The flying ball of stuff and fluff had done well to give him the facts, even if the drab looking gentleman didn't seem much for getting a grasp on things. Relying more on things at sight than by conversation, the Lieutenant had asked for his new companion to direct him to the hub of mail and memos. Arriving, the Detective reels his head back, putting a hand to his forehead as he watches in awe of the rushing employees flying to and from to ensure that the personal packages and parcels are delivered on time.
"Well, gee, Mister Moogle, isn't that something? You have this whole mail thing down pat. Back home, you know, they're pretty efficient, but I'm sure you folks here could teach 'em a thing or two. Incredible. Just incredible. So, uhh-.. if I could ask you just one thing, ehh-.. these Moogles, like yourself, do they.. come from somewhere specific? I don't want to assume, you know, just being a normal fellow and all. My wife, she tells me I'm magical at times, but you? You've got me beat, for sure."
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10/Jobs
"Uhh- excuse me, Miss? Am I to understand that with this here crystal thing I'm a- what did you call it? A mage? I don't hafta' fill out any forms, any protocol, any sort of paper work in order to be an official mage of sorts? You see, back where I'm from, there's this whole process of training and going through schooling in order to become a cop, so I uhh- I was just wondering how that whole business works, you know. Call me curious. I hafta' say, if it hadn't been for my wife, I don't know what I would'ah done while I was in the academy. Guess my work'll be cut out for me here."
The former detective feels a slit bit of sadness as he clutches the crystal inbetween his fingers like a cigar. Something about holding it in such a manner made him feel more at ease, even if it did look rather peculiar to those passing by.
"Say.. While I'm here, you mind if I.. you know, inquire about something 'ere? I got to thinking, since I'm standing here, and you're doing a fantastic job with helping out and explainin' and all of that, but.. You don't suppose you might have a rock back there that'll let me be a detective, do you? I figure, I'm best at what I do, and what I do is detective work, you understand, don't you? A guy like me trying to do parlor tricks would just be a mess, and I'd hate for an error on my end be a problem for you fine folks here at the uhh-.. well, your office, I'll say."
Lt. Columbo | Columbo
The flying ball of stuff and fluff had done well to give him the facts, even if the drab looking gentleman didn't seem much for getting a grasp on things. Relying more on things at sight than by conversation, the Lieutenant had asked for his new companion to direct him to the hub of mail and memos. Arriving, the Detective reels his head back, putting a hand to his forehead as he watches in awe of the rushing employees flying to and from to ensure that the personal packages and parcels are delivered on time.
"Well, gee, Mister Moogle, isn't that something? You have this whole mail thing down pat. Back home, you know, they're pretty efficient, but I'm sure you folks here could teach 'em a thing or two. Incredible. Just incredible. So, uhh-.. if I could ask you just one thing, ehh-.. these Moogles, like yourself, do they.. come from somewhere specific? I don't want to assume, you know, just being a normal fellow and all. My wife, she tells me I'm magical at times, but you? You've got me beat, for sure."
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10/Jobs
"Uhh- excuse me, Miss? Am I to understand that with this here crystal thing I'm a- what did you call it? A mage? I don't hafta' fill out any forms, any protocol, any sort of paper work in order to be an official mage of sorts? You see, back where I'm from, there's this whole process of training and going through schooling in order to become a cop, so I uhh- I was just wondering how that whole business works, you know. Call me curious. I hafta' say, if it hadn't been for my wife, I don't know what I would'ah done while I was in the academy. Guess my work'll be cut out for me here."
The former detective feels a slit bit of sadness as he clutches the crystal inbetween his fingers like a cigar. Something about holding it in such a manner made him feel more at ease, even if it did look rather peculiar to those passing by.
"Say.. While I'm here, you mind if I.. you know, inquire about something 'ere? I got to thinking, since I'm standing here, and you're doing a fantastic job with helping out and explainin' and all of that, but.. You don't suppose you might have a rock back there that'll let me be a detective, do you? I figure, I'm best at what I do, and what I do is detective work, you understand, don't you? A guy like me trying to do parlor tricks would just be a mess, and I'd hate for an error on my end be a problem for you fine folks here at the uhh-.. well, your office, I'll say."