Malcolm Reed

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Sat, 20 Feb 2016 00:38:36 GMT

[For all your Seeker Squinty needs.]

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Fri, 15 Jan 2016 00:23:57 GMT

( Not that it's any business of yours )

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Tue, 24 Sep 2013 01:51:30 GMT

[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.]

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Tue, 13 Aug 2013 01:11:15 GMT

[Look at this prim and proper gentleman settling himself for the camera. There's a window behind him, looking out at the stars. He mildly clears his throat.]

There, now that all that's settled... Quite the welcome for someone new to your merry Barge, I have to say. I'm afraid I haven't properly introduced myself yet, though perhaps a few of you know me now. It didn't seem proper to try and send a greeting when everything was--

Well.

[The less said about the ship full of kids and teens, the better.]

Lieutenant Commander Malcolm Reed, formerly of the starship Enterprise, reporting for duty as a freshly minted warden. I hope to fulfill my duties to the best of my abilities, but until I am assigned an inmate...I suppose I'm just--one of the crew for now.

[He's about to shut it off, but pauses, pensive, before sitting back again for a moment.] I've been--[warned]--informed that some people on this ship might already know me in some shape or form. To my knowledge, I, personally, have never been on this vessel or have entered an agreement with the Admiral prior to a few days ago. I would like to issue a blanket apology to those who might have known me, since I will not remember you.

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Wed, 10 Jul 2013 22:48:54 GMT

( if I was in world war two they'd call me spitefire )

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Wed, 05 Jun 2013 07:23:32 GMT

( this is a start that I know I'll believe in )

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