A Strange Job offer...
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				Title: <strong>A Strange Job offer... </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorcha</strong> on <strong>14-12-2017, 21:31:30</strong>
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				<em><br>&nbsp; Hi, this is the first post in an RP set (or that will eventually reach) a fantasy world of my invention. I'm hoping to get it started with a few people, and then if it works try and expand it. <br>For now, starting characters are on earth (present day) and work in Law enforcement or similar, when they are approached by a stranger with a job offer. <br><br>This first post is for Knarfy, and I have a couple of other people interested. However if you're interested and want to ask a few questions, do let me know. <br><br>&nbsp;Sorcha xx</em><br><br>&nbsp;It was a slow day in the tiny town where Deputy Carmen Meinhardt sat in county jail, her feet propped up on the desk.&nbsp; There was one guy in the drunk tank, the same guy who was in there most weeks. Same drunk, same town, same routine... It wasn't exactly a hard life and she was looking to get some sleep after a late night drinking when something unusual happened....<br><br>&nbsp;The man who walked in didn't look like he belonged in this or any other small town. He looked like he was from a 90's rock group or even earlier, some time when wearing shades indoors and matching them with a leather trench coat could be considered cool. Although if there was ever a time that thinning magenta hair tied back in a short pony tail was ever cool, history does not record it.<br><br>&nbsp;He stopped as he walked in, looking around the dusty office with every indication of interest despite it being a two room building, before turning his attention to Carmen.<br><br>&nbsp;He paused for a second before offering her his hand, “Deputy Meinhardt I presume?” He said his accent unfamiliar, possibly east coast, possibly even British, “Good to meet you, my name is Captain Trenholme, an old friend of your uncle.”<br><br>&nbsp;“He seems to think you're wasting you life in this... fine establishment, and got in touch with me.” Captain Trenholme gave a grin, “So I'm here to offer you a route to adventure and excitement in law enforcement!”<br><br>&nbsp;He paused and looked around the shabby jailhouse office one more time, “And, though I may be going out on a limb here, considerably better pay....”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>19-12-2017, 03:44:12</strong>
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				<em>Oi, sorry for being hella slow &gt;&lt;<br><br>Anyway, we're off!</em><br><br>Another boring night in nowhereville, stuck minding the drunk tank, with nothing but old Jimmy's snores for company. Carmen sighed. <em>God</em> this place was lame. But what was she gonna do about it? Move to the city? Shit was <em>expensive </em>there, and it wasn't like she really had much of a resume. She could try to get a job with the city police, but she didn't really <em>like</em> working in law enforcement. It was really only tolerable because the Sheriff was her uncle. <br><br>Nope. Only real choices were to go to the city and be a poor nobody, or stay here and be a bored deputy. Her chair creaked as she leaned back, tipping her hat down over her eyes. Yep. No other options at all. At least she could afford to drive to the next county over a drink whenever she wanted... And then sleep it off while 'working'.<br><br>The door opened just as she was about to drift off, startling her back to wakefulness. Carmen straightened up and flicked her hat onto the desk while the strange man entered the tiny jail. Once she saw that it was just some guy, rather than her uncle come to check on her, Carmen relaxed into mild annoyance.<br><br>He spoke before she did, introducing himself. "Yea, that's me." She replied, still a little surly at being interrupted. As he made his offer, however, Carmen couldn't help but lean in with interest.<br><br>"Are... are you offering me a job?" She didn't quite believe it. Her Uncle knew everybody in the county, but this guy did <em>not</em> look like he was from around here. But on the other hand... More pay? <em>Something different?</em> She had to at least check it out. If it sucked, she could always just bail and come back here again.<br><br>"Um, ok. Yea. I'm interested." She stood up. "So what exactly are we talking about here? Some kind of special task force or something?"
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				Post by: <strong>Sorcha</strong> on <strong>20-12-2017, 02:08:18</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;He seemed to ignore her for a moment, idly fiddling with a stapler he'd found on her desk, leaving Carmen waiting for several long minutes before replying...<br><br>&nbsp;"Hmm... exactly? Doing anything exactly is very tricky girl. And to explain? Even trickier." He smiled, seemingly finding her question mildly amusing, "And it's definitely a special something... hmm, task force is, close. You'll be working in a police department. In a big city... far away..."<br><br>&nbsp;His voice hand begun to drift a little at the end, but then Trenholme put down the stapler, "It's a job that will involve going away from you home and family for several years. You'll be able to write to them, maybe even call them on occasion, but no chance to visit them. You're uncle seemed to think you'd enjoy that."<br><br>&nbsp;He paused and stared past her out the window, a shift in his arm moved his jacket, showing a strange gun at his waist. It appeared to have crystal in the barrel and glowed faintly purple. Still not looking at her, he continued, "Travel will be included, and an open mind is a requirement. Hmm.. you don't get airsick do you? The journey there can be a little rough." 
