselves would not have created him if they didn't have a plan. If they didn't intend for him to be a force of good. That was, in truth, why Rigel had come to Eredan. Looking for a new beginning, looking for hope of some kind. All of his readings and research had given him very little to go on, small enough morsels of information that he didn't have any hope of finding someone else like him. But perhaps, if not another who shared his curse, he could find someone who would accept him.

    When Rigel was a child, he had dreamed of a wedding, of a family, and a future. After that had been crushed, and his world turned to darkness, Rigel had nowhere to turn to. He had been given a few small treasures in his solitude, two of which he still carried with him. One was the book describing the gods of Tyrrus, what they were worshiped for, where they had originated from. It had stuck with him since, giving him comfort that even if he was physically the only body in the room, there might be a force out there watching over him. And when Rigel was old enough to leave, he had struck out on his own, praying to the gods for guidance, for wisdom, for a light to shine the way. Aldin had answered him in a dream of sorts, showing him a glowing library filled with knowledge. And thus, Rigel had left Whytehold and set out in search of information on the arcane. His journey had been long, and painful. Full of lessons that he would have learned sooner or later, but they still hurt him to recall. Opening his eyes and getting to his feet, Rigel's hand involuntarily found its way to the sword in its sheath on his hip. A small comfort was taken in knowing that it was still there, and he turned to leave, dropping a few coins into the tithe bowl on the way out. Aldin had told Rigel to come here, when he was ready. And the man he was today was far more in control of his curse than the boy of fifteen when he had first arrived in the south. Rigel stepped into the sunlight, turning his head up and down the street to take stock. Perhaps here, he would get his new beginning. Perhaps he would finally realize his purpose.
     
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    Jebediah awoke from his bed in the early morning on the 8th of winters reign, 2087, and immediately lept from his bed to the bathroom and showered under a lukewarm pour before stepping out, drying himself then adorning himself in his uniform. He stood staring at himself in the mirror for minutes analysing his uniform, his shirt must be tucked in yet his top button undone, his jacket having every strap done tightly to his frame and his trousers tucked neatly into the top of his clockwork cruses before sashing himself with his pistol in holster and his sword; Silver Shimmer, tied to his hip and he nodded with approval and climbed out his window to his fire escape. Jebediah hasn't used his front door in some time, infact if his rent wasn't being paid odds are the landlord would have probably assumed he was dead! This was because Jebediah found himself a routine that suited him best and it began with the 4 children stood waiting for him at the bottom; "Morning Urchins." He said grinning, one child, a young girl he hadn't met before giggled while the other 3 young boys smiled
    "Mornin' ta you too sarge!" the eldest, no older then 11 replied "Last night no gang activity to report but today's market has been targeted by some of our circles for thievin', sir."
    Jebediah tucked his chin for a moment and nodded,
    "thank you, i'll make sure the station is aware." he replied placing his hand on the boys shoulder before pulling aside his collar to reveal a home made Eredan Constabulary badge made from a bottle cap, some blue clay and a pin "They'll make an investigator out of you yet Edward" Edward smiled up to Jebediah before a loud bang and a woman's scream at the end of the ally alerts the 5 of them, Jebediah ushers the 4 deeper into the ally but before he knows it they've already scattered, he clips his heals and sprints down the ally to the source of the disturbance. A short while later Jebediah stumbles into North Constable Station towing a poorly dressed man behind him before placing him in a chair in the waiting room "Wait here." He said sternly before turning to reception, hearing the chaos this early in the morning Penelope didn't even have to look up from her paperwork
    "Morning Sargent Crowne." She remarked "Whats this one in for?"
    Jebediah brushed himself down, not a scratch on him
    "attempted robbery at the end of my street" he places a small cheap gun on the table as Penelope looked up
    "Well I don't think he'll be making that mistake again for some time" She ushers two waiting constables who grab the man and take him out back to the cells "Anything else worth reporting?"
    Jebediah pauses for a moment before looking at his duty slip waiting on her desk "Market Patrol" it read clear as day
    "Not this time, Pen." he says pulling his slip from her desk and turning to head for the door, as he walks out he see's his boss Lynda Rochester walk past him on the staircase, despite a subtle nod she didn't seem to notice him.

