[NorthernBard & TheDragonMoon]

NorthernBard

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@NorthernBard and @TheDragonMoon


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Michael toyed with his phone where he sat. It was an idle, unconscious movement of his fingers turning the slim silver rectangle over and under. He was seating in one of those police interrogation rooms where they interview witnesses of crimes to get their side of the story. The room contained him, the chair he sat on and its twin, along with the wide table on which he rested his forearms.


He touched the screen on the phone and watched it spring to life. Fifteen minutes had passed since he'd last checked. Michael gave a little sigh of resignation and tucked his phone away, wondering when the cop who'd left him in there would return. They'd already begun the interview, and Michael had told them everything they were willing to believe and more.


The thing that had killed the poor woman, it hadn't been human. But it hadn't been any kind of animal Michael had ever seen, even if the wounds had looked like some sort of viscous dog attack. That monster hadn't been any kind of dog Michael had ever seen.
 
Maya had been having a tough day so far. First, she had to stop a vampire gang. Now, a regular human apparently witnessed a werewolf attacking a poor homeless person. She stood a little ways away from the interview room. Now nobody knew what to do with him, he probably told all the information he knew, but he was insisting that the criminal was a monster. Why couldn't he just think it was a fragment of his imagination? Sometimes, humans were so difficult.


Her co-worker interrupted her thoughts,"Are you sure he won't buy into the idea that it was just a dog?"


She snapped,"Yes! He's very persistent. I say, we should have somebody wipe his memory of the event. Isn't Elsie pretty good at doing that?"


He gulped,"Well, if you're sure you want to do that, then go ahead."


Wiping somebody's memory was tricking business, and avoided if possible. If you did the process for the wrong amount of time, the person's mind could forget large periods of their life. In severe causes, it caused brain damage.


She nodded,"Call her down."


Elsie is a witch, a fairly advanced one too. Some humans were born with a rare gift to manipulate magic. Magic is a very unknown region of the supernatural world, not many people can use it, and the people that can don't really understand it either. If you were born with the gift of magic, you specialized in one region. For example, Elsie specialized in using mind magic. Maya was very intrigued by magic, and hoped to know more about magic and how it actually works, one of these days.


Elsie arrived a few moments later. "Come on, he's probably getting tired of waiting." Maya said impatiently as she approached her. Together, they went back into the room where Michael was.


Maya cleared her throat,"This is my assistant, Elsie. She wants to talk to you. After that, you'll probably be free to go. Sorry for taking so long."


Maya let Elsie sit down, and Maya stayed standing. Elsie needed to focus as she did the process. Maya felt a twinge of guilt for doing such a risky action. She really couldn't see any other way though.
 
Michael nodded at the introduction of Elsie as he tucked his phone away.


"Alright," he began, clasping his hands in front of him again. He looked up at Maya for a brief moment before turning his attention on Elsie where she sat across from him. That quicker he got through with this the quicker he could go home.


"What do you need to talk to me about?" He continued as Elsie reached the very end of the preparations for the mind wipe.


"Your hands, hold them out." Elsie replied sharply. Michael paused and raised an eyebrow.


"Alright," he said unsure of what his hands had to do with the murder he'd seen. Though he still held out his hands. Elsie grasped them in a vice-like grip and Michael drew in a sharp, slightly pained, breath.


"A little tight," he muttered, opening his mouth to continue but was cut short by a painful burning in his hands. Elsie yelped and released his hands as Michael yanked his back as well. The witch pulled her burned hands in close to her chest and Michael shook his head, not believing what he'd just seen.


"Wizard," Elise said, mildly stunned. "He's a wizard Maya."


"Wizard? Like pointy hat and beard, Gandalf the grey kind of wizard? No I'm not a wizard..." Michael denied, but the evidence was right there in Elsie's burned hands and the quick burst of fire he'd see come from his own hands a moment ago.


So maybe Elsie was right.
 
A wizard! Maya was shocked, and also annoyed at herself for not noticing earlier. Now, she had to explain to him all about the supernatural world. That should be fun. She gestured Elsie out of the room, then took a seat on the semi-uncomfortable chair. It was amusing how all the humans made up these absurd myths. Some was was true, while others was complete bullsh*t.


She sighed,"Yes, you are Michael. In the supernatural world we don't know that much about wizards or magic, but before going on about the witchcraft and such, I'm going to start with the basics."


She paused for a moment, thinking about what she should say, then continued,"You know the police right? Well, there's also another part to the police, which is this division. It's for all the supernatural related crimes. Yes, the supernatural. There are vampires, werewolves, wizards, fairies, demons, you name it; it probably exists. Some of the myths about the creatures are wrong, for example vampires being killed by garlic; that is false. If you join us, we can get into the specifics. A lot of us that work here are supernatural creatures themselves. I'm a vampire. Now, you're a wizard. Wizards have a specific type of magic they can cast. Elsie's is mind magic. I'm not sure what yours is yet. Other than the type of magic they can cast, they can cast basic spells from other types, but only the advanced wizards/witches can, and it's very energy consuming. Now that I've told you the gist of things, you can ask more exact questions, alright?"
 
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((Apologizes for taking so long. The week was busy for me.))


Michael stays silent for a long while, his face staying mostly calm despite his raging emotions. He was first confused; then annoyed that someone would try and pull some sort of prank this foolish on him. It had to be a prank. Magics and the supernatural weren't real, couldn't be real. But there'd been that... thing a few hours ago in that alley that couldn't be real.


"So that... thing I saw. It was, a werewolf or some sort of monster?" Michael asked, his face settling on an expression made half of confusion and half of enlightenment. Things were beginning to make sense again, but closing door just opened others. Michael had a feeling thing was going to be one of those very long nights.
 
(Don't worry about it. I have busy weeks too.)


She nodded, confirming his thoughts. "Yes, the monster you saw was a werewolf, a quite powerful one too. You were lucky to escape unscathed. Only a few werewolves work here, as they're unpredictable and tend to snap mentally." Maya was still trying to get over the fact that Micheal is a wizard. She tried to relax herself some more. This could take a while. Luckily, since she was a vampire she hardly got sleepy.
 
Michael took a breath and nodded, still trying to wrap his head around all of this. He'd been told everything from fantasy was real, and it was terrifying.


"So now you're going to go find the werewolf and..." he paused for a moment, unsure of what to say next. "um, do whatever it is you do here..." He finished, not daring to make an assumption about anything now. Look where assuming the supernatural didn't exist had gotten him.


((Apologizes for, again, taking forever to reply. The work week has gotten busy for me and I may not be able to reply often during it.))
 
(It's alright)


Maya gave a dark little chuckle to what Michael had said. Most criminal monsters were put to death. She didn't know how pure Micheal was, but these things had to be done. Of course, some changed their ways and actually help the force. Sometimes they could contain the monsters in cells, other times they weren't as willing.


"Honestly, most of the time we just hunt them down and kill them. If we can contain them, we will, but most don't cooperate," she spoke, quicker than usual.
 
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