Venturing: Sunnet Attack on Dates
Or "at the apex of the investigation?" regardless, i shook my head and exhaled. calming myself down while i stepped forward from the door behind me. listening to the soundless pause upon the large room i was in, i had decided to call her out. "yang?"
"The Gift" Stephanie's Storyline, Chapter 8.2
The Gift Stephanie's Storyline, Chapter 8.2 copyright comidacomida 2018 Kyle spoke up again. "Ashton lives just a few blocks from here... I bet his mom could come pick you up AND let your folks know you're okay..." Tom frowned. "It is not the...
"From Whom All Blessings Flow," Part D
Naturally, he was worried about monks getting assaulted in the cathedral, and he's going to issue an order to the archbishop allowing for an investigation by me."
Toxic Love
“they hired an investigator?” she growled, then groaned. “why did you call me?” “i want to get your side of the story,” came my reply.
"The Thin Line," Part W
Both of the investigators looked at each other, and then leaned in, closely, their reed quills poised.
Venturing: Awaitor
Despite getting nowhere in our investigation and having been moved away from our station and into a mansion as a temporarily base, i exhaled and threw my claws behind me. folded my wings and kept my lips sealed. yang and natty kept their backs straight.
A Shamus' Shame
One would think that such an environment would be a treasure trove for a private investigator, but this is one german shepherd shamus that clearly had misjudged the location of that big black 'x' on the tattered map of private practice.
"From Whom All Blessings Flow," Part F
Corporal winterbough was operating under my orders in investigating this chapel here, tonight. corporal, report."
Spiral Nebula - Chapter 10
"I'm more interested in this vessel," Yukiomaru declared, gesturing his paw at a screen. The sleek vessel in the screen was the clearest visualization of the craft that destroyed the remains of the _Albatross._ In his office, he stood behind his desk...
Goodbye Files - Unnatural Skies
Whenever we weren’t doing regular paranormal investigations for clientele, everybody started pulling together what we could find on goodbye’s history.
Venturing: Fogsnatcher
Venturing: Fogsnatcher Silence fell over our heads as our eyes drifted towards the dark horizon before us. Our ears flickered hearing the faint sounds of footsteps that we were making. The streets were empty. No cars or dragons were walking...
Voicemail From a Dimensional Traveler
Mostly, to see if we could investigate them further if they would be willing to pay. other times though, a few more quirky/mentally unwell mammals wanted to vent their delusions to someone willing to listen.