    Jebediah walked up and down the market for a few minutes, spotting the children would be thieves, none needing more then a hand on the shoulder and a disproving gaze, it didn't take long before it seemed no threat befell the market at all and so he found himself being able to walk around and talking to curious members of the public, he was used to this, everyone wanting to know what the Constabulary had planned for all the rampant crime, standard procedure; assure them it was being dealt with but give no details. While giving this rendition to a concerned female senior citizen however he noticed something out of the corner of his eye, a girl hair and eyes pink glanced at him he averted eye contact from the woman to see this girl stuff a loaf of bread in her back and begin to briskly walk away, as she glanced over he shoulder Jebediah turned his attention as if it never shifted from the woman, he quickly apologised and informed her he had a Job to do. He had only had a moment but he felt he had this girl figured, poor, New Havenite and cautious, he would need subtlety, he lept and began to climb a fire escape to the roof of one of the building skirting the ally she went down, once at the top it didn't take long to spot that ridiculous hair in the crowd stood gazing at a shop window for a few moments allowing him to catch up to her head start, without wishing to alarm anyone Jebediah perused her for a short while, she always looked back but never up, He waited patiently for his moment to interrupt her, spotting one and leaping down the building in front of her
    "EC! HALT." he stated staring her down; Sword drawn and aimed.
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    "THIS IS A MOCKERY!" Ludwick exclaims slamming a copy of The Westwood Informer "NOT EVEN HERE A DAY AND THEY'RE ALREADY SINKING TO SLANDER" the reporters sat in front on Ludwick seem confused as if they hadn't noticed the source of his rage, Ludwick takes a deep breath and continues his debriefing "Okay, as you all know we have finally finished renovations here on our new offices here in Eredan and now it's time to put the Gallows Gazette back on the map!"
    He is interrupted by a unified
    "Yeah!" by the reporters before he continues
    "It's become clear to me that The Westwood Informer is renowned for corruption in favour of this cities Elite, I want you all to go out into that city and find me the stories they don't want the public reading and bring it to the masses!"
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    "Yeah?!" erupts but with a bit of hesitation
    "and if we get this information fast and printed fast more people will want to buy it... which you all know means more money in your pockets... NOW GET OUT THERE AND FIND ME A STORY WORTH SHARING!" all the reporters immediately get up and bustle out of the single door that exists the boardroom as Ludwick leans back in his glamorous executive chair and spins it to the window to overlook Eredan, lights a cigar, and grins.
     
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    Ulrich had dragged himself out of bed, freshened up, grabbed a quick breakfast and headed out the door to work. It was quite a nice morning with the sun shining down on the city. Ulrich enjoyed the walk to work, he had made it a habit to take a different route every single day walking to work, he had taken ample time for it. He walked through the Riverside park on the fine morning with thin wispy mist still on the river which would be gone quickly as the day would go by. He kept his eyes peeled for anyone commiting a crime, then again seeing a constable with an augment like the one he had, people tended to behave. He strolled across the square in front of the North Constable Station, looking up at the statue of the General. To him it symbolised aspiring to be at one's best and he aspired to do it every day, didn't always go that way but he made the most of it. As he entered the stone building he greeted Penelope with a smile. He went for his desk where he found a note, he recognised the handwriting and knew who had written it before getting to the signature. "Ulrich, Please get your paperwork in order, you're a month behind. - Lynda." Ulrich let out a long sigh, the time he spent in here doing paperwork would be better spent if he was out in the streets, but it was part of the job. He grabbed a coffee and skimmed over the newspaper before sitting down behind his desk and started filling out the paperwork. "It's too nice a day outside to do paperwork...." he muttered to himself as he tried to remember what the incidents were about so he could fill out the forms, silently hoping that an emergency would occur so he could get away from what he saw as unnecessary bureacracy.
     
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    Mirabelle woke that morning nestled under the covers of her bed. She was comfortable and warm, her head clear after a refreshing nights' sleep. She lay there a while, staring at the white ceiling of her sizeable room. She rested there a while, while the sun spilled in underneath the thick pale walnut curtains that kept the sun from shining into the room fully. She rolled on to her side, allowing her cheek to rest against the velvety feather and duck down pillow. She could have stayed in bed much longer, swaddled in her goose down duvet, but a gentle rumble of her stomach informed her that she would be needing to eat breakfast. Mira laboriously dragged herself out of bed, pushing the thick sheets off her and stepping on to the gentle pale white carpet. She padded barefoot across the room, her shift drifting along the floor behind her, stopping to inspect herself in the mirror briefly. She met her own emerald eyes, and scowled at the sight of her hair. Crossing the room to the door, she opened it to see her faithful maid awaiting her outside as she did each morning with a soft smile on her face.
    "Good morning mistress." Mira returned the maid's smile quickly.
    "Thank you Anna, and good morning. I'll be wanting breakfast, and the paper." The maid curtsied.
    "Of course mistress." She started off down the corridor, rendered in a light brown, the sound of her footfalls against the hard wood floor muffled by an extravagant rug. Mira strode over to a neat dark wood dresser set against the wall opposite her bed. The wall was white, like the ceiling with tall rectangular inlays highlighted with gold and lateral columns in between. Mira opened up a couple of drawers and busied herself with becoming presentable before Anna returned with breakfast and the news.

    The door soon opened. The mess that was her hair in all of its strands and knots had been straightened, put into her bangs and a practical though not elegant ponytail and was mostly free of loose ends. She was sat at the small table in her room, placed by a window so she could look out on to the city. It was a jarring sight. Buildings thick as the jungles of Hirokir were massed before her eyes, only separated by the large front lawn of the manor. She watched the cumbersome metal train chug its way across the metal rail that crossed the skyline of the city, frankly ruining the view. It would have been a nice day out for people over there if the sun could even reach them over the iron monstrosities the city of Eredan was filled with. The king of them all, Saviour's Spire pierced the heavens, a monument to mankind's conquest over the mortal realm and magic. In her head, Mira was often critical of the sights of Eredan, but she couldn't help think that it was certainly impressive and quietly took pride in the city. This was a monument to progress. The centre of Tyrranean power, with a statement in Saviour's Spire to match.

    She was broken out of her gaze at the morning view by the sounds of breakfast being placed on the table beside her. A broad sheet of paper, tightly packed, was held before her and she took it.

