Here you go! Hopefully this was something like what you had in mind, haha.
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She enters your office on a grey, rainy day that’s just like all of the other grey rainy days in this city. Says she can help you get a lead on the murder of Kana- Miss Maryam. You don’t believe her, but you’re out of options, so you let her take the seat across from your desk anyways. You glance at the letter she sent you ahead of time – the handwriting’s terrible, borderline unreadable, but you get the message well enough.
“You read minds?” you ask.
“Yeah,” she says.
“You’re shitting me.”
“Am not!”
You lean forward and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Look Miss...”
“Pyrope.”
“Miss Pyrope. I don’t know what sort of fantasy world you live in, but this is the real world, and this is a real murder. This is not just some sort of playground for wigglers who shit in their diapers, and as much as I’d fucking love to have magic to solve this case-“
“It’s not magic!” she insists, and she leans forward with a toothy grin. “It’s just a sixth sense. Everybody has it; they just don’t know how to use it.”
You’re not buying it. “Oh yeah? And how come you figured it out?”
“Lose one sense, you make the rest stronger,” she explains, and she pushes her lenses down to show her eyes. You wince, despite yourself. Painful, blinding red.
You know that color well.
“Still doesn’t prove anything,” you say.
“Maybe not!” She leans back and pushes her glasses back up. “But you’re not proving anything in this case without me! I know you’re out of leads.”
“What, did you read my mind to get that?”
“No, just used logic. If you weren’t at wit’s end, you wouldn’t be talking to me right now. You’d be out there following those leads!” She leans forward again, smiling that shark-tooth smile, and you swear for a moment your heart stops beating. “I know you Karkat Vantas. You don’t stop until you get your man. I admire that in a troll! That’s why I’m here to help you apprehend the criminals.”
“Well you’re not exactly proving to me that you’re going to be much help.” You cross your arms and lean back in your chair, away from her.
“Very well! Then I should like to permit this evidence into the court...” and she takes a moment. You swear you god you can hear her sniffing. “You, Mister Vantas, knew the victim personally, which makes your feelings with this case personal! You blame yourself for not doing anything to stop it! Of course you think that I’m crazy and-” She takes another sniff. “Hm! Interesting blood color. I wonder if there’s even a place for it on the hemospectrum.”
Your mouth is dry and your eyes are wide. “How did you...” You don’t know how to finish the sentence.
She remains nonchalant. “I told you. I read minds. If you just let me talk to your list of suspects for a few minutes each, I’ll crack this before the sun goes up.”
You sigh and run a hand through your hair. You don’t know who this girl is. But- hell, you need a lucky break. Maybe some magic is just what you need.
FILL: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA
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She enters your office on a grey, rainy day that’s just like all of the other grey rainy days in this city. Says she can help you get a lead on the murder of Kana- Miss Maryam. You don’t believe her, but you’re out of options, so you let her take the seat across from your desk anyways. You glance at the letter she sent you ahead of time – the handwriting’s terrible, borderline unreadable, but you get the message well enough.
“You read minds?” you ask.
“Yeah,” she says.
“You’re shitting me.”
“Am not!”
You lean forward and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Look Miss...”
“Pyrope.”
“Miss Pyrope. I don’t know what sort of fantasy world you live in, but this is the real world, and this is a real murder. This is not just some sort of playground for wigglers who shit in their diapers, and as much as I’d fucking love to have magic to solve this case-“
“It’s not magic!” she insists, and she leans forward with a toothy grin. “It’s just a sixth sense. Everybody has it; they just don’t know how to use it.”
You’re not buying it. “Oh yeah? And how come you figured it out?”
“Lose one sense, you make the rest stronger,” she explains, and she pushes her lenses down to show her eyes. You wince, despite yourself. Painful, blinding red.
You know that color well.
“Still doesn’t prove anything,” you say.
“Maybe not!” She leans back and pushes her glasses back up. “But you’re not proving anything in this case without me! I know you’re out of leads.”
“What, did you read my mind to get that?”
“No, just used logic. If you weren’t at wit’s end, you wouldn’t be talking to me right now. You’d be out there following those leads!” She leans forward again, smiling that shark-tooth smile, and you swear for a moment your heart stops beating. “I know you Karkat Vantas. You don’t stop until you get your man. I admire that in a troll! That’s why I’m here to help you apprehend the criminals.”
“Well you’re not exactly proving to me that you’re going to be much help.” You cross your arms and lean back in your chair, away from her.
“Very well! Then I should like to permit this evidence into the court...” and she takes a moment. You swear you god you can hear her sniffing. “You, Mister Vantas, knew the victim personally, which makes your feelings with this case personal! You blame yourself for not doing anything to stop it! Of course you think that I’m crazy and-” She takes another sniff. “Hm! Interesting blood color. I wonder if there’s even a place for it on the hemospectrum.”
Your mouth is dry and your eyes are wide. “How did you...” You don’t know how to finish the sentence.
She remains nonchalant. “I told you. I read minds. If you just let me talk to your list of suspects for a few minutes each, I’ll crack this before the sun goes up.”
You sigh and run a hand through your hair. You don’t know who this girl is. But- hell, you need a lucky break. Maybe some magic is just what you need.
“Well, Miss Pyrope, welcome to the case.”