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				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>23-12-2017, 19:35:23</strong>
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				Carmen stood expectantly while Trenholme toyed with the office supplies. Then expectantly turned to impatiently, then sitting again, lips pursed and eyebrows raised in annoyance. <br><br>His seeming insistence on being as vague and mysterious as possible only intensified her annoyance, and her expression morphed into an angry frown at the sight of whatever weird toy he was wearing like a gun. <em>What's this guy's deal? Is he just fucking with me, or is he crazy?</em><br><br>"Uh, yea, I bet." Carmen replied dryly as she stood back up, collected her hat, and buckled on her gun. "How about you go ahead and show me this, uh, 'job', and we'll go from there?"<br><br><em>If this guy is a weirdo, might as well catch him at it now...</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Sorcha</strong> on <strong>24-12-2017, 01:19:37</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Hm.. impatient I see." Trenholme smiled at her irritation, "The call sign of youth. And a lack of appreciation of time.... hmm... time?&nbsp; Don't you have a shift to finish? And a drunk to oversee?"<br>&nbsp;<br>He smiled, "Or perhaps even contact your uncle to check I'm for real... hmm? Or do you offer to go outside with every stranger who walks in here..." He paused again and looked around, "Though I don't expect you get many strangers here. Perhaps if you come outside and see my ride? And call your uncle?"<br><br>&nbsp;He opened the door to wave her through, pointing at a spot behind the jail which seemed to contain nothing more impressive than a rusting cowshed that had probably been there since the depression... 
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				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>07-01-2018, 04:57:30</strong>
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				Carmen's expression didn't change as she glanced towards the cell. "Old Jimmy'll be fine."<br><br>She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head, staring at Trenholme with incredulity mixed into her annoyance. "You know what, how about you have a seat over there while I make a quick call." She motioned to a chair up against the wall and waited for him to comply. One hand <em>just happened</em> to be resting on her gun.<br><br>Once he was seated, she pulled out her phone and dialed Uncle Bill, keeping her eyes focused on her unusual guest. "Hey Uncle Bill, there's this weirdo here. Says he knows you. Seems real full of himself. Says his name's Trenholme. You know him?"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sorcha</strong> on <strong>07-01-2018, 12:30:02</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;What was probably most galling was the way the Captain smiled slightly as Carmen rested her hand upon her gun. Like it was amusing rather than a warning. Still he sat down, making a big show of keeping his hands in the air, and that same slight smile on his face... <br><br>&nbsp;As Carmen dialed there was a pause, then a chuckle, "Oh I know him..." There was a sigh as if uncle Bill was reminiscing, "I know him well. Tell me, does he still do that annoying smirk thing?"<br><br>&nbsp;There was a slight pause, "I really wouldn't recommend actually pulling a gun on him though. And yeah, we go way back, further than you'd think. He called a few weeks ago and asked about you, or rather if I could suggest a recruit for him. And I thought who do I know who need's a good kick up the arse to actually make something of their life.... and naturally I thought of you!"<br><br>&nbsp;Bill laughed again, then sighed, "Yeah, I was a bit of a flake at your age too. Go with the nice Captain. I'll sort out the paperwork and the shift. It's all above board..."
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				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>14-01-2018, 00:17:55</strong>
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				Carmen sighed and rolled her eyes. "Alright fine, but if this is some stupid prank, it's on you if I end up shooting him." She hung up.<br><br>"Alright Captain. Uncle Bill says you're legit, so lead the way." She motioned to the door.