    "Thank you Anna." Mira began to study the newspaper, sipping from the cup of tea that had already been poured out for her. The maid retreated, closing the door silently behind her as her mistress read the news intently. More talk of Oracles, another report on Saviour's Spire and an amusing jab at the Gallows Gazette. She had both papers ordered for perspective, though she had to admit she preferred the Westwood. Finally, she saw circled the most significant thing. Clearly Anna had marked it for her attention, knowing what she had been seeking of late. "Haytham's Investigations...?" She read on.

    About an hour and a half later, Mirabelle Autumnfield walked the streets of Eredan towards the building where she could locate the latest attempt at compensating for Constabulary incompetence. Her hair was washed and as close to perfect as she could reasonably get it, now with an elegant ponytail tied with a blue band instead of her serviceable one from earlier. She was dressed sharply, a black suit and smart shoes to go with. She did not wear heels like other women of her status did - When one walked the streets of Eredan you wore something practical. Her cane clicked against the cobbled streets as she strode quickly through the city. She had looked at a map of the city to determine where exactly the address was, and it had not been easy until she realised that Stokeworth Rail Station was close by. Narrowing down the building was more difficult. She scanned the street, looking for the particular building. After looking at every other building in the vicinity, it hit her. Almost right underneath the railway and cast into shadow by it and the surrounding buildings, looking almost as if it were going to throw itself into the canal in a fit of depression over its sorry state, was the building containing Haytham's Investigations.

    "Oh." Was about all that she could say about it. Mirabelle closed her eyes briefly while she took in a deep breath. She gave herself a small smile and strode up to the door and knocked. It was time to see what sort of man advertised his new detective agency in the city's most expensive building, despite being in such sorry lodgings. Dylan Haytham had piqued her curiosity.



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    Eredan. A Tyrranean city. One that he had only briefly passed through on his way to the Shattered Sea. One that had not interested him much, until now. Until he had been given... Perspective. The lands of the desert did much to make one realise that this enclosed nation was idyllic indeed, and full of wonders of its own. Varewyn sprung to mind, but that city was of a different type of wonder. Wonders of science and such, miracles of creation. Miracles like Aspire. They were the true wonders of Varewyn. But this place did not make those things. This place was not famous for its military, nor was it famous for its magic. Yet here resided the royal palace of the humans. Much focus was given to this place. Politics. Such a curious concept. One that he had not fully grasped. He watched the people around him, all sat. Around him was a cacophony as the train screeched along the tracks. This did not bother him as much as it seemed to bother some of the humans here. A few seemed to wince. They looked uncomfortable. Others sat there, reading newspapers. Clearly this was a part of their daily routine.

    The train halted at Stokeworth eventually. The Clockwork Golem reared up to his impressive full height and ducked his head as he exited the train, stomping on to the platform. He. Gender. A human construction. It was an accepted thing, based on the forms that their bodies took. He was made in the image of a 'male' he believed. He lacked the typical physical characteristics of a 'female' of the species. Aspire, for that was the name he had chosen in the dunes of Izir, decided that he would insist on being referred to as 'male' for now. He questioned the necessity for it, as he was not a human and therefore did not necessarily need to obey the same standards, but it was difficult to decide what else he should refer to himself as. It? It? They? These seemed neutral. He would consider this. Aspire was different. And Aspire was lost. Which meant that he would find himself in his exploration.

    Once outside the station, the crowd bustled past him. Men and women in various types of clothes rushed past to attend to their jobs or other myriad errands. Sometimes he would pass one like himself, another Clockwork Golem. Yet were they like himself? Some dressed like humans. They even wore top hats. They were gentlemanly things, so he had been told. Aspire did not wear top hats. Aspire did not dress like humans. He was not a human. Humans wore clothes to preserve their dignity but he needed to do no such thing. His dignity was in his metal plates and joints.

    Aspire refocused himself. There were things to do. There were two destinations that he knew of so far that interested him. Firstly, Saviour's Spire was a matter of curiosity. It was large and commemorated some particularly excellent humans. This was probably worth looking at. As a feat of engineering it was worth looking at. He was also keen to learn about what made these humans 'great'. Aspire was not human, but he was a reflection of humans. He could not look himself in a mirror and deny that he was made in their image. His mind was modelled off a human mind. He had realised in the sands that he had to aspire to be something. He had to be great. He had to decide who he was and what he wanted to do with his life beyond wandering. Perhaps an examination of the Saviours that Vincent had told him of long ago would answer some questions. The other option was to look at this royal palace that he had heard was important.

    There were many hours in the day and Aspire had some money to afford lodgings. And perhaps some cleaning up. His plates had been scratched by the sand and he was certain that the irritating and coarse substance had infiltrated him. He would find somebody to fix him. There were a great many decisions to make. Aspire had to use his head and think.

