Understood. Thanks for giving it a shot, GMC.
Sorry it didn't work out.
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Felix rolls his eyes and says "Unless we have further leads on the boy's master's whereabouts, I says we file a report and continue our patrol. We can keep our eyes and ears open and perhaps we'll find something."
Well, when I said "I'm uncomfortable," you could have said "don't worry, I have plan. Ask me in character." I would have been very cool with that. You seem to be saying you don't want to do that now, but we've stopped at a perfect spot for it. Why don't we have that conversation in character now?
Well, first of all, I don't think any of us are here to reenact real life. I have enough of that in real life. Second, in my opinion, that's only rarely what happens and when it does, it makes the news. Third, respectfully, what you're missing is that it doesn't matter what her attitude was. Only the evidence matters. Officers are supposed to be professionals, not thugs with badges. So she got mouthy, so what? She didn't hide evidence (that we know of) or pick up a weapon or make threats beyond the very legal one of complaining to our superiors. She was aggravated and Evindyl responded by ratcheting up that aggravation. Why does she need any sort of a 'get out jail free card'? She's not done anything wrong that we know of. Other than annoy some cops.
Sure. I have no problems with good cop/bad cop, but that felt more like "Stormtroopers". We have zero evidence this person did anything wrong, other than a gut feeling. To me, good cop/bad cop is something you bring out when you know you have a perp or an uncooperative witness or whatever. Not just some angry woman who wants everyone the hell out of her shop. I just don't want us to be thugs. So, thank you for asking me to talk about it. On a closely related note, I hope I am -not- being a snowflake, here. One of those games where someone's too sensitive for the portrayal of a gruff or unlikable character. I hate that hyper-sensitive stuff. Which is why I said it made me uncomfortable rather than "don't do it." I just wanted to have a talk about what we all want out of this. Much as I would if I found myself in a game where other players wanted to portray evil characters. I have a feeling we may be saying the same thing, actually.
Is that the example you're proposing we follow in this game? 'Cause I have to tell you, I'm feeling uncomfortable with this.
As a criminal defense attorney, let me say that not helping the police is not obstruction. Being rude to the police or suggesting their mothers had unusual partners is also not obstruction. It's darn rude, but it's not obstruction. Lying to them is, of course. Of course, perhaps in Absalom, those things are illegal. Shrug.
"Evindyl," says Felix. "You've made your point. We need you outside." The gnome is not happy with the intimidation of the citizenry, but is trying to show solidarity with his fellow officer. Praise in public, criticize in private.
Sorry to hear it. Life is fragile. Hug your family and call your friends. You never know when it might be the last time. I know I do!
"Well of course we should. And we will!" says Felix, looking up at Agatha. "Come on, kid. What's your name, anyway? We'll go down to the station and you can make a statement. We'll look into this and see if anyone's seen or heard from your master. In the meantime you can't go invading people's shops. You let us handle this, alright?" Felix will talk to the kid and distract him while the team puts some distance between them and shop. He doesn't really trust the shopkeeper, but he knows they've got no evidence against her or reason to delay her any longer.
"And you haven't seen him in the last few days?" Felix asks the elven woman. Returning to the young boy, he asks "Where was he headed when he got off the boat? Did he have any appointments? Was he traveling to any particular place?"
"Where did you last see Master Kemeneles?" asks Felix. "Was it here?"
Hope you feel better, Agatha!
"And why do you think this lady is involved?" asks Felix, empathetically.
Felix believes one of the two must be lying and suspects it is the woman. He tries to read her body language for clues.
"Why don't you start at the beginning?" he says to the young man. "Tell us why you think she's taken your master."
Felix stands close beside Evindyl and waits to back him up.
Felix's mustache bristles. While listening to the woman and Agatha, he tries to peer into the shop.
As they continue their patrol, Felix does his best to look sharp and keep a sharp lookout. He wants the locals to trust in and feel some confidence in the new watch.
Felix wonders how goblins manage to get any customers at all, but keeps his mouth shut.
"Make a hole! Move! Move! City Watch! Move!"
Felix looks around for a way to aid his stronger companions to get the flaming barrel out the door.
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Felix looks around for something he can use to smother the fire. Sand or earth, preferably. NOT water.
Felix is quiet. Is this what I've gotten myself into? We will fracture like a sparrow's egg the first time we meet a delicate situation. Lady Kols, send us only dangerous belligerents, I pray you, so we can focus on them instead of each other.
