Setting
Pyrite Town - Pokémon Colosseum
An industrial town situated near an old mining site. Currently, the top minds here are researching efficient energy sources.
An industrial town situated near an old mining site. Currently, the top minds here are researching efficient energy sources.
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Shafton City is a part of 
Fantasma.
2 Places in Shafton City:
13 Characters Here
Jagger Herz [153] The electrifying young officer.
Prince Ganymede [85] The ruler of the Earth's core? OUTRAGEOUS!
Princess Umbrella Renoir [64] The little princess with a craving for adventure...and snacks.
Adam Kapowski [64] Badass normal officer of the Black Egrets.
Auguste Perrault (V2) [62] Sit down. Tell me about yourself.
Adriel Killian (V2) [62] Head of Killian Corporation, de facto ruler of Haven
Prince Ganymede (v2) [36] The ruler of the Earth's core? OUTRAGEOUS!
Granth Snezhny [29] A nephal as calm and cool as winter snow.
Reginald Voiebrume [29] The fidelitous butler of the Thron palace.
Prince Duncan [27] The other ruler of the Earth's core. Don't call him outrageous.
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"And we've got enough prejudice here at home..." Chaperon lamented.
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Meanwhile...
"'Hoy, Jagger!"
"Hm?"
Jagger was met by Chick Cleaton, a fellow detective. He rode up on his motorcycle, carrying a couple of coffee cups and some pastries.
"Ah, Chick," Jagger responded with a smile before noticing the goods. "Oh...it was that bad over there, huh? {chuckles}"
"Heh, just because I stopped to grab you coffee don't mean it was all bad," Chick replied in an Irish brogue.
"Mm-hmm, sure," Jagger replied with a bemused smirk, taking the caramel double mocha and the bearclaw.
"Though it was a right grisly scene," Chick continued, parking his bike and picking up his vanilla espresso. "We tried cementin' that hole where the crystal spike used t'be, and a couple o' them bugs just...chiseled through it like soft bread!"
"Like I said, that bad..." Jagger said, taking a bite from his bearclaw.
"Well, not completely," Chick said, sipping his coffee. "See, we were still ready in case they emerged and...well, {chuckles} you can figure the rest, eh?"
"Okay, there's some good news. Thank you," Jagger said, followed by a light sigh of relief.
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Meanwhile...
"'Hoy, Jagger!"
"Hm?"
Jagger was met by Chick Cleaton, a fellow detective. He rode up on his motorcycle, carrying a couple of coffee cups and some pastries.
"Ah, Chick," Jagger responded with a smile before noticing the goods. "Oh...it was that bad over there, huh? {chuckles}"
"Heh, just because I stopped to grab you coffee don't mean it was all bad," Chick replied in an Irish brogue.
"Mm-hmm, sure," Jagger replied with a bemused smirk, taking the caramel double mocha and the bearclaw.
"Though it was a right grisly scene," Chick continued, parking his bike and picking up his vanilla espresso. "We tried cementin' that hole where the crystal spike used t'be, and a couple o' them bugs just...chiseled through it like soft bread!"
"Like I said, that bad..." Jagger said, taking a bite from his bearclaw.
"Well, not completely," Chick said, sipping his coffee. "See, we were still ready in case they emerged and...well, {chuckles} you can figure the rest, eh?"
"Okay, there's some good news. Thank you," Jagger said, followed by a light sigh of relief.
"Anyway," said Killian, composing himself. "I've kept you long enough. It's been a pleasure, Princess D'Hjerte."
Suddenly, a black blur appeared next to Chaperon, manifesting into a tall anthropomorphic black dog clad in a butler's uniform.
"Apologies for the abrupt arrival, milady," he said, "but new local events have occurred that may warrant further investigation."
"Thank you, Reginald," Chaperon replied to him. "We will return shortly."
"Of course, milady," the dog, Reginald, said with a bow. "I too shall return after the errands are completed."
"Well, Mr. Killian, it was a pleasure to speak with you," Chaperon said to Adriel. "We'll keep an eye out. Until later, then..."
Alastor shifted his limbs to form a hovercraft of some sort. After Chaperon seated on him, he cruised off to Tracgam City.