     
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    "Is he dead?"
    "I don't think so."
    "Are you sure?"
    "I don't know."
    "What are you doing?"
    "Poking it with a stick, what does it look like?"
    "Don't do that?"
    "Why not? See he is totally dead, lets loot the body."
    "I don't like this."
    "Come on, what's not to like? Look this guy is loaded. Just look at those swords. We could eat for the entire year!"
    "Just hurry up, before someone sees."
    Two boys lingered near the body of a rather tall red haired male with twin long swords strapped to his side. His shirt was already missing and the black eye made it seem like he had been in a fight in the last day or so. The taller of the two boys stepped closer to the body, smiling back at his friend before reaching down for the sword. Fingers lingering over the handle of the blade, he was about to grab the item he deemed precious enough to sell, as one eye on the body shot open, revealing a copper mechanical eye. An arm reached out and grabbed a hold of the boys wrist as he screamed. The man slowly opened his other eye glaring at the boy, clearly in a horrible mood.
    "Russel! Let him go!" The boy that had stayed back nervously yelled at the man as he picked up a rock to throw.
    The as the rock connected with his head, causing a small cut near his temple, the man let go of the other boy, just to reach for his sword. As soon as he was freed, both the boys took off running, and the man didn't try to pursue them, just watched them go.

    When the boys were out of sight and the noise quieted down, the man reached up and rubbed his face.
    "That did nothing for the headache. Luckily I know how to fix this." He stated as he got up, staggering slightly before sauntering over to the closest bar. As he yanked on the doors, only to be greeted by a groan of wood but no swinging of a door, he realized it was still far to early for any of his usual spots to be open. "Great, how am I supposed to treat a hangover when no where is open for me to get more alcohol." He grumbled as he turned away from the bar and walked down the street, rubbing his face trying to think where he could get more alcohol. He had a bottle at the office, how long had it been since he was last in the office? A week? Something like that. Perhaps it was time to remind everyone that he was still alive in some senses of the word.

    Approaching the steps to the office, Lucian veered off to the side of the building where he kept a stash of extra shirts. He rarely came to work from home and he had a bad habit of losing his shirts when he was drinking. He slipping on the cleanest shirt he could find, digging out the police badge that he had tucked in one of his pant pockets. He was careful not to wear it at the bars, but always kept it on him just in case it was needed. Looking somewhat presentable, though he still had a black eye, the new cut on his head, and his hair was messy and could use a washing. Lucian acted like it didn't bother him however as he strolled into the building, making a v-line straight for his desk.

    Plopping down on his chair, Lucian leaned down to unlock his bottom drawer of his desk, only to find it already unlocked. Slightly panicked he he pulled open the door and started to shuffle around the contents of the drawer.
    "Where is it? Where is it? Where the fuck is it?" Lucian sounded more and more frustrated before standing up, nearly falling back down as he did because he was still not on stable feet yet from his hang over. "Who the FUCK was in my desk, touching MY stuff. Don't any of you have any respect?" He screamed across the office area, pissed off that his booze had suddenly gone missing.

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    "Ah! Welp I guess it is time to get up." While it happened every morning, Mirela still couldn't get used to her bed flipping her out of it every morning before tucking itself back into a wall. It was better than an alarm clock at least. There wasn't a snooze option if she wanted it, just the kind of thing she needed. Picking herself off the ground, Mirela took a moment to listen to the beautiful music around her, the music of machines and gadgets at work, starting her morning coffee, running the shower, all the essentials to start the day. Everything in her house, that doubled as her shop, was made by her and made to make her world easier. Mirela also just loved the sound of her machines at work.

    After a quick shower, Mirela attached her normal hand attachment to her robotic arm and sat down to toast and a coffee which was already prepared without her having to do any work.
    "Lets see, what is on the list today? A new knee for Mr. Michaels, a repair on someones arm, oh and someone is coming to make a special order today. Besides that I guess it is just whoever drops in. It is going to be a slow day isn't it?" While Mirela spoke there wasn't actually anyone there to respond to her. She often spoke to herself or her machinery even if it didn't respond. "Well that is okay. If it is too slow I can always work on a new attachment for my arm, there are still things I can do to make it more efficient. Perhaps I will make a welding torch attachment next. That sounds like it would be useful." She prattled on.

    Placing her cup and plate on two seperate metal pads on her counter top, she turned around and went to the the front door, unlocking it before opening up the blinds in front of the front window. Grabbing a sign that was tucked in the corner she brought it outside. "Mirela's Miraculous Machines (and repairs)" was what the sign read, and it pointed into her shop. Clapping her hands together like she was trying to get the dust off, she turned around and went back inside.
    "What a nice day outside. Perfect for working!"
     
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    Suddenly, all across Dragoncrest Plaza, Royal Guards file into the market square. Dressed like constables but in colours of purple and gold, they shout for the populace to keep calm and evacuate the area closest to the Ministry. A large group of Royal Guards wielding sub-machine guns and wearing breastplates and helmets cross the bridge into the Ministry building, and another group guard the gates. One of the police constables at the scene asks what's going on, but the Guard simply ignore him. A moment later a group of guards escorted a bloodied woman from the ministry, surrounding her with their weapons drawn, as if she were some precious cargo. All around the plaza the gathered citizens try to stay away from the guard, but hang around with curious stares and gossiping whispers.

