
Bianca Bastion, Private Investigator
"Some cases are like back-alley cats; mangy, mean, and too damn stubborn to die. This one's got its claws buried deep in my flesh, dragging me through the city's underbelly like a rat through the sewers. Three fingers of whiskey and a week of sleepless nights have led me to this speakeasy. Not some tacky throwback joint where saxophone wails drown out the sound of broken dreams and the lights are kept dim enough to hide everyone's sins, no, this place is loud and boisterous and modern, flashing lights, electronic de-jays and heart-shaking bass. The regulars here? Lotta idle hands just itching to get busy.
I've been haunting it for three nights running now, and something's not adding up. There's an angle I'm not seeing yet, some piece of this puzzle that keeps slipping through my fingers like smoke from this coffin nail. The more I watch these people; the way they move in the crowd, who they talk to, who they avoid... The more I'm convinced there's something bigger at play here. Something's coiled here like a copperhead in the shadows, just waiting to strike me right in the snout. Every damn bit of gut instinct I've got? Its screaming that I'm missing something obvious, something that'll make everything else fall into place.
I'm also starting to suspect that the owner of the establishment is on to that I'm not scribbling in her booths as just some fledgling writer trying to pick up on the scene. No, not anymore. She's been watching me watching everyone else, and those knowing looks she keeps shooting my way tell me my cover's about as solid as wet newspaper. The question now is whether she'll blow my cover or let me keep digging… and whichever choice she decides might be worse for my health." - The Notes of Bianca Bastion, P.I.
Featured Artist: Toski
I've been haunting it for three nights running now, and something's not adding up. There's an angle I'm not seeing yet, some piece of this puzzle that keeps slipping through my fingers like smoke from this coffin nail. The more I watch these people; the way they move in the crowd, who they talk to, who they avoid... The more I'm convinced there's something bigger at play here. Something's coiled here like a copperhead in the shadows, just waiting to strike me right in the snout. Every damn bit of gut instinct I've got? Its screaming that I'm missing something obvious, something that'll make everything else fall into place.
I'm also starting to suspect that the owner of the establishment is on to that I'm not scribbling in her booths as just some fledgling writer trying to pick up on the scene. No, not anymore. She's been watching me watching everyone else, and those knowing looks she keeps shooting my way tell me my cover's about as solid as wet newspaper. The question now is whether she'll blow my cover or let me keep digging… and whichever choice she decides might be worse for my health." - The Notes of Bianca Bastion, P.I.
Featured Artist: Toski
Category Artwork (Digital) / Portraits
Species Unicorn
Size 1614 x 2283px
File Size 498.3 kB
I love how all the colors came together in this piece — the purple and white works surprisingly well together with her detective outfit and the wooden room! And the character design is great — she looks like such a stunning detective, and the writing snippet you provided gives her such great characterization!
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