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Jagger and Chick proceeded down the street, mulling over the recent events. As they did, they passed by Granth.
"..."
"Hey, don't feel down, Granth," Jagger said. "Whoever did this, we'll catch up to them soon."
"I hope so," Granth replied.
"Oh! Um...Have you...happened to run into...you know...?"
"...Afraid I haven't," Granth said, the outer corners of his brows lowering. "But really, you should exercise some patience."
"Hm, agreed," Chick said. "He did say he'd be back by the Day of Unity, yeah?"
"{sigh} With everything going on..." Jagger said, "I'm not sure he'll return in time. And I don't know how she'd take it..."
"Apologies for the abrupt arrival, milady," he said, "but new local events have occurred that may warrant further investigation."
"Thank you, Reginald," Chaperon replied to him. "We will return shortly."
"Of course, milady," the dog, Reginald, said with a bow. "I too shall return after the errands are completed."
"Well, Mr. Killian, it was a pleasure to speak with you," Chaperon said to Adriel. "We'll keep an eye out. Until later, then..."
Alastor shifted his limbs to form a hovercraft of some sort. After Chaperon seated on him, he cruised off to Tracgam City.
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Jagger and Chick proceeded down the street, mulling over the recent events. As they did, they passed by Granth.
"..."
"Hey, don't feel down, Granth," Jagger said. "Whoever did this, we'll catch up to them soon."
"I hope so," Granth replied.
"Oh! Um...Have you...happened to run into...you know...?"
"...Afraid I haven't," Granth said, the outer corners of his brows lowering. "But really, you should exercise some patience."
"Hm, agreed," Chick said. "He did say he'd be back by the Day of Unity, yeah?"
"{sigh} With everything going on..." Jagger said, "I'm not sure he'll return in time. And I don't know how she'd take it..."
Before Killian can so much as say "Good day" to the newcomer, Perrault grabs him by the arm and gently pulls on it.
"We're late for ze meeting," said Perrault.
"Yes, yes, I know," sighed Killian.
Killian shrugs vaguely in Reginald's direction and hobbles back off to the hotel, Perrault following (Perrault, however, didn't even give Reginald a second glance.)
"We're late for ze meeting," said Perrault.
"Yes, yes, I know," sighed Killian.
Killian shrugs vaguely in Reginald's direction and hobbles back off to the hotel, Perrault following (Perrault, however, didn't even give Reginald a second glance.)
Reginald can only return the vague shrug. A smaller black blur appeared over his shoulder, manifesting as a crow-shaped shadow.
"..."
"Come now, Morrigan, that's not a very couth thing to say," Reginald replied to the crow. "In any case..." Reginald proceeded on to pick up new housekeeping supplies for the palace.
"..."
"Come now, Morrigan, that's not a very couth thing to say," Reginald replied to the crow. "In any case..." Reginald proceeded on to pick up new housekeeping supplies for the palace.
Back at the hotel, Killian is busy on a teleconference with the board of directors for Killian Co., trying to explain/get a word in edgewise as to why he's not in Haven talking about how awesome his new nanites are. It's not going well. also I'm too lazy to write a big post full of business lingo right now
"Well, I should be going now," Granth said. "Give me a call if you require my assistance."
"Roger that," Jagger said as Granth left.
"Welp, back to the rounds, I suppose," Chick said.
Jagger and Chick barely took two steps before a can flew out and hit Jagger in the head.
"{raunchy laugh} Hey look, it's the chrome dome with the magnetic personality!"
This voice and more laughs were coming from a group of ruffians just nearby. They were focusing a lot of taunts at Jagger.
"Oi! Watch what yer doin', you punks!" Chick shouted to them. "Jagger here's a respected officer in our force!"
"Heh, respected or feared?" another one of the punks cracked.
"Go back to Coronach, you freak!" another punk called out mockingly.
Jagger was just standing still, doing his best to not blow a fuse.
"Roger that," Jagger said as Granth left.
"Welp, back to the rounds, I suppose," Chick said.
Jagger and Chick barely took two steps before a can flew out and hit Jagger in the head.
"{raunchy laugh} Hey look, it's the chrome dome with the magnetic personality!"