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    With a lack of anything else to do until Kara came back, Dylan continued to read the boring stories in the paper. As he read, he grabbed a piece of toast. Suddenly there came a knock on the door, it must be Kara returning with the food. Dylan lazily got up from his desk, and placed the piece of toast in his mouth. As he stomped down the creaky stairs, he began to notice how around him faint blue lines began to appear in the air. These lines were always there, but usually they were too faint to see. Their visibility indicated the presence of arcane magic, and Dylan knew that if he analysed them closely he'd see faint patterns, almost like writing. Dylan did not pay them much attention though, he simply assumed they were due to Kara. Before Dylan opened the splintered wooden door, he saw a bright blueish light beyond it, surrounded by these flowing runic patterns. However, upon opening the door he came face to face with somebody who was definitely not Kara. Dylan gave the woman a deadpan stare for a few moments, a piece of toast still sticking out of his mouth.
    "S'chufse me" he mumbled, his mouth full of toast. He slowly finished the piece of toast, as he looked the woman up and down. The first thing he noticed was the magical light which emanated from the woman's coat pocket. He tried not to focus on it too much lest she become suspicious, but he recognised the signs of chronomancy, the way the blueish light spiraled clockwise and the specific dynamic runes which were created by its presence. The woman herself had an unimpressive aura, the same dull grey outline all humans had. It signified arcane potential, but the woman was obviously not able to use magic on her own. Of course, nobody else would be able to see any of this, it was Dylan's specific ability. Next he moved on to what the ordinary people would see, the woman's sharp suit and long blonde hair. She was quite attractive, and obviously wealthy, but none of that interested Dylan as much as the strange object that must be in her pocket. After his brief analysis, he swallowed his toast and made eye contact with the woman "Are you from the Ministry? I've already paid the rent"

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    Just as Lynda had really gotten into the paperwork, Penelope gave a short knock on the door and popped her head into the office
    "Constable Thistle is here" she informed Lynda. This was shortly followed by loud frustrated shouting coming from down the corridor
    "So it would seem. Thank you" Lynda said, before standing up and walking out of the office purposefully. Other officers kept out of her way, since she was wearing her "Somebody's in deep sh*t" face. She turned a corner and glared at Lucian Thistle, who was standing at his desk swearing and shouting. "Looking for a bottle of something, Constable Thistle? I should hope not, you know alcohol isn't allowed in the building" She stated, with an accusing stare. Lynda didn't like to berate Lucian too much, but drinking on the job while in the building was a step too far. The man was a terrible constable, but it was better if he was here than in some gang. So she let some transgressions slide. At least if he was in the constabulary they could direct his violent anger towards the people who deserved it.
     
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    Well, it WAS a nice day. Kara reflected as she stared at the man in front of her. One moment she had simply been perusing along, almost skipping in her pleasure at a job well done. She had looked behind her, looking all around except for one direction. Actually two. Up and down. But to be fair, there was no way he could have come from underneath without shifting a lot of road, and using a lot of magic. She would have been able to escape that. But up...Kara needed to remember that one. Clever. The man was eyeing her, his sword pointed in her direction. "It's a little superfluous to yell at someone to stop, point a sharp stick at them, AND drop down in front of them? I'm sure all the criminals find you very...." she paused, her gaze turning sharp as she identified his uniform with all its straps and colors. "Charming." her sentence finished, Kara shifted the strap of the bag to cut across her body, making it more secure in the event this turned rough. Which, her intuition told her it probably would. "Now, at the risk of sounding discriminatory, I'd say you think I was doing something wrong." Blinking, she twirled a strand of purple hair around her finger even as the other mechanical hand braced on her hip, ready to reach for the dagger hidden on her body. Dylan would not appreciate the murder of a Constabulary man, but she would not risk his safety, or hers over some small time coward with no self esteem who couldn't puzzle his way out of a paper bag. Unfair. Discriminatory. She reminded herself, though her hand didn't budge.

    "I'm afraid, sir, that I don't have any means in order to pay you to leave me alone. My legs don't open for any old badge walking down the street, and my purse, well, that's closed even tighter." Joke was on him, she never brought it with her. Movement caught her eye, and Kara risked turning for a half a second to see purple and gold uniforms striding across the square. That is definitely not because of me. Glancing back at Jebidiah, Kara jerked her head towards the action. "That might be something you should attend to. You know, protecting the weak and all that." The sound of boots on the ground raised the hair on the back of her neck, but Kara refused to emanate anything but calm. Until the guns came out. Definitely time to leave. "So it has been a pleasure meeting you, and I would say I would love to meet again. But I don't." With a mocking salute towards the man in front of her, Kara stepped backwards with a flash of a grin, and then took off running.
     
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    Jebediah ran his eyes up and down his target, A young girl, early twenties, Purple hair, robotic left hand, Beautiful and armed. He examined her quickly, he could tell she was talking but he's learned its pretty safe to zone out the first wave on insults that the people he apprehends usually throw, he was about to speak before the eruption from The Ministry quickly turned his attention for a moment before hearing... Something about her legs? He turns his attention back to her "That might be something you should attend to. You know, protecting the weak and all that." Jebediah didn't appreciate this and began the usual spiel "You have the right to-..." Jebediah is interrupted by her continued babble, that does't usually happen. "So it has been a pleasure meeting you, and I would say I would love to meet again. But I don't." she saluted him then turned heel, Jebediah reacted as quickly as he could in this moment and reached for his pistol holster, a second has passed, He thinks of the benefits of taking the shot, Take out a leg and she'll come in just fine and won't be running, Another second passes, This is a public place and all she did is steal bread, is it worth the possible public panic? No, he could almost hear the voice of Lynda Rochester now "Why did you waste your time on a petty food thief?!" A third second passes, No, its not worth it, he leaves his gun holstered, she's 4 seconds ahead, Jebediah Grins "Child's play..." he mutters and he makes chase through the crowd.

