:The MOG Files:

CONGRATULATIONS ON CHOOSING TO READ SUCH A FINE STORY!

You know, I bet you're wondering right now, "Okay, what kind of crap is this going to be?" but you're MISTAKEN!

*ahem*

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Madness. I am a sorceress.

Please don't scoff, I know I KNOW it sounds ridiculous, but it's a very very very long story, and I think it's best to just summarize everything so that my story may continue. I wasn't always a sorceress, you know. I wasn't born with powers, I don't have ultra-special ancestors with powers, no.

It all just kind of...happened. I think it first started when I was....what, 14 years old? So that means I've been a sorceress for only 2 years now. Not very long in comparison to Aiden or even Ian, but...

...oh, who are they? Ian's my...acquaintance, if you will. Not really a friend of mine, but not necessarily my enemy. He's a sorcerer, but I guess you already knew that. Aiden is also a sorcerer, but he's more against me than Ian is. Why? Because I've only been a sorceress for 2 years, and he's been a sorcerer for over 10, and yet my power seems to rival his.

Plus I'm the first sorceress to actually be emotionally close to my work.

My work? That's the best part!!

My job as a sorceress is to kind of 'help out' certain people in different worlds. My latest assignment: the world of FAKE. I've been hanging around that world for quite some time, trying to figure out WHY I've been called to that world specifically.

*sigh* Oh, so confusing to explain. Well, I'm only assigned to certain worlds if a certain person in the world needs help. The thing is, I have to figure out WHO needs the help.

Er...yeah, so now I'm in FAKE, and I've been hanging around the station doing some "community service" so I could get a closer look at the characters.

Namely Dee, Ryo, JJ, Berkeley Rose... *sigh* No one said being a sorceress was easy. But it IS fun, and it keeps me busy. And it keeps the worlds from being abused by other sorcerers I know. *cough* Aiden *cough*

I hope you enjoy the story. No, stop LEAVING!! This story, I tell you, will be the most unique and interesting ones you'll ever come across on fanfiction.net. In fact, I don't even declare it a "story", but a FILE. I have many files, meaning I have many jobs...ranging from the world of FAKE to DragonBallZ to Inuyasha to Samurai Jack to Yu Yu Hakusho.... *deeeep inhale*. So you'll just have to be patient.

Enjoy the file.

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MOG

Magicians of Grace

World: FAKE

By: Madness

Disclaimer: characters of FAKE aren't mine. No da.

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"RITA! What's my next assignment?!" My voice boomed through the painfully quiet business room.

Rita's my boss. She's not really powerful, but she's the one who founded the organization MOG: Magicians of Grace. Er..though we aren't Magicians, and I'm not exactly graceful...

Rita, with her short curly brown-hair, said nothing as she handed me my next assignment in a brown envelope. I eagerly ripped the cords off and peeled off the cover as though it were Christmas Day and I was opening a long-awaited present.

I jumped when I saw the words FAKE written on the header. I LOVE that manga! And I'm especially happy to be assigned to it now!

"Rita! Am I really going to be working in FAKE?!"

"Uh..." Rita looked up at me from her desk. "Yeah. Unless you want to hand the job over to Ian."

"Nonono, FAKE is MY assignment, YES! You could just tell Ian that he could rest his ass while I do all the hard work. Hehehe." I hugged the paper that told me my assignment, but then I realized that I hadn't even read the whole thing. So I broke the hug and peered at the paper again.

WORLD: FAKE

ASSIGNMENT #: 9J7NK/MHP

TO MADNESS:

YOU SHOULD BE RECEIVING THIS ASSIGNMENT WITHIN THE SECOND WEEK OF AUGUST. YOUR ASSIGNMENT IS TO TRAVEL TO THE WORLD FAKE AND INVESTIGATE A CERTAIN CHARACTER SITUATION. BACKUP HELP MIGHT BE NECESSARY.

SINCERELY

THE MINISTRY OF MOG

I scoffed at the last line of the letter - Backup help might be necessary. FEH! "Rita, I can do this job alone, you know."

Rita sighed. "I'm sure you can. That's why it says 'MIGHT be necessary'."

"But they never wrote that before in their other letters regarding my assignments." I pointed out, but nothing more was said on the topic.

"Get ready to leave by tomorrow afternoon. Remember, first display yourself as a naiive schoolgirl just looking for a community service job during after-school hours. Try to be as close as possible to the characters. If your assignment isn't complete in 3 weeks, then we're sending in Ian to accompany you...no questions asked." Rita told me firmly, and I didn't have much else to say about the matter.