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				Post by: <strong>Sorcha</strong> on <strong>18-01-2018, 02:20:48</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Trenholme escorted her outside, to a dusty field at the back of the jail house. He looked around, other than some livestock, there was nothing in sight. <br><br>&nbsp;"Okay then, the ride's not gonna be here until dark." He said "So... first surprise. Stay close to me."<br><br>&nbsp; With those words, and checking Carmen was close enough to him, he started to move his arms around in a series of arcane gestures, till the world around them started to turn purple... outside the small circle around the pair of them, time seemed to speed up, cars drove past at lightning speed, and people seemed to dart past... and the sun started to set. In only a few minutes it was dark, and Trenholme, breathing heavily, brought his hands together, there was a flash of light and things were back to normal. <br><br>&nbsp;He turned to face her and smiled, "I am a mage, a magic user, the term wizard is considered unkind, now.. I could have just told you, but you wouldn't have believed me. I do hope you do now, and ah.. yes.. there is our ride."<br><br>&nbsp;Behind him was a helicopter, though like none Carmen had ever seen before. It was broader and squatter, and seemed to be composed of shiny black plates. There was a hiss as a door opened, and steps came down, though no sign of any inhabitants. Inside the plane was well lit and she could see several rows of empty seats. <br><br>&nbsp;"Ladies first?" Trenholme offered, with a gesture towards the vehicle. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>24-01-2018, 04:01:42</strong>
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				Carmen followed, locking the door behind her. She sighed and rolled her eyes when Trenholme told her to 'stay close'.<br><br>"So what, all that and now you expect me to just stand out here for hours?" She put her hands on her hips. "If we were going to wait, we could have done that in... side..." She trailed off as time started to speed up around them. Finally, the look of annoyance fell from her face to be replaced with awe. Her hands slipped off her hips to hang loosely at her sides.<br><br>"Wha.... what the fuck?" Carmen stared at him, still incredulous, but a much different <em>kind</em> of incredulous.<br><br>"Uh... Yea, ok." She mumbled numbly as she climbed into the strange vehicle and took a seat.
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				Post by: <strong>Sorcha</strong> on <strong>24-01-2018, 21:07:22</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;As she walked in she could see two seats in the cockpit, one occupied by a man who turned to them and smiled touching his fingers to front on his helmet, "Just the one this time Captain?"<br><br>&nbsp;But there was something strange about him, his face was a little too long, his eyes a little too oval, almost oriental, but they were bright blue and his skin was pale. Platinum blonde hair could be seen peeking beneath his flight helmet and... ears? Pointed ears... <br><br>&nbsp;"Just the one guys." Trenholme said taking a seat at the back, gesturing to Carmen to take the seat next to him. "Do take a seat Carmen, and make sure the four point harness is securely locked. Things can get bumpy... <br><br>&nbsp;"Hey!" Came a high pitched female voice that almost tinkled, "Stop doing my job captain!" <br><br>&nbsp;It seemed to come from the cockpit, but there was no one to be seen, "Now.. where should we be? Ah yes... welcome aboard dimensional flight 26753 something something something... ah it's not important."<br><br>&nbsp;As the voice spoke the pilot had turned back to the controls and the engine was throbbing, and the craft gave a little judder as the wheels left the ground. <br><br>&nbsp;"Do hold tight, the weather..." There was a pause, "Oh poot, there's going to be weather, now be prepared for motion sickness, minor disorientation, and attacks from dragons! Do have a nice flight!"<br><br>&nbsp;The craft was getting higher now, and faster. Trenholme passed Carmen a brightly coloured children's book. "Take this, have a read, it might help..."
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				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>29-01-2018, 02:44:30</strong>
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				Though her instincts urged her to try and gain some control of her current situation, her analytical mind was having a hard time finding anything in particular that she could grab onto to achieve it. And so, she took a seat and did as she was told.<br><br>There were really only a few possibilities at this point: One, she'd been poisoned and was tripping absolute balls right now. Two, she'd gone completely insane and was currently on her way to a padded room. Or three, it was all real and nothing was certain any more. Regardless of which it was, the only thing she could do was try to hold on and see if she suddenly woke up.<br><br>Carmen took the proffered book and flipped it open to the beginning. A small part of her bristled at the notion that they would hand her a children's book, but as out of her depth as she was, perhaps a children's book was where she needed to start...
