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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.
It was currently noon, and several officers of the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department had gathered together into a loose circle for a lunch and smoke break. They clung close to the wall, hiding as much as they could from the heat of the midday sun in the short shadow cast by the building. However, the scrap of shade did little to mitigate the heat that had fully saturated the air. If it wasn't for the fact that there was no smoking allowed inside the building, it was doubtful that anything could have dragged them away from the comfort of the precinct's air conditioned interior.
As the group bantered back and forth, smoke loosely floating around them, their eyes occasionally drifted towards the only other person braving Nevada's midday heat. It was obvious from the tilt of their shoulders and the rapid shifts of their eyes that the entire group was desperately afraid of being caught staring, but also couldn't help but watch, like a group of teenagers peeping on a girl. After all, everyone in the precinct knew that the plainly dressed young man before them was a member of the Supernatural Bureau. With a combination of the news reports that spread across the world whenever the SB agents had to step out to deal with a situation, and the wild rumors that spread like wildfire after every Event, even the most hardened of officers couldn't help but look at that apparently young man with a mixture of both respect and fear, let alone this group of off-duty patrol officers.
However, the stares of the officers seemed to have as little impact on the man as the rays of the sun. He calmly lounged on the picnic table as though he wasn't sitting directly under the sun in almost 110 degree weather, peeling the saran wrap off a sandwich with quick movements of his delicate fingers. One foot tapped slowly on the ground, following a beat no one else could hear.
Of course, Raphe could feel their eyes on him every time they glanced over, like small shivers running across his skin. Figuring out when you were being looked at, even if it didn't seem like anything was there, was an essential quality for any SB agent who wanted to keep his guts inside his body where they belonged. But, with such a blatant source of observation, Raphe didn't let their glances bother him in the least. Instead, he ate his sandwich with slow relish, eyes half closed as though he was enjoying some exotic delicacy.
Of course, the very fact that he was able to sit down and slowly enjoy his lunch could be considered 'exotic' for Raphe. As one of the most senior agents of the Supernatural Bureau, whenever Raphe was called in for a case it meant that no one was going to be getting any sleep, let alone the time to slowly sit down and enjoy a meal. He'd just come from Phoenix, Arizona, where something had crawled down into the city's plumbing, causing the city's entire water reserves to simply disappear. The city's population had been plunged into an immediate and deadly water crisis, and the SB had brought its finest hands on deck to resolve the matter as quickly as possible, lest whatever was gobbling up the water spread beyond the confines of the city.
And resolved quickly it was, due in no small part to Raphe's ability to track the mana fluctuations that covered the city back to their source. However, rather than staying behind to help with detoxing the city from the mana, or letting himself get dragged to SB headquarters in New Mexico, Raphe had immediately snagged the closest Potential Supernatural Event report to Phoenix, and shipped himself off to Las Vegas for a well-earned "vacation".
The PSE had been submitted by the Las Vegas police only because the missing person's case originated from a hotel that had seen an Event twenty-five years ago. It was obvious to everyone involved, including the local police force, that the chances that the missing child having anything to do with a new Event was basically none. But they'd followed standard protocol and sent in a report anyways, only to be left flabbergasted when Raphe showed up on their metaphorical doorstep. Raphe had done his due diligence as well, visiting the hotel where the kid had vanished without a trace in order to search for any mana fluctuations. Unsurprisingly, he'd found exactly none. Satisfied with his efforts, Raphe then settled himself in at the local precinct, politely ignoring the requests of various case officers that he return to headquarters to help out with securing and containing the crystal beetle they'd found in the depths of Phoenix's sewers. Raphe knew full well that they could handle it themselves, and were simply looking for someone they could push the work onto.
And so, given a wide berth by the various officers at the precinct, Raphe settled in to enjoy his "vacation" until he was called in to deal with something he knew others actually couldn't handle.
However, his attitude changed quite suddenly when he felt a shiver run up his spine, very different from the sensation of the officer's eyes on his back. Raphe knew the feeling far too well. It was his inherent reaction whenever he ran into the subtle traces of mana fluctuation, so faint that even the SB's most precise measurement tools couldn't get a reading on it. Raphe's head snapped around automatically, causing the smoking officers to freeze in mid-conversation. Abandoning his half-eaten sandwich on the table, Raphe stood up and strode back into the building, his eyes quickly flicking around the lobby. A second later, and his eyes skated over a dark haired man wearing sunglasses and a floral Hawaiian shirt, and another shiver ran up his back.
Far more covert than the group of officers who had been standing outside, Raphe calmly walked across the lobby while keeping the man's colorful shirt in the corner of his eye. A moment later, and he settled in front of a stack of paperwork on a nearby counter, quickly and comfortably picking them up and beginning to sort through them. With his head bent and eyes forward, it seemed impossible for him to be watching anything other than the papers in front of him. However, his attention never left the man in the floral shirt, and despite his apparent calm he remained tense and ready to act at any moment. Mana fluctuations never indicated anything good, and if the man made any wrong move, Raphe was prepared to lock him down in an instant.
