Masquerade Enforcement Division-Bar Fight
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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I casually pulled open my duster coat just to show off by two guns. Standard practices to carry at least two guns, one loaded with the regular lead rounds for humans, the other loaded with special silver bullets for everything else. Gentlemen, what seems to be the problem here? I asked, allowed in my best calm, yet authoritative voice. I wanted to give the gathered crowd a sense of law and order to help calm the situation. I also wanted to give myself a sense of power and authority to distract from the fact that I was dealing with creatures that could easily snap me in half like a twig. Possibly one handed Maximo spoke up first. This uncooked badger has decided to drunkenly a cost me. I'm glad you're here. He hesitated a moment. The proper title would be enforcer. But given there were normal is in the crowd That wasn't in keeping with the masquerade. Detective Gray He settled on Finally, This struggled ICT is a public menace and I ask may demand his immediate removal post haste. Felix growled literally in anger. This here Jacob wannabe started it. He maximal interrupted him. Edwards, You illiterate Neanderthal. You would be Jacob. I know Jacob was the cool one. That's why you're a wannabe. You fancy pants face that makes no sense. You degenerate enough. I interrupted. Look, fellas, you got two options. Either you can both agree to leave peacefully right now, like pause denied them both, or I'll call some of my buddies and we could handle this down at the station. Miami division didn't really have a station per se, but there were a few friends I could call for help, like my sister. And we did have a way of locking away dangerous supernatural. I was hesitant to take anyone in. However, due to the measures necessary to contain supernatural creatures, the experience of being locked within a prison narrative is rather unsettling. I've been told both looked ready to yell some more, but then fell silent. They knew me well enough to know I didn't make idle threats. But they also knew I was the type to let the little things go. Maximo composed himself and then nodded slowly. I was ready to depart anyways. All right. I nodded approvingly