(First of all. This is my first thread like that so take it easy on me! ^^ Second of all. Let's play a game. Read the story and get clues for the mystery! Treat it like it's forum RP. Everytime someone comes with a correct answer for a riddle and actually post what his character does to solve it, the thief will leave another one. It's up to you if you will find the stolen goods and catch the burglar. There is one rule. I'm taking care of the progress in the story  Good luck adventurers!)
The Flea Circus.
Chapter 1
Hattrick
Captain Vincent Fitzroy of the Brass Blades had a relaxing day. No crime committed at all. No one to get arrested. No pesky sultansworn…  A Perfect day. Vince slicked his dark-brownhair and settled down for a nice mug of hot lominsan coffee. The taste of it was divine. The Captain enjoyed it. Nothing could ruin this perfectly serene day.
Almost
nothing…
-“CAPTAIN!â€â€“ It was Grad. Recently hired rookie Brass Blade, under Fitzroy’s command. Eighteen years old blonde, tossed some envelope on Captain’s desk.
-“It better not be another bribe… I’m tired of getting accused of this shit. This better be good.†– Captain groaned upon seeing ever-annoying rookie.
-“No captain! Nothing like that!†Grad retorts as he opens the envelope. Captain was somehow disappointed… “It’s a poem, captain.â€
Captain gazed at his subordinate like he was an idiot. “You shouldn’t have…†– Vincent answered ironically. The rookie continued.
-“It wasfound at a crime scene. We have a burglar in Ul’dah, cap.â€
Vincent opened his eyes in ave. That was new.
-“A burglar? What was stolen? Who was the victim?†– captain kept asking questions making Grad a little unsettled.
-“Uh… A hat…â€
-“A HAT?! ARE YOU FRIGGIN KIDDING ME, PRIVATE?!â€
-“N-No sir!It was a four hundred thousand gil worth top-hat, finished with golden threads and expensive jewels!â€
-“What idiot would like to have something like this?! This is stupid. Like… Like I don’t have anything to spend money on, sheesh… Stupid.â€
-“It was Fafonji Neneji, sir. A monetarist.â€
-“Well…that explains a lot. Any clues as to who might have wanted to steal such stupid item? Any evidence?â€
-“Only this note, sir. Mister Neneji found it in the place when his hat used to be.â€
Captain’s mind floated away as he tried to understand the note. Then, Vincent noticed a signature. Someone actually cared to leave his sign on a note.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
“The flea…†- he read it aloud. “Who would like to take a name like this? It’s stupid.â€
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
“You’re saying the word ‘stupid’ dor the third time today, sir!â€
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
“Shut  up, private!â€
-“Sir!â€
As the Brass Blades had their conversation, door opened loudly. Dark skinned Lalafell entered along with two suits wearing, bald Roegadyn. The guest snapped his fingers as one of his goons lifted him up to let the shorty look straight into captains eyes.
-“Captain Fitzroy…†– Lala spoke with calm, yet intimidating tone.
-“M-Mister Neneji… What brings you here today?!†– it seems that monetarist’s tone was effective.
-“I want my hat back.â€
-“I figured…â€
-“What was that?â€
-“N-Nothing
sir!â€
-“I want this Flea-guy on a silver platter! I am paying you and I demand results. No results – no payment. Also… I would like to add that it makes me angry. Fill it with zero results and we will have a new equation! Angry Mister Neneji – Headless Captain Fitzroy! Are we clear, captain?!†– as it would seem, Mister Neneji was good with his math, as a monetarist should be. As soon as he yelled, he snapped his fingers again and left along with his crew. After a moment door opened violently again as Neneji peeked inside. “AND FIND MY HAT!â€. Then he left for good.
Dead silence fell upon two Brass Blades. After a while the private opened his mouth.
-“ You seem scared, captain.â€
-“SHUT UP!â€
-“Sir!â€
-“We need to find that burglar…â€
-“But we’re no investigators sir!â€
-“So find someone! I don’t know… Prepare some wanted posters!â€
-“We don’t know how does ‘the flea’ looks like sir…â€
-“Think of something, private! Make some posters, offer a ridiculously high bounty and hang them around.â€
-“Where,
sir?â€
-“EVERYWHERE!â€
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Next day:
(Wanted.
???Â
“The Fleaâ€.Â
Two million gil.Â
On the courtesy of Captain Vincent Fitzroy of the brass blades.)
-“WHA-WHA-WHAAAAAAAT?!â€â€“ captain almost flipped. He stared at the poster with his mouth opened. Fitzroy was left speechless.
-“What’s wrong captain?â€
-“Two million gil?! Are you mad?!â€
-“You wanted it to be ridiculously high.â€
-“NOT THAT RIDICULOUS!†Captain rubbed his forehead, trying to calm down. “Tell me you didn't hang them yet...â€
-“Uh… I did…â€as rookie hanged his head answering captain’s question, Vincent cried internally.
-“Great! Splendid job, you idiot! Now we have to PAY this ridiculous bounty to anyone who manages to catch the guy… Or wait until Neneji will get our heads… We’re screwed…â€
"Sometimes to do something good, you need to be a bad guy." - Jigumundo Darkbore
"What out of sight, that does not hurt." - Seth Sethan
"What out of sight, that does not hurt." - Seth Sethan