Still sorting through the papers, Raphe, watched, listened, and waited.
As the group bantered back and forth, smoke loosely floating around them, their eyes occasionally drifted towards the only other person braving Nevada's midday heat. It was obvious from the tilt of their shoulders and the rapid shifts of their eyes that the entire group was desperately afraid of being caught staring, but also couldn't help but watch, like a group of teenagers peeping on a girl. After all, everyone in the precinct knew that the plainly dressed young man before them was a member of the Supernatural Bureau. With a combination of the news reports that spread across the world whenever the SB agents had to step out to deal with a situation, and the wild rumors that spread like wildfire after every Event, even the most hardened of officers couldn't help but look at that apparently young man with a mixture of both respect and fear, let alone this group of off-duty patrol officers.
However, the stares of the officers seemed to have as little impact on the man as the rays of the sun. He calmly lounged on the picnic table as though he wasn't sitting directly under the sun in almost 110 degree weather, peeling the saran wrap off a sandwich with quick movements of his delicate fingers. One foot tapped slowly on the ground, following a beat no one else could hear.
Of course, Raphe could feel their eyes on him every time they glanced over, like small shivers running across his skin. Figuring out when you were being looked at, even if it didn't seem like anything was there, was an essential quality for any SB agent who wanted to keep his guts inside his body where they belonged. But, with such a blatant source of observation, Raphe didn't let their glances bother him in the least. Instead, he ate his sandwich with slow relish, eyes half closed as though he was enjoying some exotic delicacy.
Of course, the very fact that he was able to sit down and slowly enjoy his lunch could be considered 'exotic' for Raphe. As one of the most senior agents of the Supernatural Bureau, whenever Raphe was called in for a case it meant that no one was going to be getting any sleep, let alone the time to slowly sit down and enjoy a meal. He'd just come from Phoenix, Arizona, where something had crawled down into the city's plumbing, causing the city's entire water reserves to simply disappear. The city's population had been plunged into an immediate and deadly water crisis, and the SB had brought its finest hands on deck to resolve the matter as quickly as possible, lest whatever was gobbling up the water spread beyond the confines of the city.
And resolved quickly it was, due in no small part to Raphe's ability to track the mana fluctuations that covered the city back to their source. However, rather than staying behind to help with detoxing the city from the mana, or letting himself get dragged to SB headquarters in New Mexico, Raphe had immediately snagged the closest Potential Supernatural Event report to Phoenix, and shipped himself off to Las Vegas for a well-earned "vacation".
The PSE had been submitted by the Las Vegas police only because the missing person's case originated from a hotel that had seen an Event twenty-five years ago. It was obvious to everyone involved, including the local police force, that the chances that the missing child having anything to do with a new Event was basically none. But they'd followed standard protocol and sent in a report anyways, only to be left flabbergasted when Raphe showed up on their metaphorical doorstep. Raphe had done his due diligence as well, visiting the hotel where the kid had vanished without a trace in order to search for any mana fluctuations. Unsurprisingly, he'd found exactly none. Satisfied with his efforts, Raphe then settled himself in at the local precinct, politely ignoring the requests of various case officers that he return to headquarters to help out with securing and containing the crystal beetle they'd found in the depths of Phoenix's sewers. Raphe knew full well that they could handle it themselves, and were simply looking for someone they could push the work onto.
And so, given a wide berth by the various officers at the precinct, Raphe settled in to enjoy his "vacation" until he was called in to deal with something he knew others actually couldn't handle.
However, his attitude changed quite suddenly when he felt a shiver run up his spine, very different from the sensation of the officer's eyes on his back. Raphe knew the feeling far too well. It was his inherent reaction whenever he ran into the subtle traces of mana fluctuation, so faint that even the SB's most precise measurement tools couldn't get a reading on it. Raphe's head snapped around automatically, causing the smoking officers to freeze in mid-conversation. Abandoning his half-eaten sandwich on the table, Raphe stood up and strode back into the building, his eyes quickly flicking around the lobby. A second later, and his eyes skated over a dark haired man wearing sunglasses and a floral Hawaiian shirt, and another shiver ran up his back.
Far more covert than the group of officers who had been standing outside, Raphe calmly walked across the lobby while keeping the man's colorful shirt in the corner of his eye. A moment later, and he settled in front of a stack of paperwork on a nearby counter, quickly and comfortably picking them up and beginning to sort through them. With his head bent and eyes forward, it seemed impossible for him to be watching anything other than the papers in front of him. However, his attention never left the man in the floral shirt, and despite his apparent calm he remained tense and ready to act at any moment. Mana fluctuations never indicated anything good, and if the man made any wrong move, Raphe was prepared to lock him down in an instant.
Still sorting through the papers, Raphe, watched, listened, and waited.
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