Pinky: He seems sensible enough. Willing to play ball, too. Realizes nobody stands to gain from his people making a mess.
Julie-anne: Now, Drusilla over here needs to be watched closely. As sharp as a washing machine full of razors, and about as safe to handle.
Paul: Seems almost surprisingly chill, considering. Give it time…
Blossom of snow, may you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever
Edelweiss, edelweiss
Bless my homeland forever
You can get away with murder if you've got a badge
I fought the law and I won
I fought the law and I won
I fought the law and I won
I am the law, so I won
I know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise
I know that you have 'cause there's magic in my eyes
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Even though I can't feel what you feel
I understand, and we move forward
Better than alone, yeah I am
I'm so much better by your side
than lost in night
I have my own reasons
But I'll believe for you
Irish:
Reasonable enough when they're sober, which is never. They usually clean up their own mess… not WELL, mind you, but bless their hearts at least they try. Buy them a drink; the way to an Irishman's heart is through his liver, or what's left of it.
Italians:
They think they've got style. Me, I think they take it a bit too far. A gorilla in a suit is still a gorilla, you know? Still, at least they're better cooks than the Irish (not that that's hard).
Russians:
Not too much of a Mafiya presence in town, or so they'd like us to think. Usually when they DO surface, things get real messy real fast. Like, "hope there's a sale on body bags" messy.
Albanians:
They sell kids. Remember: always double tap. Bullets are cheap, trials are expensive.
Greeks:
Beats me. They practically never kill anyone, so we don't cross paths often. Good for them, I guess.
Aryans:
Look, beating up blacks and threatening jews on Twitter isn't going to sell anyone on the whole master race thing, alright? It just makes you look like dicks. How about you get a fucking job instead? Like, instead of saying you're better, you actually go and prove it?
The Celestial Chorus:
Hands off the altar boy, freak. I don't care what the Pope says, kids are off-limits.
Sahajiya:
Public nudity, whatever-ing under the influence, possession of narcotics, sexually harrassing a police officer, disorderly conduct… I could go on. You have the right to remain silent, but probably not the ability.
Akashayana:
Yeah, yeah, you do kung fu, whatever. It's not that hard.
Kha'vadi:
Peyote? You don't look native american to me… ah, you know what, fuck it. I'm Homicide, not Narcotics.
Chakravanti:
Yes, I realize some people just need killing, but it's still my job to catch murderers. Quit leaving corpses where I can find them!
Mercurial Elite:
About as likely to do their thing while naked as the Sahajiya, but usually nowhere near as attractive.
Order of Hermes:
Take off the pointy hat, you look ridiculous.
Verbenae:
If you've got beef with that whole "suffer not a witch to live" thing, take it up with the Choristers. Witchcraft is perfectly legal these days, and even if it wasn't it wouldn't be my problem.
Vampires:
Mind shields to full, and don't let them get you a drink. Assume that everything they say has an ulterior motive that is not in your best interests, and try to pack incendiary bullets. That said, some of them at least have manners. Be polite, but don't trust them.
Werethings:
Do I look like animal control to you? Not my jurisdiction.
Wraiths:
My job would be so much easier if murder victims would just tell me who killed them. Inadmissable in a court of law, though. Besides, it would ruin the challenge.
Fairies:
Haven't seen any. Haven't seen a lot of things, though. Helps to keep an open mind.
Marauders:
Let the Technocrats handle them.
Technocrats:
Let the Marauders handle them.
Nephandi:
Help the Technocrats handle them. Some things are more important than ideological differences.
Disparates:
Oh, who even cares?