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				Post by: <strong>Sorcha</strong> on <strong>29-01-2018, 19:52:53</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;The book is brightly coloured and has a rainbow on the front, and the word MAGIC in big round letters on the front. Inside are six cardboard pages of the type suitable for preschoolers, and each page has a single line <br><br><strong><em> "Red is for blood magic of power and sacrifice<br><br>&nbsp;Orange is for fire, that vital spark of life<br><br>&nbsp;Yellow is enchantment, illusion the unseen<br><br>&nbsp;For healing, life and growth the colour is green<br><br>&nbsp;Blue is for water, ice, wind and snow<br><br>Violet is time make it fast make it slow."<br></em></strong><br><br>&nbsp;Trenholme grunts as you read it, "I have an official guide to magic, it's 500 pages of small type, and trust me it's less use than that kid's book. So where we are going has magic right... and other things."<br><br>&nbsp;The sparkling voice comes over again. "Ladies and gentlemen, please hold tight to your seat and ready your sick bag, time to dimension hop in Ten, nine, something, seven, the rude one, five... three ... four... two... one... and...<br><br>&nbsp;The whole vehicle tips smoothly sideways, and a ripple comes across it, making your insides twist. If you were the type to feel sick on a boat or a plane it would really get to you. Trenholme is merely staring out the window into a swirl of pinky purple...&nbsp; From the cockpit the man's voice comes over, "Seriously? You still can't count?"<br><br>&nbsp;"I got it mostly right!" Squeaks the sparkly voice indignantly. 
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				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>02-02-2018, 05:03:23</strong>
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				Carmen read the book intently, committing the information to memory as best she could. "So... is magic like, hard? All kinds of special words and finger wiggling? Or is it more about~" Just then the vehicle slipped into... <em>wherever</em> it went, cutting her words short.<br><br>She took a moment to regain her bearings. "Uh... Ugh. That was unpleasant..." Carmen swallowed a bit of bile. "Ok, so yea, like, magic. Is it like, the 'years of study' kind, or is it all feelings and stuff?" She glanced towards the cockpit. "Oh, and is that the ship talking or is someone else up there?"
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				Post by: <strong>Sorcha</strong> on <strong>03-02-2018, 17:36:53</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;"Magic is always hard, but comes naturally if you have the gift." Trenholme said, "If you do have it, you'll find it showing soon enough. All mages have a tell that show's their gift. With humans and elves it's usually hair colour, for example. If you have it, it'll show in the week, and then... you'll need training."<br><br>&nbsp;"The ship does not talk!" Came the sparkling voice again, "Honestly, humans!"<br><br>&nbsp;The pilot laughed, "Be nice sparkle..."<br><br>&nbsp;"My name is not sparkle! It is err.. Desdemona Nightbreeze!"<br><br>&nbsp;"No it isn't, it's Sparkleblossom Dewdrop!"<br><br>&nbsp;There was the sound of someone blowing a raspberry, and then a small figure flew out of the cockpit towards Carmen. She, and it was so clearly a she, was wearing two scraps of nothing, was about nine inch's high, and very definitely a fairy. "Now Captain, err.. guest would you care for some refreshment?"<br><br>&nbsp;"Coffee." Said the Captain, "Just coffee..."<br><br>&nbsp;Sparkle turned to Carmen and smiled sweetly, "How about you? Nectar? Elf wine? Dwarf beer? Goblin ale? How about some cakes?"<br><br>&nbsp;"Don't eat the cakes!" Called the pilot, "New human's don't usually get this, but 'fairy cakes' isn't just a cute name..."
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				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>11-02-2018, 04:45:00</strong>
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				Carmen held up her hands defensively. "Hey, everything I know about everything seems to have been a lie, so don't be mad at me for thinking maybe the ship talks when I hear a voice and don't see who's talking. <em>Sparkleblossom</em>." She smirked.<br><br>"Uh, yea, just some water I guess? What's the deal with the cakes?"<br><br>She turned to Trenholme, "And I guess what exactly is it that you're wanting me to do when we get... wherever we're going?"