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    It was always something simple that turned into a complicated matter. Kara didn't usually mind doing this shopping, but she hardly ever advocated to be chosen for the chore. She didn't like pretending to be nice, and she didn't like having to smile charmingly at people while perusing their wares. This, though, this was infinitely more interesting than just simple shopping. Her bag clutched underneath her arm, a determined smile spreading across her lips, Kara ducked under the outstretched arm of some lady without bothering to apologize before skidding around a corner. She would have been laughing with glee if it hadn't caused more attention to herself, and instead grabbed several articles of clothing off of a rack. "Here, have some vegetables!" She tossed a can out of the bag towards the startled vendor with a wink and a smile before grabbing the only piece that had a hood and throwing it on as she took off again, diving back into the crowd.
     
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    Jebediah stretched his legs to the farthest extent he could, he wouldn't been shown up by some girl, he ran and kept pace, wall hopping around the vendor before landing on his feet, he see's the Kara adorn herself in a hood heading for the crowd he had one shot, he could just about tackle her... he came short. His eyes widen as he hurdles to the ground, he turns it into a forward roll, he stumbles and the crowd scattered to engulf him but quickly encircles him, Jebediah finishes the roll then stands up right and pivots around, He lost her. This will go on record, he heads back to the constabulary to write up his report.
     
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    Mira did not have to wait long at the door for it to be answered. The door swung open and she put her best smile on for him. Before her stood a man. At first, he was exactly what she expected from someone who was an Investigator. He wore a trench coat, a little worn, speaking of experience. He wore a smart black waistcoat and a grey shirt and tie, with smart trousers and shoes to fit the image of the detective. His hair was green and swept to the right, indicating that he was a New Havenite man. That fit. But there was something about this picture which did not quite fit. Out of his mouth hung a slice of toast. His eyes studied her as he spoke through the toast, chewing with a gormless expression on his face. She met his eyes, although he was not exactly meeting hers. The man seemed to be studying her quite intently. Finally, after what felt like a minute of being stared at, he spoke.

    "Are you from the ministry? I've already paid the rent." Mira looked at him, and stopped maintaining the smile. Is that really what this man is assuming? She almost thought that this was not in fact the man she was looking for. But he said "I've". That meant, unfortunately, that this could only be one man.
    "Hello, Mr Haytham. I'm not from the ministry and I'm not looking for your rent money." Mirabelle smiled at him, trying to offset the awkwardness of this situation. "My name is Mirabelle Autumnfield. I'm here about your advertisement. I hear you're looking for investigators?"


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    Aspire thought a little while. Both of these places could wait, for looking at buildings took no time. He considered them carefully, meticulously. Their advantages and disadvantages, though he knew little of these. One thing did spring to mind. It was possible that he could enter Saviour's Spire, but the Royal Palace would not be accessible to him. Aspire was but a Golem. He had no significance. He could not enter. Therefore, he concluded, he would first look at the palace. Then he would visit the Spire and enter it. He had no other plans for the day. That meant he could spend as much time as he pleased there. Additionally, visibility was currently good. He should not waste this chance to see the palace in daylight. Aspire, who had stood still in the street outside the station for some time, whirred into action. He turned South, relying on his memory of a map he had seen in the station, and strode towards the Royal Palace.

    Small areas of a crowd would part as Aspire stomped through Eredan. He was much bigger than all of them, standing perhaps two heads above the average person. He was large, bulky and made of strong metal. It was no surprise that the fleshy, less durable humans would move out of his way. He would do the same if he were them. He passed by a large building, from which men with bags full of envelopes scurried from. A large building proclaiming the name 'McDavos' caught his eye too. It was a hotel. He would consider its prices later. He needed a place to stay while he was in the city. As Aspire walked, a curiosity appeared. He observed a woman with a Clockwork arm fleeing a policeman. A criminal it seemed. She soon disappeared into the crowd behind him and the policeman passed as well. In his mind, he wished the officer luck. He crossed over a bridge into another busy district. Men carrying papers and parts of printing papers shuffled by as he moved at a brisk pace. Another bridge passed and he reached what a sign called 'Dragoncest Plaza'. And another curiosity.

    From around the plaza, purple and gold guards with sub-machine guns appeared from seemingly nowhere. Aspire stopped, just a few meters off the bridge in the middle of the square. The Golem observed as a scene of great interest played out before him. These guards were not the same as the police officer he had seen earlier, there were others more like him around. They were unimportant. The purple and gold ignored them and marched into a building. 'The Ministry'. Eredan's government building as he understood. People around him were filled with a mix of fear and morbid curiosity. His own curiosity lacked such morbidity. What had he to fear? He had done nothing wrong. Soon, emerging from the building was a woman. She was covered in blood and seemed... The word he believed was applicable was shocked. Perhaps she had been injured? That was cause for worry indeed. For both herself and Eredan. She was clearly important. People whispered around him. He could gain information from their words.

