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- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
...these copy-cat crimes were initially hidden by the police and the city mayor's office. It was only after the fourth murder that this information was leaked to the press, leading to widespread outrage and concern among the public.
The police urge citizens to remain calm, promising that they have already launched a massive investigation into the murders, with all available resources dedicated to finding the perpetrator or perpetrators. A call line has already been set in place, with an up to $20,000 reward for anyone who can provide information that leads to the capture of the criminal.
While the police investigate these cases to determine if there is a link between the original crimes and the copy-cat murders, the mayor's office also urges he supernatural community to come forward with any information they may have about the crimes.
The first victim, a a middle-aged man found completely drained of blood in a back alley of the French Quarter…
The sound of the news reporter on the TV was momentarily drowned out as blinds clattered against the glass window of the office room door. A young-looking djinn pushed their way into the office, slightly slouched, plain clothes draped messily over their lean form. Jazaa scanned casually around the room, before strolling towards the only other occupant of the room. "Why are you listening to that nonsense, chief? You know every detail of these cases."
Chief Olivia Rodriguez turned towards Jazaa with a wry smile. "It's important to keep up with the news, Jazaa. Besides, sometimes it's good to have a reminder of why we're working so hard to solve these cases." She motioned towards the chair across from her desk. "Have a seat."
With a faint, noncommittal hum, Jazaa crossed the room before settling back into the slightly-too-hard chair across from Chief Rodriguez. Toning out the continued drone of the TV, Jazaa fiddled with one thumb with the other hand, momentarily the perfect picture of an obedient student. "So why did you call me here, Chief? I'm supposed to be on the streets already. You know, asking questions. Catching bad guys. All hands on deck."
Chief Rodriguez leaned forward, her elbows on the desk, and clasped her hands together. "Yes, I'm aware of your duties," she said, faintly exasperated. "And that's exactly why you're here. I have a new partner for you to work with on the copy-cat crimes." She slid a folder across the desk to Jazaa. "Meet Sergeant Millicent Cooper. She's in training for the detective department, but she's shown a lot of promise."
"A partner?" Jazaa went from lazy to the edge of their seat in a half second, eyes wide with an expression of disbelief. Completely ignoring the folder with details about this new 'partner', Jazaa immediately switched to protest mode. "Chief, I've never... I don't…" Fumbling over the words slightly, Jazaa paused for a half second, before continuing onward with greater calm.
"You know I work best alone. I'm going to be headed deep into supernatural territory. Bringing anyone along, especially a new detective. That's risky."
"You work best alone?" Olivia raised one brow, casting a look that caused the djinn to quail slightly in their seat.
"Jazaa, you know as well as I do that you've broken the rules before. I'm not going to go into detail, but we need to make sure this case is handled by the book."
"By the book..." Jazaa repeated numbly. "My methods work—work well—and your biggest concern is that we play by the book?"
Chief Rodriguez leaned forward slightly, the look on her face becoming more severe. "They work only so long as you don't go barging into a building without a warrant and render a critical piece of evidence inadmissible in court! This isn't the 20th century anymore, Jazaa, let alone the 1600's. Favors can only get you so far." She leaned forward, her expression stern. "You've crossed the line before, and I'm not willing to risk it happening on such a critical case. That's why I'm assigning you to work with Sergeant Cooper. She's good at what she does, and she knows how to follow the rules. I trust that she'll keep you in check."
Jazaa's brow wrinkled for a second, only for it to be followed with a derisive chuckle a second later. "Right." Reaching out, Jazaa picked up the temporarily forgotten folder, thumbing through the information about this soon-to-be partner. "Fine. You can trust me, Chief. I'll go find this... Sergeant Cooper. We'll play it nice and safe. I promise."
Rules only mattered if there was someone to catch you breaking them.
The police urge citizens to remain calm, promising that they have already launched a massive investigation into the murders, with all available resources dedicated to finding the perpetrator or perpetrators. A call line has already been set in place, with an up to $20,000 reward for anyone who can provide information that leads to the capture of the criminal.
While the police investigate these cases to determine if there is a link between the original crimes and the copy-cat murders, the mayor's office also urges he supernatural community to come forward with any information they may have about the crimes.
The first victim, a a middle-aged man found completely drained of blood in a back alley of the French Quarter…
The sound of the news reporter on the TV was momentarily drowned out as blinds clattered against the glass window of the office room door. A young-looking djinn pushed their way into the office, slightly slouched, plain clothes draped messily over their lean form. Jazaa scanned casually around the room, before strolling towards the only other occupant of the room. "Why are you listening to that nonsense, chief? You know every detail of these cases."
Chief Olivia Rodriguez turned towards Jazaa with a wry smile. "It's important to keep up with the news, Jazaa. Besides, sometimes it's good to have a reminder of why we're working so hard to solve these cases." She motioned towards the chair across from her desk. "Have a seat."
With a faint, noncommittal hum, Jazaa crossed the room before settling back into the slightly-too-hard chair across from Chief Rodriguez. Toning out the continued drone of the TV, Jazaa fiddled with one thumb with the other hand, momentarily the perfect picture of an obedient student. "So why did you call me here, Chief? I'm supposed to be on the streets already. You know, asking questions. Catching bad guys. All hands on deck."
Chief Rodriguez leaned forward, her elbows on the desk, and clasped her hands together. "Yes, I'm aware of your duties," she said, faintly exasperated. "And that's exactly why you're here. I have a new partner for you to work with on the copy-cat crimes." She slid a folder across the desk to Jazaa. "Meet Sergeant Millicent Cooper. She's in training for the detective department, but she's shown a lot of promise."
"A partner?" Jazaa went from lazy to the edge of their seat in a half second, eyes wide with an expression of disbelief. Completely ignoring the folder with details about this new 'partner', Jazaa immediately switched to protest mode. "Chief, I've never... I don't…" Fumbling over the words slightly, Jazaa paused for a half second, before continuing onward with greater calm.
"You know I work best alone. I'm going to be headed deep into supernatural territory. Bringing anyone along, especially a new detective. That's risky."
"You work best alone?" Olivia raised one brow, casting a look that caused the djinn to quail slightly in their seat.
"Jazaa, you know as well as I do that you've broken the rules before. I'm not going to go into detail, but we need to make sure this case is handled by the book."
"By the book..." Jazaa repeated numbly. "My methods work—work well—and your biggest concern is that we play by the book?"
Chief Rodriguez leaned forward slightly, the look on her face becoming more severe. "They work only so long as you don't go barging into a building without a warrant and render a critical piece of evidence inadmissible in court! This isn't the 20th century anymore, Jazaa, let alone the 1600's. Favors can only get you so far." She leaned forward, her expression stern. "You've crossed the line before, and I'm not willing to risk it happening on such a critical case. That's why I'm assigning you to work with Sergeant Cooper. She's good at what she does, and she knows how to follow the rules. I trust that she'll keep you in check."
Jazaa's brow wrinkled for a second, only for it to be followed with a derisive chuckle a second later. "Right." Reaching out, Jazaa picked up the temporarily forgotten folder, thumbing through the information about this soon-to-be partner. "Fine. You can trust me, Chief. I'll go find this... Sergeant Cooper. We'll play it nice and safe. I promise."
Rules only mattered if there was someone to catch you breaking them.