Post by Gerard Angelo on Sept 9, 2019 21:22:20 GMT -5
**The following footage is from the Department of Magical Protection archives. This footage is classified and may only be viewed by DMP officials with a Class 7 rank or higher. Any unauthorized viewing will result in disciplinary action including (but not limited to) rank demotion, termination, and memory modification.**
MAGICAL DATE: Year 6734, Post Merlin.
NON-MAGICAL DATE: 08/27/2019
The letters fade away and are replaced with footage from an overhead camera. Gerard Angelo and the elf Amanda sit infant of the Chief Inspector’s desk. The short satyr stands on his leather chair in order to see over the mountains of papers and books stacked on his desk. They seem to have already been in discussion about something to do with magic as the Chief Inspector is talking while Amanda is nodding along. Gerard is leaning back in his chair, giving them both a raised eyebrow.
“So, as I was saying,” the Chief Inspector continues as he tugs on his beard, “there are always humans born with the propensity of Magic. Very famous magicians and wizards, such as Harold Houdini, David Blaine, and of course, the very famous hero Merlin. All were Electi.”
Gerry snorts.
“Merlin? That’s real?”
“Yes, very much so.” The Chief says as he nods. “Is that hard for you to believe? I’m sure you didn’t think elves and satyrs were real but the Deputy Inspector and I put that to bed, no?”
He smiled at Gerry from behind his black and grey beard and Gerard just shrugged.
“I’m still convinced someone slipped me a massive dose of acid at a party.”
Amanda kicks the Hollywood Hero in the ankle and gives him a look. The Chief Inspector doesn’t look pleased but he continues.
“You are one of these humans. An Electi, or Chosen. That means you have the ability to interact with Magical creatures such as Amanda, or the golem you met in the forest. There are also different levels to which the Electi can use Magic themselves.”
“So, your saying I can do card tricks? Awesome.” Gerry says as he smirks. The Chief Inspector sighs as Amanda glares daggers at the wrestler/actor.
“Maybe,” The Chief says, resting his small, hairy, hands-on a big stack of leather-bound books as he leans over them. “Or you can be a great and powerful wizard-like Merlin himself.”
“I’m already waiting for a half-giant to pop in here and say, ‘You’re a wizard, Gerry.’”
Amanda scowls at Gerard.
“This isn’t a joke, Gerard. We are trying to explain things to you. You don’t have to like it, but these are serious things. You need to accept that.”
Gerard looks at Amanda than the satyr. He sighs and then nods. The Chief Inspector glances at Amanda and gives her a nod before he speaks again.
“Even though you are Electi, we need to find out why the entity is choosing to contact you. We haven’t seen anything like this in probably a thousand years.”
That causes Gerard to sit up.
“Well do you know who, or what, it is?”
The Chief Inspector tugs on his beard again before shaking his head.
“Honestly, we don’t. And it is frustrating. But we are launching a full-scale investigation into your situation, Gerard. The faster we find out what it is, the sooner we can nip the problem in the bud, as you humans say.”
Gerard wants to say something snarky but bites his tongue.
“So, while you are investigating, what do you want me to do?”
“Just live your life.” The satyr says with a small shrug. “Go wrestle, or act. Or eat weird things inside taco shells. Whatever humans usually do.”
“Well, thanks so much for that.” Gerard deadpans, but no one catches on. “So are we done here?”
The Chief Inspector nods.
“Yes, yes. Deputy Inspector will you take him home?”
Amanda nods as she and Gerard stand up. They turn to exit the office when the Chief Inspector stops them.
“Wait, wait!” He exclaims before pulling open the big drawer behind his desk and rummaging around in it. Gerard turns back around when the satyr produces a massive, leather-bound book about the size of the Chief Inspector’s body. It was about as thick as a phone book too. Gerry looks at it then back at the goat man, who grins at him from under the giant red nose.
“A little light reading, if you will.” He says as he extends the book out across the desk. Gerard grabs it, and almost drops it on the desk, not expecting the weight. Gerry recovers through and looks at the brown leather cover. Golden runes adore the cover which suddenly changes in front of Gerard’s eyes. The form of English letters read, A BRIEF HISTORY OF MAGIC. Gerry looks up at the satyr.
“Really?”
“Yes, please read. It might help shed some light on your situation, and ultimately help you accept what you’ve learned recently.”
Gerard wants to protest but he just nods.
“Thank you.” The Hollywood Hero says before he turns around and both he and Amanda exit the office. The door clicks behind them and the old satyr sighs. Reaches into the drawer where he procured the book from and pulls a wineskin from it this time. The Chief Inspector pops the cork and lifts it to his lips, draining what looks like about half of its contents in one gulp. Suddenly a phone is heard ringing. The satyr pulls the wineskin from his lips and being to shuffle around the chaos on his desk. He manages to find the phone around the fourth ring and answers it.
“Hello?” he asks.
The Chief Inspector listens for a little before the color seems to drain from his face, even in his big red nose.
“Well, this is a problem.”
With that, the feed cuts out to static.