This voice and more laughs were coming from a group of ruffians just nearby. They were focusing a lot of taunts at Jagger.
"Oi! Watch what yer doin', you punks!" Chick shouted to them. "Jagger here's a respected officer in our force!"
"Heh, respected or feared?" another one of the punks cracked.
"Go back to Coronach, you freak!" another punk called out mockingly.
Jagger was just standing still, doing his best to not blow a fuse.
"Doesn't 'chrome dome' mean 'bald' and not 'white haired'?" asked a punk.
"Shut up, Jerry!" shouted another.
"Shut up, Jerry!" shouted another.
"He's got metal hair, duh! You know...chrome dome?" the first punk told Jerry.
"Yeah, Dick's got a point," the second punk said to Jerry. "Do your homework!"
The punks resume throwing some things at Jagger, who just stood there and endured them.
"Alright, that does it - !" Chick was about to go over and discipline the punks, but Jagger held him back.
"Come on, Chick. It's just words..." Jagger said. "Let's just ignore them."
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Meanwhile, the two humanoid puppies from the university just headed into town.
"Hurry up, sis!" the boy shouted.
The dog-headed girl was catching up.
"Wait up, Viorel!" she said to the boy. "Yeesh, with that hustle, you're bound to run into someone!"
"That's what I keep telling him," the girl said about her brother, Viorel.
"I can't help it if you're such a slowpoke, Rosa," Viorel told the girl, Rosa. "Now c'mon! Lunch ain't gonna buy itself!"
With that, Viorel hurried ahead.
"WAIT!" Rosa shouted, chasing after Viorel.
"Ugh...Both of you wait!!" the dog-headed girl shouted, chasing after them.
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Meanwhile, Jagger and Chick were about to walk away from the taunting punks.
"Oooh, I think he's steamed!" the third punk jeered.
"What's he gonna do? Bring down the storm? Haha!" Dick chortled.
"Police brutaaaaality!" the second punk teased.
It's then that Viorel rounded the corner behind the punks really fast...and bumped into Jerry, falling down on his backside.
"Ow - !" Viorel cried out. "(!) Uh...s-sorry, sir...?"
Rosa had now caught up to Viorel.
"Viorel, what did we tell...you...?" Sure enough, she saw the five punks towering over.
"Yeah, Dick's got a point," the second punk said to Jerry. "Do your homework!"
The punks resume throwing some things at Jagger, who just stood there and endured them.
"Alright, that does it - !" Chick was about to go over and discipline the punks, but Jagger held him back.
"Come on, Chick. It's just words..." Jagger said. "Let's just ignore them."
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Meanwhile, the two humanoid puppies from the university just headed into town.
"Hurry up, sis!" the boy shouted.
The dog-headed girl was catching up.
"Wait up, Viorel!" she said to the boy. "Yeesh, with that hustle, you're bound to run into someone!"
"That's what I keep telling him," the girl said about her brother, Viorel.
"I can't help it if you're such a slowpoke, Rosa," Viorel told the girl, Rosa. "Now c'mon! Lunch ain't gonna buy itself!"
With that, Viorel hurried ahead.
"WAIT!" Rosa shouted, chasing after Viorel.
"Ugh...Both of you wait!!" the dog-headed girl shouted, chasing after them.
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Meanwhile, Jagger and Chick were about to walk away from the taunting punks.
"Oooh, I think he's steamed!" the third punk jeered.
"What's he gonna do? Bring down the storm? Haha!" Dick chortled.
"Police brutaaaaality!" the second punk teased.
It's then that Viorel rounded the corner behind the punks really fast...and bumped into Jerry, falling down on his backside.
"Ow - !" Viorel cried out. "(!) Uh...s-sorry, sir...?"
Rosa had now caught up to Viorel.
"Viorel, what did we tell...you...?" Sure enough, she saw the five punks towering over.
"What, being bumped into by a little boy knocks you down?" asked a punk. "Get with the program, Jerry!"
"I'm with the program!" insisted Jerry, brandishing his knife threateningly.
"I'm with the program!" insisted Jerry, brandishing his knife threateningly.
The dog-headed girl caught up to Viorel and Rosa.
