FOREWORD
This is a story idea I've had for a good while now - one which is set in the universe ofJujutsu Kaisenbut it's an original story with a new setting, original characters and slightly differing themes maybe (i'm not too good at doing thematics when writing)
I'll take a few creative liberties with things, but I hope that doesn't ruin the immersion.
And about the other story I was writing, metal gear rising 2, I've decided to, yknow. stop. IMIGHTwork on it some more in the future but. It's not likely. That was just a practise run really. If you were a fan of it then you might become a fan of this.
Enjoy. (chapter 1 coming tomorrow)
Note from the Detective
Hey, it's me. Gibbs Jones. This book has NO magic in it. Absolutely none of that rubbish. This is a Detective story OK? Can't have urban fantasy ruining what would have otherwise been a perfectly good paperback for old biddies to read before bingo. Okay, well now with that contractual obligation out of the way, I've also been told to introduce myself. I'm a detective. A private investigator. A professional. My name is Gibbs Jones. I always liked my name. Some might call it cliche but me? I call it gritty. I live in a nice cosy place. It's nice, really! And telling you that isn't a contractual obligation either. Helps that my office chair can become my bed whenever I need it to. Sometimes I'd describe it as utilitarian, but in reality I'm just trying to hide that I can't afford the rent for a proper flat so I just live in my tiny office instead. Shame my pay rates didn't increase alongside the regular risk to my life but it is what it is.
Well, I never asked to become a magic detective. Why can't I just help old Deborah find out who smashed her window in and stole her TV? A little murder or robbery case on the side. (not that murder or robbery is good. It's just business) Or maybe shut down a few drug running fronts whilst I'm at it. But no, Detective Jones often finds himself sprinting after a suspect down another smelly rat infested alleyway or across an even worse smelling tick infested field. On top of that, said suspect frying my newly cleaned jacket with some bogus fire elemental power or what have you. I've been stuck in as many stupid situations as you can count on both hands and feet. In my line of work, you'll be already frozen before you can tell the bad guy to 'Freeze!'.. in a block of ice that is. True story. But that's for another day.
I understand I said there'd be No magic. I lied. Just to make those stuffy higher ups happy. Can't let the general public know about the crazies running amok nowadays, eh? Tweakers who will kill you for the slightest inconvenience is one thing, but what about tweakers who'll kill you for the slightest inconvenience except they can also do it with a flashy gimmick? I'm not cut out for this magic stuff but I'd say it's a run of good luck that I got a nice little thing going for myself. Let me give you a hint. I'm to receive a fun little gimmick of my own. But you'll see how it works in the book right? That is if you didn't stop reading after the first line and returned the book back to the shelf. Or, well, maybe it's not even on the shelf right now and in that case you've read the first line and rejected the manuscript.
I paid top dollar to get this story published, you know. If it doesn't, I might just cry. I gave this kid a full ten pounds note to write a novel with one of my adventures in it, and a tenner is hard come by in the Detective biz, so I'm hoping my dream gets delivered on.
Without further ado, I think this segment ought to be through with. Enough about me, and lets get straight to the story, about me!