~The Sheriff~
"Woah!" The bulky man belted, as debris fell from somewhere he didn't see. He stumbled and tripped, feeling some of the rubble entrap his hair. Pulling as hard as he could, he stood back up to see the thief's leg caught under the debris.
"I really gotta get a haircut..." He noticed around him now were more people than he interacts with in a day. "I hope all this attention doesn't cause another dock in my pay... Anyway!" He walked over to the thief, and tied a rope around his hands. "You're going to the station."
Stumbling and rubbing his head, he walked over to Varius, with the thief in hand.
"I saw what you did. You have a lot of strength! We could use someone like you. My name is Gumshoe. Lots of people call me the Sheriff, but I'm more of a detective." He looked to the side, to a horse standing nearby and it's assumed rider. "You too as well! We don't have many horses in our ranks, and we're pretty low on staff. If you make up your mind, come to our building!"
~James Harper~
"You're amazing, ya know?" Those words resonated inside James upon hearing them- he didn't receive compliments often. He looked at Vanitas and smiled somewhat awkwardly.
"Th-thanks!" James continued to listen to Vanitas, talking about his thoughts on the Journal- and James thought he was right. Why did the Journal always have an empty entry upon sleep, but was written in the next morning? How does it know what is going to make society happy?
"I... never questioned the Journal before.. I always thought, 'who wouldn't want to be happy?' and followed it anyway, even when it said dumb things like 'eat one extra corn chip.'" James had recovered, and was speaking much more steadily than before. "Anyone else say anything to you?"
James stopped upon seeing the glowing items glaring in front of him now. He hurriedly grabbed two, throwing one at Vanitas. "There's three more, but we will start with these.
The Keepers. James began skimming through, picking out key statements and sentences. 'Avid followers of The Journal. Created by our Lord. Not human.' There wasn't a lot written on this book, which was surprising for it's size. In fact, most of the pages were empty, and the words were hastily written.
The Lord...? Who would that be...? James looked to another book and picked it out.