"There you a - !" She quickly noticed the punks and their knives. "...Whoa now, let...let's not get aggressive with the little ones, okay?"
"Whuzzis?" Dick responded to the girl. "Snrk...Hahahaha! Well now, who let these dogs out?"
"Hehe, get a load of the weird bitch, Tom," the second punk said to the third one (Tom).
"Sweet," Tom said as he and the others brought out their knives. "Wonder if she knows any tricks?"
Jagger and Chick's eyes widened at the sight of these knives. There was something off about them...
"I-I didn't know someone was around the corner, Sable! I swear!" Viorel pleaded to the dog-headed girl (Sable).
"G-Get behind me! I'll handle these creeps," Sable said as Viorel and Rosa quickly hid behind her legs.
"Come on now, let's see some obedience!" Dick taunted, pointing his knife at Sable's face. "Go on, beg!"
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Just as Reginald had completed his purchase at the store, Morrigan started flapping her wings and inaudibly squawking.
"(?) Manners, Morrigan! Now what's gotten your feathers in a ruffle?" Reginald asked.
It's then that some scents caught Reginald's nose.
"Hm - ? {sniff sniff} (!) Oh my...!"
"There you a - !" She quickly noticed the punks and their knives. "...Whoa now, let...let's not get aggressive with the little ones, okay?"
"Whuzzis?" Dick responded to the girl. "Snrk...Hahahaha! Well now, who let these dogs out?"
"Hehe, get a load of the weird bitch, Tom," the second punk said to the third one (Tom).
"Sweet," Tom said as he and the others brought out their knives. "Wonder if she knows any tricks?"
Jagger and Chick's eyes widened at the sight of these knives. There was something off about them...
"I-I didn't know someone was around the corner, Sable! I swear!" Viorel pleaded to the dog-headed girl (Sable).
"G-Get behind me! I'll handle these creeps," Sable said as Viorel and Rosa quickly hid behind her legs.
"Come on now, let's see some obedience!" Dick taunted, pointing his knife at Sable's face. "Go on, beg!"
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Just as Reginald had completed his purchase at the store, Morrigan started flapping her wings and inaudibly squawking.
"(?) Manners, Morrigan! Now what's gotten your feathers in a ruffle?" Reginald asked.
It's then that some scents caught Reginald's nose.
"Hm - ? {sniff sniff} (!) Oh my...!"
Jerry flicks his knife at Sable, pulling back right before he can cut her.
"What's wrong, little doggy?" asked Jerry. "Don't you know? You can only get a treat if you beg!"
"What's wrong, little doggy?" asked Jerry. "Don't you know? You can only get a treat if you beg!"
"Rrr...Bite me!!" Sable shouted, swinging a left claw at Jerry's face.
"Bad girl!!" Dick retorted, about to stab Sable with his knife...
"Stop right there!!" Jagger shouted, rushing in on the five thugs and kicking one of them back. Tom stumbled from trying to dodge this kick, falling onto his backside.
"Ow - !"
"Grrr...!" Dick changed his knife's direction and plunged it into Jagger's thigh.
"!!!"
Upon this, Jagger's leg went numb and fell limp, bringing the nephal to the ground, grasping his leg in pain.
"(!) Jag!!" Chick shouted, running in.
"M-My leg...!" Jagger groaned. He then looked to the knife stuck in his thigh. "This...?!"
"Heh...!" Dick chuckled with a wide smirk on his face.
However, a blur of dark wind appeared between him and (a surprised) Sable, materializing into a leering Reginald.
"What the - ?? Oh great, the big dog's here," Dick deadpanned.
"Attacking younglings...Have you no shame?" Reginald asked in a tranquil fury.
"Kiss my ass, mongrel!!" Dick retorted, grabbing Tom's knife and attempting to stab Reginald's arm with it.
However, Reginald's arm burst apart into mist, making the stab miss. The arm then rematerialized around Dick's arm, constricting it hard enough to make him drop his knife to the ground.
"Bad girl!!" Dick retorted, about to stab Sable with his knife...
"Stop right there!!" Jagger shouted, rushing in on the five thugs and kicking one of them back. Tom stumbled from trying to dodge this kick, falling onto his backside.
"Ow - !"