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				Post by: <strong>Sorcha</strong> on <strong>11-02-2018, 12:00:50</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;"Oh no.. not a lie." Trenholme sighed, "Just a limited version of the truth..."<br><br>&nbsp;Sparkle giggled, "Still or sparkling water sweetie? Oh and he hate's giving out this bit..." <br><br>&nbsp;The ship lurched to the side, then straightened. Sparkle and Trenholme took it in their stride, though the pilot seemed very angry with himelf for some reason. Sparkle elbowed Carmen with one tiny elbow, "He just wants everything to be perfect, every time." She rolled her tiny eyes, "Elves huh!"<br><br>&nbsp;"I heard that!" Came from the front. <br><br>&nbsp;"And elven hearing." Trenholme said. "Right Carmen. Everything you have learnt is true for your world. Everything sparkle learnt is true for her world. Each race has their own world, that very occasionally overlap. Hence myth's, legends and the like. In between there's where we're going. A gateway dimension, with doors to every single world. Members of each approved by the council live there. Some with restrictions... and we're slowly integrating the races there, and hope to do slowly into each races world."<br><br>&nbsp;"'Cause living together is more fun!" Sparkle squealed. "A world with just fairies is sooo boring, it's dancing and feasting and pranks all the daisy time! You can't do something interesting like filing! Or archiving... I loooove archiving!"<br><br>&nbsp;"Get the drinks Sparkle?" Trenholme said with a sigh, "As you can tell the races do have slight... values dissonances."<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>22-02-2018, 04:23:21</strong>
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				"Uh, sparkling?" Carmen shrugged. <br><br>"Ok, so we're going to some kind of crazy dimensional nexus or whatever..." She scratched her head. "So... are you wanting me for some kind of peacekeeping force or something? Or am I just another immigrant?"<br><br>"I guess there's elves and fairies, and I'm assuming more... Are we talking like, a dozen different races, or like, hundreds? Are any of them super dangerous?"
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				Post by: <strong>Sorcha</strong> on <strong>23-02-2018, 01:10:27</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Sparkle giggled and flitted away, and Trenholme nodded, "Well maybe not crazy... but that's pretty much right. And we want you to do what you've always done, be a cop."<br><br>&nbsp;He leaned back in his chair, "The ruling council has decided to import police officers from as many worlds as they can, to get experience of working with the other races. Get them prepared for any problems when they go back to their homeworld, maybe there if we decide to integrate..."<br><br>&nbsp;"Yeah, like to see someone build a wall to stop people who can hop dimensions..." The pilot called back. "And as for dangerous who's race invented the atomic bomb?"<br><br>&nbsp;"My advice is don't touch the politics...."&nbsp; Trenholme sighed, "And try not to offend anyone. Even the less powerful races are dangerous, offend a goblin and you might wake up at night with them sitting on your pillow with a knife, offend a pixie and see what shape they can make your nose..."<br><br>&nbsp;"And no-one is rude to the halflings," Sparkle said handing Carmen a bottle of water with little sparkling flecks in it, "Never upset the cooks!"<br><br>&nbsp;"Most of the races are okay, if you mind your manners." Trenholme said, "And most will forgive you as long as you're trying. As individuals only a few of the races are significantly more dangerous than humans, vampires if they're pumped up maybe, ogres, trolls... there's only really three races to be really scared of, and you can see them all coming."<br><br>&nbsp;"Demons are well demons... some are allowed in, very popular in certain industries." He coughed and wiggled his eyebrows, "The legal ones are collared, so they can't suck your soul. Illegal ones are... bad news. Giants are banned from the nexus, they're just too damn dangerous, even if they're trying to be careful. And there's a half mile thick wall of enchanted adamantium blocking off the world of the dragons... if they got through? Everything..."<br><br>&nbsp;"Poof" Sparkle said waving her hands so a shower of glitter fell around Carmen's shoulders. <br><br>&nbsp;"Hold on tight, were coming in." The pilot called. <br><br>&nbsp;"Sometimes, despite everything, the dragons get through to the void, where we are now." Trenholme said, "Hence the elven pilot, virtually no one else can out react a dragon!"<br><br>&nbsp;"Fairies can!" Sparkle snapped, as the ship lurched, "We just don't... ooh shiny...."<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>07-03-2018, 01:34:33</strong>
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				Carmen rolled her eyes at the atomic bomb comment. "Yea, I'm not worried about who not to get in a global war with. I'm talking about what kinds of people I need to avoid meeting in dark alleys!" She nodded as they continued. "See, demons and dragons. That's what I'm worried about! Obviously anybody can be dangerous under the right circumstances, but I can't rely on my normal expectations for how these people are going to behave. Like, if it's normal for Vampires to try and mind-control and eat everyone they meet or something, I'd prefer to know in advance." Carmen added dryly, obviously only half-joking.<br><br>She grabbed onto the seat as the ship swung back and forth, both eager and apprehensive to see where she was about to end up...
