Do you mean Phil Bourigarde?

“Phil Bourigarde?” Mirajane asks you with fear evident on her face.

“Extremely pointy mustache, big red nose, eyes that seem to glow purple in the dark and extremely pale skin?” You ask her, giving her an apt description of Butcher Phil, one of the most hated of your neighbors.

“Yeah…” Mirajane swallowed nervously but then her voice hardened. “You said that you would rescue slaves from your neighbors’ trash, heal them, and stuff.”

“Whenever I can,” you said a bit defensively. You admittedly aren’t always able to get to the other’s character bins especially if the salvagers manage to come around early or the character was able to get out and run.

“Then why didn’t you save me?” Mirajane accused as she growled at you. She did her best to approach you and get in your face but due to her apparent blindness and the blindfold, she ended up facing half a foot to your right.

“When did he get rid of you?”

“A week ago,” She said as she shifted so that she was actually in your face.

“Well last week’s trash pick up lined up with the morning after another neighbor let loose a Hulked out Harry Potter on everyone and tore up the neighborhood!” You explained yourself. “The police escorted everyone out of the neighborhood that morning so I couldn't check any of the character bins nor check the trash cans. I wish I could save everyone from the bastard but I can't since I don't have evidence he's doing anything illegal by Prime Worlder standards.” She leaned away from you and moved back so that she would be leaning against the desk.

“Would eyewitness testimony work?” She asked with a hint of viciousness.

“I’m not a cop nor a lawyer but from what the friends I have on the **** told me; eyewitness testimony could be good but a lot more valuable if it can lead to other evidence,” you replied carefully choosing your words.

“Earlier you said that Prime Worlders are only allowed to use legal mods from authorized sources,” she asked with her hand to her chin. “And a Harry pulling a Natsu?”

“Yeah, rumor mill has it that another of my neighbors, an ass named Eddie, got mad my friend Antonio got with his ex-wife and illegally modified a Harry Potter to attack,” you said recalling what Aelita got from the Zhen’s outdoor catgirl who got it from the Wayne’s Mai (from Yugioh) who got it from Antonio’s Zelda(from Twilight Princess). Of course, she got confirmation before the gossip got too widespread.

“Well what if I told you that I overheard who Eddie got the Harry and the mods from?” Mirajane said with a devious tone.

“I would be very interested in such information and hope I can use it to get a psycho out of my neighborhood,” you say with a smirk. “Minus the psychos from Borderlands the Jeffields have roaming their yard at night of course.” Mirajane smiled at you with a fierce grin.

“Well, while chained up, I heard Phil get a call…” You grin as you start making plans on how to use this information once you get home and making plans on celebrating not having Phil in town with your harem.