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bakerstreet2016-03-06 02:53 pm
memeorabilia) wrote in bakerstreet2016-03-06 02:53 pm
Buddy Cop AU meme
You're two renegade cops with nothing to lose. A loose cannon who plays by his own rules and a tight cannon who plays by everyone else's rules. Will Smith and Martin Lawrence. Shit's getting real? You better believe it. Shit's always real when you two are on the beat. This, is the Buddy Cop AU post.
Rules:
1) You're a character posting in a meme (blank or not, don't care) with your character's name and fandom in the subject line.
2) They're a character replying to your comment.
3) YOU FIGHT CRIME!
For the creatively stunted, I do have some prompts if ya need 'em.
1. Out On The Beat
Out on patrol in your squad vehicle of choice or on foot. Looking out for action, be it someone stealing from a little old lady or a gang getting ready to beat some poor schmo up.
2. No Time for Backup!
Looks like they have you surrounded! It's a firefight/fistfight, and you two are in the middle of it! What are you gonna do? Run for it? Call for backup? Or go down in a blaze of glory? Or none of the above.
3. Next Time, I'll Have Your Badge!
One (or both) of you just got chewed out by the chief because your methods are reckless and unreliable! Seriously, you killed at least 40 people AND ran your squad car into their hideout! Who do you think you are? Also, you're off the case! What do you do now?
4. We're Going Undercover
No, not like that, you crazy smut writers. But, you're going to need to get the drop on these crooks, or get some info out of them. Luckily, you're a master of disguise. Yup, you two are going to have to dress up and act like them or something along those lines in order to get the info you want!
5. Looks Like He Was Murdered Over Here
Man, fuck those detectives. They aren't finding anything important. No, you and your buddy could probably figure this out just by looking about the crime scene. From the bloody outline on the wall to the lab in the basement, you probably have this covered. Just remember, don't touch anything.
6. A Good Ol' Fashioned Game Of--
Good Cop, Bad Cop. You finally got the lead you're been waiting on, and all that's left is to get the info you need out of them. Thus, you and your friend get the opportunity to interrogate the poor sucker and make sure that they talk. In order to do that, one of you might have to become a little unstable, and the other may have to act as if they're trying to comfort them. Don't forget to ask, WHERE ARE THEY
7. Another Day Done
Welp, you two are officially off duty. What're you going to do now? Go out for drinks? Go looking for trouble now that you're not restricted by the law? Or maybe talk about the tough day you had of foiling evil. Doesn't matter, now you have the whole night to think about it.
8. Wildcard
Mix/match or make your own. Anything goes!
credit goes to
ringomogirebeam
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Harry paused to wave a hand at the group of ten-plus mini-faeries moving, hopping, and bustling around in an agitated fashion, some of whom had the grace to look guilty at said wave, and spoke on.
"--managed to get it into their head to run a protection racket on my turf. And it went well, for awhile. But then the owner here, he did something that pissed off and yet scared the fey, and they went running to a bigger fey, General Minimus, here, who in turn, called in me, since I have connections to the law, The JSC, the white council, and the Fey Courts, all at once. And I'm his superior by his choice."
He sighed. Louder.
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The General put his hands on his hips, and looked indignant. He was just following the chain of command!
Murphy sighed, and threw her hands up at Harry. "What am I doing here, then? This is your circus!" And it was all she could do to keep from laughing. There were bubbles. Everywhere. She tried again. "What did they do, dump an entire box of detergent into one of the washing machines to get back at the manager for not paying them off?"
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Once Toot-toot had pointed him out, Harry ambled over to him, and knelt to one knee, bringing his head a lot closer to the size of the little one facing him, half-defiant, half unsure if now was the time to flee, and maybe past time.
"Okay. Let's do--" TOot-toot grabbed his shoulder and whispered in his ear, and Harry sighed, but nodded, and spoke more formally.
"By the accords and the rights of nobility and Wild Fae, I come to you, as called by my liegeling. Say on. What are you called, and what happened here?"
And then he had to sit there and listen as not just the main Fae, but a good two dozen wild fae all babbled over each other telling him their tale, and it was a tale, indeed.
It had apparently all started out as Red Fred's idea. Red Fred being one of the friends of the titular leader, Alvin The Bright. At the name, Harry vast a glance at Toot-toot, who's face was auspiciously immobile and full of barely concealed amusement. He had a feeling Toot-toot had been involved in the choosing of that use name.
Anyway, the idea had been to create a gang, an army of sorts, of bored fae, and to bring them together to create a protection racket, which, in their minds, really meant a gang combined with a labor union. Sort of. They had managed, via threats, 'accidents', and other means that Harry really didn't want to know about, to get multiple stores and businesses to employ them to clean, fix, and manage small matters around the businesses.
And everything had gone well, until, John Briemer, the owner of a newly fully working and clean laundromat, decided he didn't need them anymore, and tried to cut them out. Apparently, he had found a dark Fae willing to work for him and maintain the work, if a little less well, for less than the Fae Street Mob(their name for themselves) was demanding. And then he had thrown two out on their ears. hard.
As a result, they rioted, when Briemer's pet Fae was gone, and this was the result. When they were threatened by the Fae and Briemer, they called for help, and that resulted in Harry being there. Briemer had agreed to meet with someone for them, and they had called Toot, and Toot, well, that part Harry knew.
It was right about then that Harry heard the old and always unwelcome sound of a slide pulling back in a fun.
Sopmething told him that Briemer had arrived.
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As soon as she heard the gun being cocked, her own was out, pointed toward the source of the sound even as she turned to face it. Some of the smaller pixies scattered, ducking behind chairs, and washing machines. She heard a soft swish of air, and saw a flash of silver out the corner of her eye as Toot Toot drew his little swizzle stick in defense of his wayward people. She knew Harry would be on guard as well, but kept her focus on Briemer. Her finger rested alongside the trigger, and she spat out a harsh warning.
"Drop it."
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Of course, for him, that simply meant that his hands were ready to make some mojo, but this guy didn't know that.
"I don't think so, Miss Murphy. You and your 'Za Lord can get the hell out of my place before I make you do so." He almost seemed to chat the words, and Harry sidled closer to Murphy, that itching feeling growing. In a voice too quiet for anyone but Karrin to hear, he spoke.
"Bad magic in the air. Keep ready to roll."
Harry then spoke louder.
"Ah, we just were asked to come and find out what was going on, exactly, mister---?" Sure, he knew who this was, but sometimes self-important blowhards liked to toot their own horn. And maybe monologue. This guy could be that dumb.
Harry could hope.