Report 3057
SI:7 on my ass already. What are the odds. Old comrade. Former arresting agent. Commander Ashtalon’s human dick sleeve. One fel of a day.
Just to be clear on the record, I was never charged with misconduct and I think that’s why Miss Agent is so pantie twisted with me right off the blades-edge. I think she’s still a little raw around the lady lobes after her case against me was literally fucked-in half. She’s smart, but Alkahest is smarter. We had strings. We had agents. We had tiny little plants all over the fucking cities. So my dismissal on the technicality that a ‘blindman’ can’t see the crime he is committing, left a scuff mark on her otherwise flawless record.
Have I yet listed how impatient I get, while being patient? Waiting for letter replies. Waiting for return contact.
I still need to find a Mage and an alchemist to trust enough not to sell me some sort of mirror-gender-swapping-formula-in-a-glass-bottle. Worse case... I’ll ask Van Zant.
Overall a general consensus of the last few days has been wildly unproductive. Fulfilling. Frustrating, is perhaps the most accurate phrase. Ain’t that things are falling apart, only that on my end, things are taking longer to come together