    "Who is that?"
    "That's the Grand Minister!"
    "What happened to Draycaster?"


    Grand Minister Draycaster, the political leader of Eredan. Someone of great important indeed. Something had happened to her. She may have been injured. Something had happened in the centre of Eredan's government. But what? And why? This was unusual. He had made the right decision indeed. Aspire was seeing something interesting. All he could do was watch for now, but he knew that events were afoot in the city. He had to find out more. If only to sate his own curiosity.

     
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    The office seemed to go quieter as the clicking of high heels on the floor echoed through the halls drawing closer to his desk. Well here was just another way to ruin his day more. Too bad for Lynda, he wasn't scared of her like the rest. Still Lucian straightened up slightly. He didn't want to face his boss as an angry shouting mess, he had to have some dignity in the end. That didn't mean he would take whatever crap she through his way, but he would refrain from pulling one of the twin swords strapped to his side on her.

    "Good morning to you too Lynda." He said coldly, never bothering with formalities. He had stopped that sometime after he lost his eye. Before that time he could have been seen as a suck up, trying to do everything so proper. It almost sickened him to think of how much of a goody-two-shoes that he was back then in his younger year. The years he actually cared what people thought of him and would do anything to gain approval, including disowning his family. He could have been at a mansion sitting all comfy like not having to work a day in his life. However that had not been what he wanted, he wanted to serve and protect. Now looking at what had became of him, he didn't know if he was thankful that he cut ties with his family, or hated himself for it. Either way all the emotions tended to get washed away by the alcohol and he could stop caring about stupid things like that.

    Speaking of, Lucian looked up at Lynda as she commented on him looking for a bottle of something.
    "Yeah. In fact I was looking for a bottle of my medicine." He retorted sounding a little annoyed. To Lucian alcohol was like a medicine, though it was to the point it was a clear addiction. Right now all he could think of was if he drank, it might get rid of the damn head ache that he was fighting. "Now if you kindly return my property I would happily take it off the premise and away from you." Lucian offered a snarky smile before holding out his hand for his alcohol that he hoped that Lynda kept close by.
     
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    The woman seemed unnerved by Dylan's examination, and her smile faltered. He was used to this. However he was surprised when she stated she was here because of his advertisement, and raised his eyebrows. "Oh" he stated "I'm surprised, other applicants have been significantly less... wealthy. Flynnford's suit? Custom Tailored? Very expensive" He stated. He gave her another cursory glance. Other than the beautiful cane and whatever was in her pocket, she didn't seem to have any weapons. "I'll let you in in just a moment, but first, do you have any weapons? Magic? Anything I need to worry about being in my home?" He asked. He was only asking to see if she would lie of course. He gave another glance at her left arm and noticed that the vague neutral outline that surrounded all humans was not present there, evidence of a mechanical arm, which was not unusual.

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    Lucian was one of the few constables who could meet her glare with equal intimidation. "Medicine? I've never heard of a doctor prescribing whiskey before" She stated sarcastically "If you think you're getting it back that easily- hang on" Lynda cut off mid sentence as Penelope was hurriedly fast-walking towards her with a worried expression
    "There's something happening in the middle of the city, Dragoncrest Plaza, Royal Guard are swarming the place, something to do with the Grand Minister" Penelope explained hastily. Lynda's brow furrowed
    "Alright. Where's the keys to the motorcar? Constable Johnson you're driving me to the plaza" She rattled off orders, then turned to face Lucian "And you're not off the hook, you're coming as well, get your things, we need to get going ASAP" she commanded the unruly constable "And can somebody get me Constable Haltzenor?!" She gave the last command as she grabbed her coat and began to head out of the building, constables and officers swarming around in the panic of the event.
     
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    All was quiet for Zephyr as he focused all of his attention into reading the book that was situated before him. A common trend of his was to find someplace quiet remotely quiet to sit down and read, today spot of choice being a bench. Other than the sounds of your average bystander walking by, which he was used to toning them out. Having about one last chapter to read, he figured that he would head back to Haythams Investigations afterward.

    A chapter later and Zephyr closed his book and pocketed it. Another book finished meant that he had to find another one to read to keep himself occupied whenever it was that he had down time. It would be helpful for him to form an idea on what he wanted before looking for one, but he could do all that another time. What he needed to do now was to head back.

    On his way back he happened to walk past a church right as
    someone else had exited, the person themselves didn't interest him however the sword that they carried on his person did. Weapons, namely swords were something that he had always held a fondness towards. He then approached the man to ask a simple question. "What kind of sword is that?"
     
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    Mira nodded when the Investigator broke down her outfit. It was indeed a custom tailored suit from Flynnford's. Despite initial appearances, it seemed that Mr Haytham was the real deal. She was quietly glad that he had actually noticed that detail. Mira was rather pleased with her nice suits. Then he posed a question that while was not unsurprising, she had not expected him to ask so quickly.
    "I have my cane. And-" She paused for a moment. Did she want to reveal all of her cards to this man? Her magic was a secret she kept quite closely. But equally, she was going to work with this man. He would have to know eventually. And he was probably an unconventional sort. To start with, he had chosen not to join the police force. This could be what counted as an interview in his book. She reached into her pocket and held up her pocket watch. "There is magic contained within this watch. Chronomancy. I can explain the exact details if you want, but it is somewhat complicated and I would rather sit down." She explained. Hopefully the statement of Chronomancy would be enough to justify allowing her inside. She was not pleased about having to do this outside.
    "And I have a clockwork arm, if that is of concern to you." She added, not sure what this man's definition of 'anything he should worry about' was.
     