But who cares!? My assignment is going to FAKE !!!

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I literally had to make a frantic dash across the crowded streets of Manhattan just to get to the block on which Precinct 27 awaited for my arrival. Supposedly they needed some sort of desk-person, since the precinct was short on help and rather did not like to assign menial tasks to trained cops.

I clung to the newspaper clipping that advertised the position and held it close to my chest. I had no idea what a desk-person had to do, but if it was open to teenagers like me looking for community service just so that colleges say, "Oh, look, community service", then it shouldn't be a big deal.

But the thing that was getting me all exasperated...I may very well have to speak to Berkeley Rose, the comissioner of the precinct.

I gulped.

Maybe he wouldn't let me have the job. Maybe there are more EXPERIENCED little teenagers who actually know what the hell a desk-person does. I mean, nowadays, any little position requires a college degree...but this is community service! Maybe it's different!

I walked in through the front entrance and immediately ran into a big, white sign that, once the stars disappeared from my eyes, read: "Community service desk positions sign-ups held in commissioner's office, floor 5."

Comissioner's office. I gulped again, whipping my head around to get a good look of the place. Police officers walking around...why, that made me feel just a tad uneasy. The police always remind me of driving tickets. Any wrong move, and...

"Are you lost, miss?"

I whirled around, my face turning crimson. "Oh no, I'm okay."

It took me less than half a second to realize that the man was none other than Ryo McClaine, a character that may prove to be important in my work! Why, he may even BE my job! Okay, that sounded wrong.

"Are you sure?" he asked me, his smile as friendly and sweet as I had read about. An absolute darling, he was. Damn him. What a catch for Dee.

"I'm just...well, the elevators are...?" I looked around quickly to see if there were any elevators painfully present, but fortunately, there were none.

Ryo patted my shoulder. "You must be one of the highschoolers applying for the desk service, right? I'll take you to the office."

"No, I..." I felt like a total idiot. I bet nobody else needed to be escorted to the elevators! "I know I need to get to the 5th floor and that's all, really!"

Ryo laughed as he gave me a slight shove in the direction of the elevators. "Then if I show you where the elevators are, I might as well show you the whole way."

I eventually gave in. He was too nice to reject more than twice.

"My name's Ma...ry." I stuttered, and then I got mad at myself promptly. I wanted to give myself an ultra-cool psuedonym, like Lex Aurora! But I was about to tell him my real name, and...well....now I'm Mary.

"Mary? That's a nice name. My name's Randy, but call me Ryo."

"Your name is way nicer than mine, Ryo." Well, that slipped out. I blushed after I said it, and soon we had made it to the elevators. He pressed the shiny silver button with the number '5' on it (don't ask me why the button fascinated me, it was shiny!), and soon we were on our way...well, I was on MY way to meeting Berkeley. So...afraid...of being a screw-up....

"Well, here you are, Mary," Ryo handed me a sheet of paper, and pointed me down the long hallway. "The first door to the left. That's commissioner Berkeley's office, where he'll take your submission and ask you a few questions."

"Scary interview?" I asked in my ordinary dead-pan tone. Ryo laughed.

"Well, sort of. But there are a lot of positions available. It's only community service. The only thing the comissioner is going to ask you is what time you come out of school, how long would you dedicate to working the desk jon, etcetera. It's on the form to answer, too, but I guess he wants to hear it from the applicants."

I sighed. I may as well get a job here. Although if I want to be CIA when I get older, then I should get used to this kind of pressure. "Thank you, Ryo."

He patted my shoulder comfortingly, knowing that I was getting a little nervous. He's so nice! Too bad he's taken. But even if he wasn't, I'm too young. Damn it all. All the best guys are older than me. Or taken. Or gay.

"Good luck Mary...hope to see you working here soon."

I laughed nervously as he left me to fill out the application alone. So, realizing that I didn't have all day, I looked down at the paper, and began to answer the questions.

NAME: Mary Shane

AGE: 16

DOB: March 19, 1987

WORK EXPERIENCE:

I stopped dead in my tracks. Work experience? WHAT work experience?? I guess all applications ask this, but if it's only community service...

WORK EXPERIENCE: not applicable...I go to school, though

Must be prepared, though....this is just the beginning. Commissioner Berkeley, here comes Madn....

I mean, Mary Shane!

Booya!