Felix's knowledge of the area is entirely academic and not based on learned experience. He follows the route, eager to learn about his beat.
Felix is unhappy with this particular take on the law, but doesn't make a further point of arguing. He helps with the arrest and transportation.
"I think a night in the drunk tank is all these four need. They're not serious criminals." "Our job is to establish order, not roust every lowlife we encounter," says Felix. "We may need these very people, or others in this establishment, to help us on our next assignment. Shake them down like this and you lose the chance to work the streets. We need to strike a balance here. Maybe we should see if the proprietor wants to press charges. And that man with the bloody nose."
"Right," says Felix. "There's a fellow here with a bloody nose and that needs sorting out. Who wants to tell that story, eh?"
"Next person who throws a punch or a spell is spending the night in jail," says Felix. "Everyone take a deep breath and relax!" He tries to keep the dwarf from hurting Javor with a little charm he read about at the Forae Logos.
"Excuse us, please, sir," says Felix. He steps into the building and says in a loud voice "Right now, lads, that'll be enough of that! City Watch here. Everyone stand down and go back to your seats while we sort this out." WHEN someone doesn't do as he says: Felix casts COMMAND (Will save DC 17) and yells "I said GET DOWN."
"Right!" says Felix, excitedly. Nearby, papers on the Lieutenant's desk rustle and ash from the Lieutenant's cigar rearranges into neat, complex runes on his desk. "I wonder what sort of adventurers these are? I hope they're strange and interesting. Well, let's get going!" He scrambles out the door, eager to get to the assignment.
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Felix squints up at Evindyl. "You think three syllables is too many? Back home anyone with less than five was met with suspicion. 'What is he hiding'? they'd think."
"Hmm? Oh, ignore that," replies Felix. "It's just the books. They talk to me sometimes. Slates and scrolls, too." He points to his head, as if that explained everything. ______________________________________________________________ At the call from upstairs, Felix rubs his palms together, excited to work on an assignment. Straightening his uniform and smoothing his mustaches, he heads upstairs. As he passes by, the sign on the wall which reads "Locker Room" changes to obscure Tekritanan sigils for several seconds before returning to normal.
A neatly-dressed gnome walks into the room. There are no garish colors or wild clothing, nor indeed much at all about him that might be called 'gnomish' save for his size, his pronounced nose and his improbably bushy mustache. His uniform is impeccable and his badge gleaming. His keen blue eyes take in the squad room in an appraising gaze. "I'm Domblevoster," he says. "Felix Domblevoster. I look forward to working with you. I've heard so much about each of you I feel as though I know you!" The sheaf of papers under his arm rustles, seemingly of its own accord. Nearby, a ledger mutters secrets just below the threshold of audibility.
Weird. That is almost exactly the badge number I had chosen: "X87".
Huzzah! It is I, Felix Domblevoster, Detective! ________________________________________________________________________ “Naturally a detective doesn't want to look like a detective, and give the whole thing away right at the start.” ‒ P. G. Wodehouse, ‘The Man With Two Left Feet’.
A bad habit of self monologuing? In a PBP game, that's a GOOD habit.
Felix here is Tarondor's submission! I'd love to play!
Name: Felix DomblevosterAnother really interesting one with an awesome picture! I'm getting excited! Thanks! I'm looking forward to the opportunity to join!
Name: Felix Domblevoster
Quirk: Felix is so avid a collector of knowledge at any cost that he becomes dangerously incautious as to the source of that knowledge. "I must know!" is one of his most common phrases. It's gotten him into trouble at many libraries. He sees the hoarding of secrets as both stupid and a crime against the improvement of the intelligent races. Backstory: Felix is a native of Absalom and a former student of the Forae Logos. His ceaseless curiosity was both a blessing and a curse in the Great Library, but things got worse when he received a blinding vision from Nethys, a full-throated eruption of knowledge, understanding and akashic oneness that left him unable to speak for a month. After that, Felix had a strange effect on the written word. Pages flutter in his presence. Books turn toward him. Scrolls unroll and spellbooks mutter. After weeks of disruption, the Great Librarian suggested that Felix find another line of work. Despondent, Felix pondered his options until he overheard a conversation about how the Watch was looking for detectives. Finally! A place to work out his curiosity without wearing out his welcome! He enlisted the same day. |