The Name's Jimmy Kincaid. I'm a Paranormal Investigator and neighborhood troubleshooter, so go ahead: Ask Me Anything

Yeah. Hey. I guess it's my turn up on the chopping block. A couple'a Jackpointers've done me a couple'a solids in the not-too-distant past, so it's time for me to return the favor. A man's gotta pay his debts, right?

For starters, I recently contributed to the JP data-drop, "Emerald Shadows." I was talking about Puyallup, my hometown, trying to help out non-locals or whatever. Hard Exit assures me that handled one favor, but I still owe a little interest. She's feisty when you sass her, so instead of back-talkin' I'm gonna just bite the bullet and jump through this hoop, too.

Before anybody asks, I ain't no shadowrunner. I'm a PI. I work the northern region of Puyallup when I can, head down south when I have to, and wander out into greater Seattle when lives're at stake and rates are doubled.

I'm a licensed practitioner, bonded and insured, if paperwork's your worry. I'm a certified Master of the Apotropaic Arts from U-Dub, I cut my teeth back in Lone Star when that meant somethin', and my dues're all paid up with the Hermetic Order of the Auric Aurora.

I solve problems. I ask questions. I know people. I dole out favors, I call 'em in, I try to leave my corner of the city better than I found it. I find folks who need finding, hide folks who need hiding, and try to get the shitheels in this town to talk to each other instead of pullin' drive-bys and settin' car bombs.

I'm not above hunting the occasional bounty or handling wards or other magical maintenance and consultations, but my bread and butter's the odd job, the tail-chase, the long contract.

So. I kinda got the hang of it from watching these last few folks give it a shot, so let's just get this ball rollin', I guess. Ask away.