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				Post by: <strong>Sorcha</strong> on <strong>09-03-2018, 20:41:03</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;"Unlike some people..." Trenholme glanced at the pilot, "I like to keep a sense of proportion. Now, within limits, just about every race gets along.&nbsp; No mind control..."<br><br>&nbsp;"Maybe a little mind control..." Sparkle whispered, "But just for fun..."<br><br>&nbsp;Trenholme sighed, "Fairies have a limited exemption on that one. Because... well they're fairies. But for most things it's the usual rules, no killing, no eating each other, no theft..."<br><br>&nbsp;"No turning other people's cities into radioactive wastelands..." <br><br>&nbsp;Trenholme gave a bigger sigh, "That's enough of that thank you." He turned to Carmen, "Of course there are rule breakers and... well that's where you come in. We come in."<br><br>&nbsp;"And most of the 'feared' races aren't so bad." He said with a shrug, "Take the vamps. They're a bit stronger and faster than humans, but weaker than orcs and slower than elves say. And they can't do the sunlight. Yes they do drink blood, and do blood magic, but they don't drink the blood of sentient races. Not legally anyway."<br><br>&nbsp;Sparkle nodded, "I have been archiving the effects of the various races bloods on vampires! It's like drugs! Dwarf blood makes them stoned, Elf blood gives then a bad trip, fairy blood makes them hallucinate. Human blood..."<br><br>&nbsp;"Turns them into rampaging phsycopaths." Trenholme cut in, "Hence a lot of the legends on your earth. Most vampires, even the crooks wouldn't touch it, but there's always the occasional nutter."<br><br>&nbsp;The craft was slowing down, and sliding into a large concrete hangar. There were armoured guards, that didn't look quite the right shape to be human, and a number of similar craft to their's being serviced. Trenholme looked out of the window and smiled. "Ah yes... there's the reason I mentioned vampires in detail. The deputy chief inspector is one and she's here to meet you."<br><br>&nbsp;"The call her the countess...." Whispered Sparkle, "Be warned though.. all that stuff about vampiric charisma? Completely true."<br><br>&nbsp;The craft came to a stop and the door opened, Trenholme gestured for Carmen to exit, "Visitors first. It's protocol.. and vampires are very strict on protcol..."<br><br>&nbsp;"To be honest, I think it's just her." Whispered Sparkle.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Strange Job offer... </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>19-03-2018, 05:39:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Note to self: Don't arm wrestle orcs, out draw elves, or do either to vampires... Got it." Carmen murmured to herself. "And stay a little suspicious when faeries are around." She shot Sparkle a look of exaggerated suspicion with narrowed eyes and pursed lips, then unbuckled and stood up.<br><br>"Right into the deep end huh? Alright, well I suppose there's no time like the present." Carmen patted herself down to make sure nothing had slipped out of her pockets, then stepped out of the hatch and into the hangar. She shot a glance at the guards, trying to get a gauge of what kind of gear they were carrying before 'the countess' absorbed all her attention.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Strange Job offer... </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorcha</strong> on <strong>26-03-2018, 01:06:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;Sparkle giggled at Carmen's look, then stuck out her tongue at the young policewoman. <br><br>&nbsp; The guards were all dressed in body armour, with standard helmets that covered their faces. Most were human... or human ish. It was hard to tell. Some short squat ones could only be dwarves, one large one had cut outs in it's helmet to allow horns to stick our and strangely hinged legs, obviously a minotaur. And one was... at least nine feet tall with arms that seemed to reach past it's knee's. Probably a troll... even with the covering armour it looked ugly. <br><br>&nbsp;The 'Countess' did not. She was undeniably beautiful, with her raven hair, porcelain skin and crimson lips. The only hints she wasn't human were the red irises of her eyes, and a certain set of her body. She was in uniform, although it had a faint air of the dominatrix about it. Sure the skirt was regulation length, and her blouse and jacket fitted well... too well almost. But the gloves, the high boots, the fishnet stockings gave her a certain 'after dark' edge that fitted a glamorous vampire. <br><br>&nbsp;Her attitude when she spoke was a little of the dominatrix or perhaps a head mistress. "Welcome Miss Meinhart, and welcome to the city. I trust everything has been explained to your satisfaction?"<br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Strange Job offer... </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>30-03-2018, 04:46:06</strong>
