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Eh, random Deadwalk extract from the original side of it. This is part of the Ardley Bros. Detective Agency... I'd like to say prompt table but I haven't really got one for it.
Um. So it's Neil and Eric Ardley, Eric being the eldest brother, and the agency they run together with their uncle, Alex, only operates as one of many in the city of Deadwalk. They don't normally deal with the supernatural, only this being the city it is, it's not uncommon to find them being asked to look for certain objects of an arcane nature and recover them, which is the uncle's speciality.
Anyway. Within this canon, there'll be references to various fandoms I'm writing in the 'verse anyway - Cloud & Zack's delivery company, Tifa's bar, Vergil & Dante, Sirius Black and Charlie Wong.
Warnings: Language, much of it.
legwork.'>
They'd just finished a run of really bland jobs, the usual help-I-can't-find-my-dog/cat/mutated goldfish/boyfriend type that usually left both brothers exhausted, bored as hell and more often that not, not much in the way of actual profit > legwork.
Summer always brought an increase in jobs like this, which they split between them, or when it was just too fucking hot, downright refused them. It wasn't a big deal when you were one out of five offices in a three-block radius alone. It was practically a gesture of goodwill to the competitors.
Currently, Neil Ardley was trying to think of anything but the job just completed, a ring of fake arcane relic pushers taking thousands from people for amulets of bones from 'saints'. They tried not to get involved in the occult as it was, but it was hard to avoid completely in Deadwalk with the city being as fucked-up as it was. Especially of late, no thanks to that Leviath monster running around terrorising the whole godsdamn place. Everyone was looking for a piece, either protection or firepower, just wanting to even the rapidly rising odds against them.
The teen suppressed a sigh as he handed over the change for the ice cream rapidly melting in his hand despite the cooler evening breeze. Still, they'd see in the days to come whether or not it was time to pack their shit up and haul ass out of there before it got too dicey, although to be honest, Neil was heartily sick of moving around all the time, never able to settle in, and he was pretty sure Eric felt the same. Their uncle, Alex, for whom the business was just a sideline anyway, liked to remind them that there was a whole lot more out there than this shitty city, the world was their oyster, blah blah blah.
But there was still a case close to them that remained unsolved, which was the reason they'd taken up this stupid venture in the first place. Michael, their older brother, had been killed on the backstreets of Deadwalk, his body found in the Grotto, the cavern next to the city sewer entrances. It was a popular dumping ground for the excess from ritualistic sacrifice of the many different chapters/brotherhoods/sects in town, about 85% of all the flotsam from the River Lia ending up piled to the graffiti'd back wall of the place by the time City Hall got around to clearing it out.
The eldest Ardley brother had been found amongst the trash and debris of city life, with his organs completely removed, even his tongue, teeth and eyes. Even if it hadn't matched the M.O. of nearly every single one of that myriad of secret societies, there was no way the police, (little more than your average street weasels with a badge and cap), of this city were going to be able to do more than chalk it up to 'life as usual' and mark another notch on the 'ritual murder' board, leaving it up to Fate to decide whether or not the killer would come forward. Eric had barely been out of high school, with Neil about to start his sophomore year and the only other family they'd had was Alex, their dad having taken off a couple of years previously, right after their mother had.
Totally not the original extract I wrote at work. Still, I wrote something, gdi, and I've been staring at the last sentence I wrote here for about an hour now. Edits please?
Animanga bit for the day (trying to cut down, I swear it): ONE PIECE WTF. So unfuckingfair. I am distraught, I tell you.
Huh. I just noticed I got cut from a journal with no explanation why... plus when I go to ask about it, I've been banned from commenting in her journal? I can't even send a PM. -seriously confused- Bearing in mind, this is someone who I have made some effort to communicate with in the past, and although there was a dry spell for a while when I didn't update a lot, this surely shouldn't result in a banning?
Probably shouldn't bother me as much as it is, but I know it's going to for a while. Great. Good mood officially gone.
Um. So it's Neil and Eric Ardley, Eric being the eldest brother, and the agency they run together with their uncle, Alex, only operates as one of many in the city of Deadwalk. They don't normally deal with the supernatural, only this being the city it is, it's not uncommon to find them being asked to look for certain objects of an arcane nature and recover them, which is the uncle's speciality.
Anyway. Within this canon, there'll be references to various fandoms I'm writing in the 'verse anyway - Cloud & Zack's delivery company, Tifa's bar, Vergil & Dante, Sirius Black and Charlie Wong.
Warnings: Language, much of it.
legwork.'>
They'd just finished a run of really bland jobs, the usual help-I-can't-find-my-dog/cat/mutated goldfish/boyfriend type that usually left both brothers exhausted, bored as hell and more often that not, not much in the way of actual profit > legwork.
Summer always brought an increase in jobs like this, which they split between them, or when it was just too fucking hot, downright refused them. It wasn't a big deal when you were one out of five offices in a three-block radius alone. It was practically a gesture of goodwill to the competitors.
Currently, Neil Ardley was trying to think of anything but the job just completed, a ring of fake arcane relic pushers taking thousands from people for amulets of bones from 'saints'. They tried not to get involved in the occult as it was, but it was hard to avoid completely in Deadwalk with the city being as fucked-up as it was. Especially of late, no thanks to that Leviath monster running around terrorising the whole godsdamn place. Everyone was looking for a piece, either protection or firepower, just wanting to even the rapidly rising odds against them.
The teen suppressed a sigh as he handed over the change for the ice cream rapidly melting in his hand despite the cooler evening breeze. Still, they'd see in the days to come whether or not it was time to pack their shit up and haul ass out of there before it got too dicey, although to be honest, Neil was heartily sick of moving around all the time, never able to settle in, and he was pretty sure Eric felt the same. Their uncle, Alex, for whom the business was just a sideline anyway, liked to remind them that there was a whole lot more out there than this shitty city, the world was their oyster, blah blah blah.
But there was still a case close to them that remained unsolved, which was the reason they'd taken up this stupid venture in the first place. Michael, their older brother, had been killed on the backstreets of Deadwalk, his body found in the Grotto, the cavern next to the city sewer entrances. It was a popular dumping ground for the excess from ritualistic sacrifice of the many different chapters/brotherhoods/sects in town, about 85% of all the flotsam from the River Lia ending up piled to the graffiti'd back wall of the place by the time City Hall got around to clearing it out.
The eldest Ardley brother had been found amongst the trash and debris of city life, with his organs completely removed, even his tongue, teeth and eyes. Even if it hadn't matched the M.O. of nearly every single one of that myriad of secret societies, there was no way the police, (little more than your average street weasels with a badge and cap), of this city were going to be able to do more than chalk it up to 'life as usual' and mark another notch on the 'ritual murder' board, leaving it up to Fate to decide whether or not the killer would come forward. Eric had barely been out of high school, with Neil about to start his sophomore year and the only other family they'd had was Alex, their dad having taken off a couple of years previously, right after their mother had.
Totally not the original extract I wrote at work. Still, I wrote something, gdi, and I've been staring at the last sentence I wrote here for about an hour now. Edits please?
Animanga bit for the day (trying to cut down, I swear it): ONE PIECE WTF. So unfuckingfair. I am distraught, I tell you.
Huh. I just noticed I got cut from a journal with no explanation why... plus when I go to ask about it, I've been banned from commenting in her journal? I can't even send a PM. -seriously confused- Bearing in mind, this is someone who I have made some effort to communicate with in the past, and although there was a dry spell for a while when I didn't update a lot, this surely shouldn't result in a banning?
Probably shouldn't bother me as much as it is, but I know it's going to for a while. Great. Good mood officially gone.