"Grrr...!" Dick changed his knife's direction and plunged it into Jagger's thigh.
"!!!"
Upon this, Jagger's leg went numb and fell limp, bringing the nephal to the ground, grasping his leg in pain.
"(!) Jag!!" Chick shouted, running in.
"M-My leg...!" Jagger groaned. He then looked to the knife stuck in his thigh. "This...?!"
"Heh...!" Dick chuckled with a wide smirk on his face.
However, a blur of dark wind appeared between him and (a surprised) Sable, materializing into a leering Reginald.
"What the - ?? Oh great, the big dog's here," Dick deadpanned.
"Attacking younglings...Have you no shame?" Reginald asked in a tranquil fury.
"Kiss my ass, mongrel!!" Dick retorted, grabbing Tom's knife and attempting to stab Reginald's arm with it.
However, Reginald's arm burst apart into mist, making the stab miss. The arm then rematerialized around Dick's arm, constricting it hard enough to make him drop his knife to the ground.
Jerry is clawed across the face.
"My face!" exclaimed Jerry. "How am I going to pick up chicks now?"
"Not like you ever could pick up chicks before, Jerry!" said another punk.
This fourth punk and Jerry rush Reginald, bringing their knives at him from opposite sides.
"My face!" exclaimed Jerry. "How am I going to pick up chicks now?"
"Not like you ever could pick up chicks before, Jerry!" said another punk.
This fourth punk and Jerry rush Reginald, bringing their knives at him from opposite sides.
Chick rolled into the fourth punk and then struck him back with a Gnasher high-kick. As for Jerry, Morrigan flew off of Reginald's shoulder and transformed into a large hellbird (Morrigan Cazador), tackling Jerry and rushing him into a wall.
"Agh - ! Uh...wow, this didn't go well," Dick said, his confidence dwindling.
"I would definitely say it was a total bunk," Reginald commented, brandishing his Fumigeno broom and whacking Dick upside the head with it, making him fall to the ground.
"Woohoo! Go, Dad!" Viorel cheered.
"Agh - ! Uh...wow, this didn't go well," Dick said, his confidence dwindling.
"I would definitely say it was a total bunk," Reginald commented, brandishing his Fumigeno broom and whacking Dick upside the head with it, making him fall to the ground.
"Woohoo! Go, Dad!" Viorel cheered.
Chick got the punks cuffed while Reginald helped Jagger up onto his feet.
"Yer under arrest for three counts of assault, two of which are on minors," Chick stated.
"T-That's bullroar!" Tom protested.
Jagger struggled to keep balanced with his numb leg.
"Just be lucky we're nice enough to overlook the 'assault on an officer' charges..." Jagger snarked in a resentful tone.
"Easy now, sir..." Reginald said, helping Jagger stand up straight. "Your leg doesn't look healed yet."
Sable was still trying to catch her breath. It's then that she turned away from the group, lightning a cigarette with a brimstone-lit claw and sucking on it. She exhaled a cloud of smoke, feeling a bit calmer. A police wagon drove in, the back opening up.
"We'll also be checkin' them knives o' yours," Chick said to the punks. "Considerin' what it did to Jag, I bet you've got yer hands on cold-iron blades...in which case, yeh might be in WAY deeper!"
"Oh come on!" Dick complained. "So what if we got some weird-metal weapons on us??"
"Cold-iron...kinda requires a permit...like any high-level weapon..." Jagger pointed out.
With that, the five punks were locked in the wagon back and sent off to the police facility.
"Alright, let's go check those kni - " Jagger was saying, but...
"Hold up, kid," Chick said. "Yeh might wanna get that stab wound checked before yeh do anythin' else."
"Hm, I hear the hospital staff found a method for removing cold-iron traces," Reginald said. "It's been proven to work with that one Ninmenjushin."
"..."
"Yer under arrest for three counts of assault, two of which are on minors," Chick stated.
"T-That's bullroar!" Tom protested.
Jagger struggled to keep balanced with his numb leg.
"Just be lucky we're nice enough to overlook the 'assault on an officer' charges..." Jagger snarked in a resentful tone.
"Easy now, sir..." Reginald said, helping Jagger stand up straight. "Your leg doesn't look healed yet."
