[ one might think that wearing a bespoke suit, handmade leather shoes and a white burberry coat is perhaps not the wisest choice when heading out to battle monsters in the underground beneath a city, and yet that is precisely what thomas nightingale is wearing, despite his knowledge where he is going and with what goal in mind. in one hand, he carries what might pass for a walking stick. everything about him screams upper class and british, including his accent when he opens his mouth once underground. ]

If you wouldn't mind stepping behind me for a moment? [ it's clearly more of a request than a question. it might not be perfectly visible, but the moment whoever he was addressing complies, a shield of what appears to be pure energy rises up before nightingale at a command muttered under his breath. ] How were you planning on dispatching these monsters, if I may ask?

How many of you are familiar with the notion of magic, or with supernatural entities? If you're aware of the existence of either in your world, how are breaches of the peace by magical means investigated and sanctioned in your world? Magical crimes, if you will.