#drp starter

Being an emperor was hard work. Being an Empress was harder. And at Yzma’s age, she knew public opinion wouldn’t sway immediately in her favor if something “happened” to the emperor. She was the most qualified, obviously, but she had a feeling that the people wouldn’t know what to make of her. She’d have to sway the dimwitted villagers to her cause. So the first step was to make a plan. 

She could make a potion that would turn people into sheep, and then she could mass produce it and sell it off as a dietary supplement, OR BETTER YET, an energy drink! And then she could make another potion for her guards to make them into herding wolves or something like that. All of the empire would be sheep and have to follow her orders, and they’d be too afraid to stand against her, lest the dogs put them back in line. IT WAS PERFECT!

But she’d have to find out what the people liked first. So instead, she’d go about the lands and learn. She needed to catch up on her politics, and her geography. Because right now she was lost. She’d insisted on exploring on her own, since she had no idea where Kronk had gotten to. Probably cooking something that wouldn’t help me. So no she was lost nearby a town and rubbing her chin in thought as the very confusing map, continued to confuse her. 

Mirage stood looking at the nameplate on her desk and pursed her lips. She sighed and shifted it slightly to the right. Not quite she thought, and then giving it another slight nudge to the side, felt satisfied in the arrangement. Her desk was organized and the walls of the new office space were relatively bare. They were waiting to be filled with clues and clippings for upcoming cases. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t thought of it before. A super spy agent, who got out of the game because she wanted to stop having to deal with the regular rules of the government she’d been a part of. Tired of hearing about super villain monologues and plans to take over the world. All this time Mirage thought seeking adventure and making big plans was what she needed to keep going. To look a madman in the face and say ‘I’m gonna stop your plan once and for all’ would somehow make life make more sense. 

Mirage wasn’t a hero, she wasn’t a super. She was a skilled agent, and her training would only do so much when it came to whackos who could throw a car or fire lasers from their eyes. Sure there weren’t any now, but someday? Probably. Maybe a little dose of normal was what she needed. Following black vans, sneaking across rooftops, and taking photos of a cheating husband or wife, wasn’t exactly normal. But it was for her. Smoothing out her skirt and sitting in the cushy leather swivvel chair behind the desk, Mirage let a real smile come across her face as she looked at the glass writing on the door at the front of the office. Even though it was backwards from this view, she knew anyone who passed would read it fine.

Elizabeth “Mirage” Junez. Private Investigator. 

Mirage didn’t believe in monsters. Not ghosts or demons or any supernatural creature of the world. She knew men were worse than anything in the shadows, and that genetics could make someone into something more, not an ancient ritual or “curse.” She was a woman of science and logic more than anything. So why she always felt on edge during the month of Halloween was a strange thing. Maybe it was left over from her time as a child and all the Day of the Dead celebrations? Whatever it was, she was determined not to let it bother her. 

She sat at the table drumming her fingers along the smooth surface as she waited for her guest. She’d heard and read quite a lot about the woman who’d gone off into the jungles to learn and explore, and she admired that. So Mirage took up the opportunity to send the woman a letter asking if they could get to know each other. Ladies with bright minds who wouldn’t be unnerved by things like spirits and monsters. Right?