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Sep. 23rd, 2013 09:39 pm[The streets of the city are always made a little safer by the police force, out to catch whoever is seen breaking the laws of the land. And, of course, there are those who don't trust the police at all, whether thinking they are agents of another force working within the city to turn a blind eye, or are power-hungry thugs, or are trying to shut out perfectly legitimate businesses (and by legitimate it usually means highly illegal). Malcolm takes to his job with pride no matter what the circumstances, but lately, he hasn't thought terribly much of all the inattention that's been given to the missing children, snatched from the streets.
Through the days he can be seen out in the streets, patrolling stiffly, head held high, with Izzati faithfully by his side. He looks into complaints, claims of misdeeds, incidents that need a firm hand of the law to step in.
More and more lately he's been seen hanging about the worse parts of town, filled to the brim with the poor and the destitute, where he's heard more than a few tales of children gone missing. He also finds more and more that he (or his kind, he's heard from a few rude mouths about his daemon and his uniform) is not welcome here. So he goes after hours, in the dusk, in plainclothes, sniffing both literally and figuratively for any information.
And sometimes he simply just needs to put up his feet in a pub for a quiet round while Izzati tries to chat people up for him.]
Through the days he can be seen out in the streets, patrolling stiffly, head held high, with Izzati faithfully by his side. He looks into complaints, claims of misdeeds, incidents that need a firm hand of the law to step in.
More and more lately he's been seen hanging about the worse parts of town, filled to the brim with the poor and the destitute, where he's heard more than a few tales of children gone missing. He also finds more and more that he (or his kind, he's heard from a few rude mouths about his daemon and his uniform) is not welcome here. So he goes after hours, in the dusk, in plainclothes, sniffing both literally and figuratively for any information.
And sometimes he simply just needs to put up his feet in a pub for a quiet round while Izzati tries to chat people up for him.]
