May 05, 2011 08:48
[ After a month of radio communicator silence, it looks like someone has something has something to say. After turning the communicator on, he leans back -- apparently having propped it up -- sitting relaxed behind a desk, legs crossed and fingers lacing. ]
Terribly sorry if I've been remiss. Things have been busy... Questions to answer, settling in to do, I'm sure you all understand.
As more formal introduction: my name is Arthur E. Nigma, Private Investigator. A detective, in short. I feel it's past time I offered the city my services. To that end, if anyone has a mystery worth looking into, my office is located at the edge of the city nearest to the forest. And I can, of course, always be reached over the network.
Riddle me this: To unravel me you need a simple key. No key that was made by locksmith’s hand, but a key that only I will understand.
[ One of the office windows is open, and at this point, a crow lands on the ledge. Nigma glances over, then reaches forward to turn the video feed off. ]
[au] arthur e. nigma