Of jokes and fish... or something not actually like that [Narrative]

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Character(s): Naja Salaheem
Content: Naja gets a note. Naja finally looks at said note.
Setting: Carta Para Ti
Time: Late afternoon, Week 12
Warnings: None.




It had been rather quiet since the darkness was lifted; Naja wasn’t going to exactly complain about that. Darkness or no darkness, the gypsies continued their nightly parties, something that Naja had simply become accustomed to. Life in Paixao was almost seemed like a vacation, to say the least.

But heck, much as she wanted, she could hardly sit around and take a few days off at a time. Her Sentinel, however, changed things pretty quickly after showing up in her office handing off a file that she, ‘apparently’, had wheedled from some citizen.

Boy, wasn’t that fishy.

She had waved the woman off without much of a glance at the parchment, setting it off with a few folders and finishing her previous work. It was only a few hours that that she finally uncovered it again and took a look, gripping it in one hand, Morgenstern held up in another.



Skimming her eyes down the page, she drops her morning star and tightly grasps the sheet in both hands. “What?” she hisses, reading it through again. “What the hell is this supposed to be…”

…and why did some mundane citizen have it?

Maybe it was just a joke.


What if it wasn’t.