It had been some time since the siblings had visited Magnolia. Last time they had was to visit one of their uncles for a holiday, and he was... less than keen on them. Uncle Daniel was a meanspirited old man, but that did not bother Tony or Britney in the slightest. Magnolia was still a lovely little town, though it had, as much as Uncle Daniel insisted, mellowed down in recent years. Now it was just on a vacation-
"We're doing patrols for the Knights, Tony," Brit reminded.
"Of course," he sheepishly said as Britney went to report in to the outpost. Tony was eager to begin his investication, immediately making his way towards the marketplace. He figured that this early in the day, if there were any ne'er do wells, they would have congregated at the market. Scams, thefts, robberies, all that sort of thing was bound to be at the most populous place in the city.
Of course, Britney said that if it weren't for his uniform, he would be one of the most suspicious people. He was always scruffy looking and "rambling to himself," as she said.
"Of course, he had no idea what she meant through that rambling," he began narrating softly to himself. "She was always a tough nut to crack, someone who always hid her true intentions behind a mask, behind a veneer of seriousness. There was something brewing in Britney's mind, and Tony was certain of that. As for what that plan was, he could not be certain. After all, this was just routine work. The two had wanted to get more involved in the Knights, Tony especially. They pounced on the opportunity to take extra patrols, even in spite of Britney's motion sickness in the car ride from Era to Magnolia. A side effect of her unique magic, the Mimic Dragon Slayer Lacrima. It was an odd piece of magic material. The very chaotic essence of magic, compressed into a small stone for others to use as magic. It truly was a miracle of modern magic science." He was now in the center of the marketplace, looking around to see what there could be. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone who looked especially suspicious. Weaving through the crowd, he reached her as she was about to enter the premises of the marketplace. Ready to vet her to see if she was a potential threat to the civilians or a threat to commit any crime, he scrambled towards the edge of the market. Unfortunately, he tripped over a dropped caramel apple, faceplanting right in front of the woman. He quickly brushed it off, springing to his feet. "Apologies, ma'am. I'm going to need some identification. I've heard rumors of a suspicious individual coming to these parts, and I need to ensure that they are not faking their appearance." He nodded, physically blocking her from moving into the marketplace. He figured that she was not actually this alleged culprit that he made up, but it was not impossible that she was someone who was more suspicious than not.
If only he knew what he had gotten himself into...