@SanbeWhy does this sentence feel so sarcastic when I know it isn't?
I composed it in earnest ^^. Regarding your earlier statement about Ian and Emmett, I welcome the idea of the two having a history together. Send me a PM if you wish to entertain the thought further. You may find I'm not too bad of a fellow.
“In conclusion Mister Silvers, ownership of your home is legally enforced by the deed you possess, so marking your territory is both unnecessary and unsavory.” Upon finishing his statement, Emmett eased from his forward and direct posture. Leaning back into his chair, Emmett could see the old and timid Mister Silvers was still shivering with anxiety, despite the leniency he had been granted. Mister Silver's attorney, a slickly styled vampire, grinned insincerely while gesturing his leave. As the attorney and Mister Silvers motioned to leave the office, Emmett bid them farewell by playfully insisting they stay out of trouble, yet immediately regretted doing so. His remark did not change the tension in the air, and his visitors departed in silence.
Now alone, Emmett began stowing his books, records, and other accessories away. Morning would come soon, which meant less shenanigans among Diehlstadt's citizens, at least that is his hope. Despite the fact he intended to end his workday, Emmett still lingered in the courthouse for an extended period. Emmett is notorious for intruding on the affairs of the staff, whether he is helpful or not, and today is a particularly egregious example of this. He engaged nearly everyone he encountered on his way to the exit, receiving innumerable polite dismissals before finally stepping outside.
Emmett does not own a vehicle, never feeling fatigue, he prefers to walk everywhere he goes. The sun rose as steadily as Emmett walked, Diehlstadt growing more lively as sunlight washed over the town. Creatures and people of every description began spilling into the streets, yet the creatures of the night quickly retreated into their homes. Thoughts of Mister Silvers swirled in the golem's mind, the poor old werewolf spent a moonlit night stewing in Emmett's office over a matter of decency. The cycle of night and day meant little to a golem, but Emmett knew its importance to other creatures.
He was undisturbed by the cold weather, until his long overcoat began flapping wildly in the wind, revealing a fine navy suit underneath. He quickly clamped a hand atop his homburg hat, hoping to catch it before it flies off. The wind is the only source of trouble Emmett could find as he wanders through town. It is early yet, few problems have shown themselves. When lacking tasks to complete, a golem must find subjects to learn. Having spent an entire evening making difficult and serious decisions, Emmett figured he is long overdue in making a nonsensical one.
Entering a modest looking establishment, Emmett doffs his hat, revealing the magic runes inscribed upon him. Turning his head like the turret of a battle cruiser to meet the receptionist of the facility, Emmett announces “Hello, my name is Emmett Pierce, and I would like to schedule an examination with Doctor Pierce please.”
Name: Emmett Pierce Age: 515 Gender: Identifies as Male Race: Golem, Clay
Appearance: Sculpted to be eight feet in height and possessing a burly physique, Emmett's clay body was designed to emulate an idolized male form. Nonetheless, his head and neck consist of only a smooth dome, which is disproportionately tall. The only features on his domed head are a single bore-hole facing forward, and magical runes etched near the peak. Aside from body language, his single facial hole is his only tool of expression, Emmett can morph the dimensions of this hole so that it resembles a cycloptic eye, and uses it to portray the illusion of eye contact, or any emotion that he may currently feel. Valuable turquoise, indigo, and yellow dye compose intricate and beautiful patterns over Emmett's body, but time and conflict have weathered these once vibrant colors dull, and earthen blotches of clay blemish regions of his body. To mask his often ragged appearance, Emmett will often don fine clothing, unless he anticipates an active or laborious day.
Job: Diehlstadt Township Justice of the Peace
Justice of the Peace: A judge who handles minor legal matters such as misdemeanors, small claims actions, and traffic matters in "justice courts."... but they now exist primarily in rural "justice districts" from which it is unreasonable for the public to travel to the county seat for trials of minor matters.