Sable was still trying to catch her breath. It's then that she turned away from the group, lightning a cigarette with a brimstone-lit claw and sucking on it. She exhaled a cloud of smoke, feeling a bit calmer. A police wagon drove in, the back opening up.
"We'll also be checkin' them knives o' yours," Chick said to the punks. "Considerin' what it did to Jag, I bet you've got yer hands on cold-iron blades...in which case, yeh might be in WAY deeper!"
"Oh come on!" Dick complained. "So what if we got some weird-metal weapons on us??"
"Cold-iron...kinda requires a permit...like any high-level weapon..." Jagger pointed out.
With that, the five punks were locked in the wagon back and sent off to the police facility.
"Alright, let's go check those kni - " Jagger was saying, but...
"Hold up, kid," Chick said. "Yeh might wanna get that stab wound checked before yeh do anythin' else."
"Hm, I hear the hospital staff found a method for removing cold-iron traces," Reginald said. "It's been proven to work with that one Ninmenjushin."
"..."
"This is all your fault, Jerry," complained one of the punks in the paddy wagon.
"Fuck you, man!" said Jerry. "Just- just fuck you!"
"Fuck you, man!" said Jerry. "Just- just fuck you!"
With the police wagon off to Fantasma Bastion...
"Alright, time to get to the nitty-gritty," Chick said, gathering the bagged knives and signaling for his motorbike to wheel over. "They should be bringin' someone from General teh fix that stab wound real soon."
"I can wait," Jagger said, sitting down on a nearby bench and resting his limp leg.
"I'd best wait here with the officer," Reginald said. "You can go on ahead without me, kids."
"Sure..." Sable muttered.
"But if something does happen, don't hesitate to - "
"We know, daddy," Rosa said.
"Alright, then."
Sable led her siblings to the diner while Chick drove off to Fantasma Bastion. Now all Jagger and Reginald can do is wait.
"Alright, time to get to the nitty-gritty," Chick said, gathering the bagged knives and signaling for his motorbike to wheel over. "They should be bringin' someone from General teh fix that stab wound real soon."
"I can wait," Jagger said, sitting down on a nearby bench and resting his limp leg.
"I'd best wait here with the officer," Reginald said. "You can go on ahead without me, kids."
"Sure..." Sable muttered.
"But if something does happen, don't hesitate to - "
"We know, daddy," Rosa said.
"Alright, then."
Sable led her siblings to the diner while Chick drove off to Fantasma Bastion. Now all Jagger and Reginald can do is wait.
Soon after, an ambulance from Tracgram General drives up to Jagger and company, with a doctor opening up the back doors and taking a look at Jagger.
"I take it you're the Nephal?" asked the doctor.
"I take it you're the Nephal?" asked the doctor.
"This might sting a little," said the doctor, pulling out a syringe filled with mysterious liquid.
The doctor injected the liquid into Jagger, causing a brief burning sensation, then making his leg numb. The bits of cold iron in Jagger's body start moving towards the surface of his skin, but don't go far enough to pierce it.
"In a few minutes minutes it'll be safe to remove those," said the doctor, getting a tray with various surgical implements on it. "But this should be a relatively painless procedure."
The doctor injected the liquid into Jagger, causing a brief burning sensation, then making his leg numb. The bits of cold iron in Jagger's body start moving towards the surface of his skin, but don't go far enough to pierce it.
"In a few minutes minutes it'll be safe to remove those," said the doctor, getting a tray with various surgical implements on it. "But this should be a relatively painless procedure."
Well, his leg was already numb (psion flow being cut off by the cold-iron and all), but as the traces gathered away from the stab, Jagger could feel his leg again, a bit less painful than most would think.
"Thanks," Jagger said. "I, uh, don't think any of us called, though. How'd you guys know so soon?"
"Thanks," Jagger said. "I, uh, don't think any of us called, though. How'd you guys know so soon?"
"What do you mean, none of you called?" asked the doctor, setting down next to Jagger with a scalpel and tongs. "There was a blonde guy at the hospital who said you were injured."
He got to work cutting open Jagger's leg and removing the cold iron shards.
He got to work cutting open Jagger's leg and removing the cold iron shards.