#rep.fetch

[ashencranes]

a story begins with @afacere

There rarely was a time when Fetch wasn't grumpy. Some could say it was his default setting, but he himself would counter that argument simply by asking if there was anything happening around the world that should really make him smile. If not, then he was simply responding adequately to the world around him. This steadfast philosophy had served him well throughout the years, and he was not about to change it... unless he was around the good doctor. It was quite difficult to be cynical around him, especially with the naive idealism of the man -- it was quite ironic, taking into consideration the environment he lives in, but Fetch knew enough grace not to call it out.

He listened calmly to this new mission he was going to go on, and looked to the side to see the scrawny messenger, sometimes employed by Mister Lin and noticed that she was glancing back. A half-smile appeared on his lips, and he winked quickly, shrugging his shoulders as to say 'i know you don't need me, but let's humour him'. When they left the office, he sighed and turned to fumi. "Hear me out, I've got a deal for us, okay? One - when we're safe, I listen to you, no questions asked, but the moment we come into any sort of danger, you listen to me, no questions asked. Does that sound fair?"

[ashencranes]

a story begins with @fateguardian

The stench in the room was revolting, and it fully excused any person to leave it, never to return again. Alas, Fetch was there on a mission, one he personally did not enjoy but one he had to be involved with as the horrid detective would never let it go and -- worst of all - would probably never let him sleep on the carpet again. Due to that, and perhaps one or two little favours he owed James, Fetch simply grit his teeth and entered the space, hoping against hope that enough alcohol would somehow manage to disinfect him in the evening, lest he be unable to sleep for the next couple of days, haunted by the sweetness of the rot in the atmosphere.

"Are we really sure this is the place?" He asked, his tone clearly making it known what he thought of the other's idea. "Can you tell me why is it that every time you tell me you've got an adventure, it never leads to a place filled with gold or even candy... It's always something like this." He looked around. The decrepit house was supposed to be a source of great... what was it? Riches? Powers? Wisdom? It didn't matter, the moment James Kos decided it was of interest, one thing was going to be certain -- the first thing they'd find was going to be pure misery.