A/N: I didn't excpect such reaction from one chapter so fast!
Yami:Dark Magician, duh! As if there would'nt be a reaction...
Tribute Duelers: DARK MAGICIAN SUCKS!
Yami: OBLITERATE!!!!!!!!
Alpha: Pixi Stix, right?
Yugi: *sweatdrops* yes.
Drake: Can I be-
Alpha: NO.
Drake: Crap.
Disclaimer: Obese Marmot of Nefariousness? I'm not THAT bad...
Claimer:Read story. Write review. Send millions of dollars.Then I'll tell you what I own.
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Stim-Pack Alley. A grungy place where the addicts dwell. Lots of low-lives, swindlers, and political monsters lived here.
And I had the Mother Lode of Info right in the slimiest corner.
Tainted Wisdom. Very large brain, no other organs. While it might have been safer to ask the Ancient Brain for info, TW here was the highest of the high when it came to criminal intelligence.
"That you, Dar'?" I heard his alienoid voice in my mind. It still scared the crap outta me.
"Yep." I thought. Words weren't necessary with this guy."I need info. Any crook come by offering a trinket outta his hat?"
"The White Magical Hat." He sent."A strange-looking staff. Not much else, except he had a hat you used to wear."
That startled me. While I always wore my standard duel uniform when the little guy called me in battle, I always wore my favorite clothes here.
Black armor instead of purple, and a leather jacket instead of that weird purple skirt. And of course, I keep my hat in a SAFE place------
*thinks back to when the hat "accidentally" got strapped to a rabid Battle Ox.*
As much as my dad nearly killed me for it, I'm glad its was gone. [Stubborn thousand year old jerk.]
As I walked down the alleyways, I wondered whether the hat belonged to Dia, or if the WMH stole it from someone else.
"Argh. There's just not enough clues." I said in frustration," How does CSI do it?"
Ok, maybe I've watched too much human TV.
"Okay," I said to myself." If I were some thieving sneak, were would I go?"
It clicked.
I smiled as I walked toward the place. Only one area in the city attracted more slobs than the Stim-Pack.
"The aptly-named 7 Completed." I said as I looked at the casino."Were else to go but a place to lose the evidence. And everything else."
As I walked through those stupid metal detectors[THEY CHECKED MY STAFF!] I sweat-dropped.
For every sucker and gambler in the place, there were at least two Slot Machines.
Maybe the slogan "lose your cash, and maybe a few lives." should be taken more seriously?
I grumbled, then started looking. As I noticed how many thief-like monsters were in this place, I realized this might take a while......
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A/N: Another too-short chapter. But I plan on having each case last three chapters, so next chapter, the "First Case Finale" will be a bit longer. Please tell me what you think of this fic, as I'm having a lot of fun thinking of ideas for it!
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Yami:Dark Magician, duh! As if there would'nt be a reaction...
Tribute Duelers: DARK MAGICIAN SUCKS!
Yami: OBLITERATE!!!!!!!!
Alpha: Pixi Stix, right?
Yugi: *sweatdrops* yes.
Drake: Can I be-
Alpha: NO.
Drake: Crap.
Disclaimer: Obese Marmot of Nefariousness? I'm not THAT bad...
Claimer:Read story. Write review. Send millions of dollars.Then I'll tell you what I own.
***************************************************************
Stim-Pack Alley. A grungy place where the addicts dwell. Lots of low-lives, swindlers, and political monsters lived here.
And I had the Mother Lode of Info right in the slimiest corner.
Tainted Wisdom. Very large brain, no other organs. While it might have been safer to ask the Ancient Brain for info, TW here was the highest of the high when it came to criminal intelligence.
"That you, Dar'?" I heard his alienoid voice in my mind. It still scared the crap outta me.
"Yep." I thought. Words weren't necessary with this guy."I need info. Any crook come by offering a trinket outta his hat?"
"The White Magical Hat." He sent."A strange-looking staff. Not much else, except he had a hat you used to wear."
That startled me. While I always wore my standard duel uniform when the little guy called me in battle, I always wore my favorite clothes here.
Black armor instead of purple, and a leather jacket instead of that weird purple skirt. And of course, I keep my hat in a SAFE place------
*thinks back to when the hat "accidentally" got strapped to a rabid Battle Ox.*
As much as my dad nearly killed me for it, I'm glad its was gone. [Stubborn thousand year old jerk.]
As I walked down the alleyways, I wondered whether the hat belonged to Dia, or if the WMH stole it from someone else.
"Argh. There's just not enough clues." I said in frustration," How does CSI do it?"
Ok, maybe I've watched too much human TV.
"Okay," I said to myself." If I were some thieving sneak, were would I go?"
It clicked.
I smiled as I walked toward the place. Only one area in the city attracted more slobs than the Stim-Pack.
"The aptly-named 7 Completed." I said as I looked at the casino."Were else to go but a place to lose the evidence. And everything else."
As I walked through those stupid metal detectors[THEY CHECKED MY STAFF!] I sweat-dropped.
For every sucker and gambler in the place, there were at least two Slot Machines.
Maybe the slogan "lose your cash, and maybe a few lives." should be taken more seriously?
I grumbled, then started looking. As I noticed how many thief-like monsters were in this place, I realized this might take a while......
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A/N: Another too-short chapter. But I plan on having each case last three chapters, so next chapter, the "First Case Finale" will be a bit longer. Please tell me what you think of this fic, as I'm having a lot of fun thinking of ideas for it!
CLICK BELOW! THEN TYPE!