"Justice of the Peace." West's Encyclopedia of American Law, edition 2. 2008. The Gale Group 11 May. 2015 http://legal-dictionary.thefreedictionary.com/Justice+of+the+Peace
Essentially, Emmett will resolve communal disputes, enforce legal action on criminal activity that doesn't belong in a higher court, and send mail you wont like.
Personality: To Emmett, there is always another subject to learn, adventure to embark upon, or issue to resolve. He possesses an unwavering curiosity thanks to his tireless mind and body, and he feels encouraged to act inquisitively toward others. Methodical and formal, Emmett's mannerisms reflect the serious nature of his position. Despite this, Emmett is aware that his presence is intimidating to many, and he attempts to ease this discomfort with humor, often unsuccessfully. Outside judicial affairs, Emmett's humble attitude is more apparent. He is an old fellow who struggles to maintain balance in his dichotomous life.
Background: When constructed, Emmett was designed to be a guardian for the humans who built him, which placed him at odds against other mythical creatures. After an uncertain amount of time, Emmett forsake his role as guardian, instead choosing to embark upon a journey of self discovery. Eventually, he settled in young Diehlstadt, believing it is an ideal place to achieve what he claims is “Harmony.” Humbly, he began as a laborer, a duty he happily fulfilled, yet Emmett always strove to adopt more and greater responsibilities. Gradually, he escalated to the position he holds today, in addition, he insists on contributing to other affairs as well. Emmett's reputation and position in Diehlstadt ensure that he is well known among its citizens, but not well understood. He doesn't relish in discussing either his background or personal ambitions, but his actions indicate he is striving toward something.
Slipping off his sandals, Joel wandered near the turning tide of Mineral Beach. The hot sand had the priest hopping for the first few steps, until the cool ocean waves washed over his feet. Taking a small breath of relief, Joel began setting up his station. Measuring the distance of the surf, he wandered around the coast with a long pipe-like tube, tackle box, and fishing rod. Seeming to find an appropriate spot, he dug the tub deep into the wave-lapped sand, and began baiting his rod. A soft whisting sound ringed in the air as Joel cast his line into the surf. Anchoring his rod into the tube, Joel excitedly walked back to dry sand, where a chair awaited him. Taking a moment to admire the lovely wooden chair before him, Joel sat down upon it and watched his rod, reflecting on his morning. His contemplation about David and Alex were swept aside for a moment as a smile cracked on Joel’s face while ruminating on his morning with La Rosa. The scarlet lady had given Joel the closest thing he has had to a date in decades, complete with unsubtle innuendos. A fine day of surveying beautiful art and sharing breakfast with a lovely lady is a good for the soul. Joel even managed to come away with one of La Rosa’s fine pieces, the chair he was currently sitting on. She warned the priest that this chair lacks a varnish, and it would be unwise to use it for fishing close to the water. However, Joel thinks that planting the chair farther back along the beach will suffice.
Joel sat back in the chair relaxing in the glowing sun, and eagerly waits for his dinner to bite his line. Finding a break in the day, Pearl unrolls a sandwich out of a cloth wrapping, and sets himself a place to eat on his counter. Though he cleaned his station spotless after G had left his shop, the shopkeeper could not help but remember that harsh black soot stood there a moment ago, which unnerved him enough to move his meal to his back desk. Pearl hastily snacked upon his sandwich in the hope of finishing his meal and cleaning up before anyone catches him eating. He was especially anxious now, for he recalled that a new farmer was in town, and Pearl was eager to meet the new resident, but alas, he has a duty to remain in his shop. The new resident could wander in at any time, so Pearl found himself worrying over details that he was usually unfazed by. Thank goodness Pearl’s memory finally caught up with him, but it appeared to also cause him unnecessary stress.
Hello folks, some important matters are preventing me from posting for awhile, but I plan to compose one tonight. After today, I will be free to log in and post on most days. Thank you for your patience.