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				"Um, well enough I guess." Carmen blushed a bit, caught off guard by the deputy chief's risque appearance, even with the warning. She glanced away quickly, rubbing the back of her neck. "I mean, I've always been a 'learn by doing' kind of gal, so I figure things will make more sense once I get into it. Oh, I wasn't told to pack anything, so I'm assuming that, uh, 'the department' or whatever will be providing the basics?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Strange Job offer... </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorcha</strong> on <strong>01-04-2018, 12:24:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;"Learn by doing?" The countess voice was almost a drawl, "And yes... you'll get a uniform and one of your colleagues will take you shopping. You will be sharing an apartment with them."<br><br>&nbsp;"Follow me." The countess turned on her heel, showing an elegant rear, perfectly displayed in her uniform skirt, "Tell me Miss Meinhart, any preference for your starting area? Traffic? Vice? Foot patrol? And... since you're from 'earth' any preferences over to who will partner you first? Race or gender we can be fairly flexible with. We aim to be accommodating until you've learned the ropes."<br><br>&nbsp;Even as she was asking all this, she was leading a surprisingly brisk pace away from the hangar and up the stairs, her heel's clicking loudly on the floor. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Strange Job offer... </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>14-04-2018, 20:18:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, ok. Usually I'd prefer to have my own place, but in this situation it'll probably be cool to have a roommate." Carmen followed after the countess as instructed, trying to pay attention to what she was saying while still taking in all the unfamiliar sights.<br><br>"Uhh... Foot patrol? I definitely don't want to start on vice. I don't know if I would be ready to take on a big city vice job back on Earth. I'm definitely not ready to find out what kind of weird stuff happens <em>here</em>. But I still want to get out and get some experience, you know? So foot patrol sounds good."<br><br>She was quiet for a bit while she mulled over the partner question. She assumed that the colleague she would be sharing her apartment with would be her partner, and sharing a living space with an unfamiliar man wasn't really that appealing... <em>But what if he's like, super hot and charming?</em> She shook off the errant thought. <em>Just because you're not in the sticks anymore doesn't mean it's time to just start slutting it up. Geez.</em><br><br>And race? She hardly knew anything about anything here. With all these super-humanly strong people around, it would be nice if her partner had some muscle to match it, but like, what if orcs or trolls or whatever were like... super gross or something? Still... better to have to deal with otherworldly B.O. than have to deal with the real life version of the incredible hulk with tinkerbell as her only backup. A vampire might actually be a good balance, but with the way human blood supposedly affected them, it just seemed like a disaster waiting to happen for a human to cohabitate with one.<br><br>"Hummm..." Carmen rubbed the back of her neck. "Gee, I still know so little about everything here it's hard for me to really have a preference. I guess maybe someone who can make up for my... lack of like, superpowers? I mean, I know it's not really like that, but that's kind of how it feels from what I've seen. Probably no vampires, no offense, but I've heard that human blood has some weird effects on them and that seems like an unnecessary risk. Sorry if I'm being ignorant..." She blushed. <br><br>"But yea, other than that, I would trust your judgement more than mine on that..." Carmen shrugged.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Strange Job offer... </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorcha</strong> on <strong>25-04-2018, 01:18:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;"We find that a roomate with some experience of the world, but still from outside tends to make the best companion. Someone who has been through it themselves so to speak." The Countess continued to walk away, hips swaying. "I hear from the Captain, that you're from the countryside? Perhaps someone more at home with the less urban environment would be best for you..."<br><br>&nbsp;The countess seemed to be deciding Carmen's fate, without much input from Carmen herself. "Is that how you see it? Superpowers? Dear child if you ever tell me what superpowers a goblin has do tell me... and smelling foul does not count."<br><br>&nbsp;She paused at a door, larger than Carmen would expect inside a building, and paused allowing the sound of a busy room to seep through, before sighing and elegantly bending over to pick up a large white feather. "Ah... Sarah seems to be shedding again. Take it please?"<br><br>&nbsp;She holds the elegant feather at arms length and it seems to sparkle, "Don't worry if you're not a demon or undead it's quite safe... now, go through the door and ask for John, he's our computer technician. Tell him, I'm partnering you with Halla."<br><br>&nbsp;The countess turned and walked away leaving Carmen alone outside the door. as she reached another door she turned, and gave an elegant salute, "And welcome to the city child."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Strange Job offer... </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>07-05-2018, 04:24:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well... Goblins aren't really what I'm worried about in..." Carmen trailed off as the Countess held out the feather. It... it was <em>so</em> pretty. Carmen stared at it, awestruck for a moment, before taking it as she was asked. Carmen held the feather delicately, as though she was afraid someone would come by to reprimand her for holding something so precious at any moment. <br><br>"I, uh, yes. Halla. Thanks!" She called after the Countess as she departed, scrambling to return her salute without mussing the feather.