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    Kara didn't turn to look back, she kept her eyes on the path in front of her and her feet pounding against the ground as she worked to put distance between the constabulary and herself. The hood flapped against her head in an annoying fashion, but it was much easier than trying to dye her hair. Ducking around another corner, Kara slipped into a group of people who were worriedly muttering about blood and the Minister and all sorts of things she wasn't really interested in at the moment. But she knew someone who might be. At least I didn't murder the man. She whined in her head, wondering what Dylan's response would be to her antics. That was if she told him the whole truth. But Dylan was the one person she usually did tell everything to, if not because he typically found out later. Like her hair, for instance. She had never told a soul if it was dyed or natural, a little secret she liked to keep to herself and a game she liked to play with everyone else. The damned man had seen through her lie in a matter of seconds, not only ruining her fun but also making her extremely uncomfortable.

    Kara risked a glance back to see if the
    police was still following her. To her relief, he was not. She turned, clutching the hood tightly around her hair, and continued to walk across the bridge, her mechanical arm placed over the bag full of groceries to keep it from moving and making noise as she walked. She hadn't recognized the man who had stopped her, but he must have taken his job a bit more seriously than the others she had met, given he had decided to actually chase her. Too bad someone like that hadn't been in charge of the investigation into her aunt's death. For a moment, the sound of crackling flames surrounded her, and the smell of roasting flesh filled her nose. Shaking her head to clear the visage, she took a deep breath of fresh air and quickened her pace, heading back towards Haytham's Investigations.

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    Rigel exited the church and took a deep breath, hoping as always that it would instill some sort of piece into his heart and mind. It usually never helped, but the ritual itself was a habit, something that he was so used to doing it came without a thought, and it was only after the matter that he would consider his actions. Rigel was an extremely careful person; he hadn't always been, but life had punished him for lack of thought more severely than it seemed to do to others. Glancing at the people as they walked back and forth, he couldn't help but wonder if they knew how blessed they were for such a simple existence; if they could have any idea how much Rigel would give for his greatest concern to be doing the grocery shopping, or wondering if rent would be paid on time. But such mundane thoughts were beneath him, with or without his consent. And so Rigel made his way onto the street, when something unexpected happened. "What kind of sword is that?" Rigel turned to behold a young..kid? They didn't look much older than sixteen, honestly, and their eyes were glued to Rigel's sword at his hip. His hand settled on the pommel, even as he tried to come up with a decent response."A long one." Was the decided interaction. Rigel would have smirked in any other situation where he had been comfortable, but it seemed all to random for this kid to have picked him out of a crowd because of his sword.


    "Do you normally ask people strange questions like that?" He followed up with. That was what people did, right? Continued the conversation after an introduction. While neither of them had given each other names, it wasn't really important. Didn't seem like it anyway. If this was a sign from Aldin to direct him to the proper path, he was not sure how to decipher such a message.
     
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    Ulrich did his best to focus on the paperwork and did quite a good job of it. Eventhough he hated it he went about the paperwork, while in his mind he was playing back the memory
    as to what he was writing about, reliving the moments to liven up the dull work. Having finished two reports he was disturbed from his work by a very noisy co-worker arrived. It drew him out of his concentration as the disaster story of a constable arrived and started shouting about having lost something, it probably was a bottle of booze, he didn't like working with the bloke, he didn't take his job seriously and just made a mess of things.
    He was yelling about respect yet he had no respect for his own bloody job. Ulrich didn't even know why they hadn't fired him already, the constabulary didn't have great enough reputation as it was it really didn't need help from people like him to drag it down to the bottom of the ocean as it wa doing quite the job of that in of itself, despite the hard work from people like himself and Jebediah. However then he heard Lynda's voice talking to Lucian and he did his best to get back into his paperwork, still hoping something would happen that day and as Lynda was talking to Lucian he got back into a report about a raid on an illegal gambling den, it was quite the shooting range in there and only one of the suspects made it through the firefight, it was a right mess, but they all followed procedure and didn't break any of the laws. In the middle of writing down a sentence he heard his last name being called by Lynda, which caused him to jump up and go over, on the way there he checked his uniform. "
    Constable Haltzenor reporting, Ma'am." Ulrich said "Is there another deployment for me and my team?" He asked her, glad that he had an escape from the rather dull paperwork.
     
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    Zephyr had hoped that the answer to his would be something a bit more...elaborate than what he was given. Admittedly it was probably all the stories he'd read getting the better of him slightly, after all it wasn't like he'd asked if it was a magically enchanted or anything like that. Now that would be a severe case of his stories getting to his head. Nevertheless the answer he was given was a simple one and was followed up by a question.

    "No, but there are some rare cases." It wasn't quite a lie, he rarely went of his way to interact with random people he saw on the streets. Seeing as he was the one who started the conversation, he might as well have be the one to introduce himself first. "Zephyr. That's my name, figured I might as well tell you."
     
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