<br><br>She took a moment to look around, then stare at the feather again for a moment, before heading in to talk to this 'John' guy. Carmen wondered if he was human, or if he would be something else. John was a pretty normal name, but she had a feeling that this place was <em>far</em> from being out of surprises.<br><br>"Um, John? Hi, my name's Carmen. The Cou~ uh, the Deputy Chief said I was going to be partnered with Halla?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Strange Job offer... </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorcha</strong> on <strong>08-05-2018, 00:54:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;Walking into the room was like walking into a busy police office from the movies. People at desks, a drunk tank with a couple of hookers in it, a weary police officer interviewing a suspect, two cops eating donuts... <br>But the hookers looked to be succubi, the suspect was green and about 3ft tall, and the cops eating donuts were a dwarf and what looked like a minotaur.<br><br>&nbsp;There was a guy behind a bank of computer screens... he was big, very big... and ugly, very very ugly. His nose was large and bulbous, his eyes small and black, magnified slightly by a pair of glasses which looked ridicoulously small on his huge mishappen face, and his skin was the colour of stone. Or possibly actually stone, because... well he was probably a troll. <br><br>&nbsp;"Yes?" He said in a deep but surprisingly soft voice, "Ah.. umph... a new recruit... umph..."<br><br>&nbsp;He looked her up and down, then caught the shimmering feather in her hand, "Ah... humph, Sarah's feather? Have you met her...."<br><br>&nbsp;There was a far away look in his stoney face for a moment, before he looked back at her and smiled, "I am.. humph... so lucky to have a.. humph.. girlfriend like her!"<br><br>&nbsp;"Now.. Halla? Hmm... ah yes... humph..." He picked up an old style phone receiver gently between thumb and forefinger and pressed the buttons on a reinforced keypad. "Hmmph... I want Halla. Humph? She's needed in the office.. humph... new partner for her... humph..."<br><br>&nbsp;There was a pause and he hung up the phone. "Just head to... humph... the big double doors... humph... near the tank Carmen. Humph... she'll meet you there..."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Strange Job offer... </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>14-05-2018, 05:29:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				And so it turned out that John was not in fact human, despite his very normal name. Was that the name he was born with, or had he taken that name for convenience? Carmen didn't feel like it was a good time to ask. "O-oh, your girlfriend? No, I haven't met her. It was just on the floor over there..." She looked around for a moment, unsure of what to do, then put the feather down on John's desk. <br><br>"Thanks John, I'll head over there now I guess." Carmen shrugged and made her way over to meet Halla.<br><br>"I wonder what <em>she's</em> like..." She mumbled to herself, more curious than worried at this point.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Strange Job offer... </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorcha</strong> on <strong>07-06-2018, 01:09:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;Her last sight of the troll was him holding the feather between two of his massive fingers and twirling it slowly a happy, dreamy look on his face. <br><br>&nbsp;The route to the doors took her past the tank where a succubus hooker tried to catch her eye, pushing her breasts against the bar and winking, "I do girls for half price sweetie..." she called as Carmen continued past her. <br><br>&nbsp;The doors were... surprisingly tall. Or maybe not so surprising given where she was. Still it was strange to stand beside them... and wonder why there were three stone steps standing out of the floor. <br><br>&nbsp;The door next to her opened to the sound of hoofbeats and a small muffled swear, "This thing sticks worse everytime..."<br><br>&nbsp;"Aww take it easy Halla, maybe you're just getting weaker!" Said a male voice. <br><br>&nbsp;Halla swore again a little louder and the door became unstuck and she walked into the room. Her top half was an attractive pale skinned woman wearing a uniform with a stab vest, her long black hair tied in a pony tail. Her bottom half was a... horse... <br><br>&nbsp;She looked down at Carmen, "Can I help you?" <br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Strange Job offer... </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>13-06-2018, 05:05:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, huh..." Carmen took a moment to process what she was seeing. She'd thought maybe it was one of the minotaurs or something when she heard hooves, but the voice had been higher than she might have expected based on their size, and... Well there it was, a centaur. She blushed, abruptly realizing she was staring. <br><br>"Oh, sorry! My name's Carmen. I'm your new partner!" She held out her hand for a handshake.<br><br>"And sorry in advance if I'm a little awkward, I'm new to the city and I'm still getting used to all the different kinds of people..." She shrugged sheepishly.
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