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Report | 04/09/2014 2:46 pm

Tamislin

Tamislin watches the human carefully, but as the man regains his footing, there is little reason for him to help the man to his feet again. The short fellow is quite grateful for that, considering it means the human's height and weight difference aren't going to give him a hernia just trying to accomplish that.

The man's words confuse him, and it takes him a moment to figure out whether the detective is referring to riding a bike or riding a car before settling on bike with the sentence that follows the first statement. He looked up at Tyrone at the mention of the name. "Who is Harry?" the elf asks, deciding not to repeat the fact that his back wheel has a flat and the reason he isn't riding said bike back to his appartment.

He hushes at the frown, not quite sure it is in response to his question or something else. Tamislin is many things, but he is not a mind reader.
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Report | 04/04/2014 3:41 pm

Tamislin

Tamislin waited a moment before nodding in apparent agreement with what he saw and turning to start pushing the bike in the direction he had just pointed out. "No problem," he said. "I can use the company," he told the man, shifting the bag a little so it rested just in front of his hip and well within his action radius.

"I don't usually spend a lot of time in this neighbourhood," he told the human, "but it's the quickest route home. Unfortunately, I drove through something sharper than my wheels and now I have to walk," he let out a bit of a sigh that sounded like he'd been trying not to let it out for too long. "I suppose that's what I get for hurrying all day.."
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Report | 03/31/2014 12:23 pm

Tamislin

Tamislin uncorked the bottle and handed it to the Detective. It felt like ceramic, for some reason. The short fellow eyed Tyrone for a minute to make sure he could drink unattended before turning around and taking a few steps away to go fetch a BMX bike that was too small to fit most adults. Tamislin was grateful children and teenagers were into the sport as well since it made his life and his ability to get around so much easier. It made for a particularly poor way of transporting groceries, but he learned to make do. Besides, you had to be grateful for the little things, right?

The hind wheel had a flat, so he wouldn't be riding it anywhere tonight, but he'd get it home yet. He came to a halt in front of the Detective and his car, trying to gauge whether he should take the bottle back or if the man could handle it as they walked. He could certainly use the extra water, if nothing else..

"It's this way," he said, as he pointed out the direction, waiting for the taller human to start moving.
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Report | 03/30/2014 1:17 pm

Tamislin

"I came across you trying to stab your car, I don't know if you were with anyone else before." He tried not to show that the fact the man didn't know either worried him. "Perhaps a walk will help clear your head?" He offered, then turned to the messenger bag he carried on his back, shifting it to the sides and front so he could rummage around it. If he dropped the car-keys in there, then surely the man wouldn't notice as he pulled out a bottle of water.

"Or some water might help?" Or at the very least help stave off a hangover..
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Report | 03/30/2014 12:54 pm

Tamislin

Tamislin had to crawl half under the car for the keys and he hides them in his sleeve as he pushes himself back out from underneath the vehicle. He can't answer the detective's questions, because he doesn't know. "Are you alright?" He asks, gently, "You don't.. usually.. I mean," Tamislin looks like he's not sure what to make of the man when he's acting so unlike himself either.

"You do appear quite drunk," he points out, not sure this is the right moment to do so, but, well.. he shouldn't drive like this, surely?
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Report | 03/30/2014 12:35 pm

Tamislin

"I'll get 'em!" Tamislin says as he pushes the older man to lean against the car and gets down on his knees to look beneath the car where he flicked the keys to and wonders how he's going to convince the man not to take the car if he seems this intent. Surely it's not a good idea to let him, though..
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Report | 02/19/2014 5:02 pm

Storylab Sonicflight

The answer that came through was nearly instantaneous. The person on the line sighed, exasperated. "Voice frequency doesn't match. Did he lose his phone? How troubleso - "

"Nononono! I'm here! Look, could you, uh, bring me back real quick! I seem to have run into a bit of a problem..."
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Report | 02/18/2014 6:59 am

Storylab Sonicflight

"Ehhh... But don't you have to wait for someone to pick up before you hand it over? And that's only if the call was meant for you, isn't it. Augh, I think I got it wrong again. I wonder if that location thing he told me about works here. Still don't get how people can use this so easily... But nope."

He puts the phone behind his back.

"Not to be o-offensive either, but I don't see how you'd be able to use it, too. And um.... um...."

Just as he ran out of things to say the ringing tone stopped. A clatter, like someone clumsily picking up the phone, and a soft "Hello?" comes through.
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Report | 02/18/2014 1:15 am

Storylab Sonicflight

"W-Well, you did say that the FBI didn't have any walkers earlier, right? There! I could just go back and you'd never see hear a peep ever!"

If he could just think of a way to quickly leave without either upsetting more things or tripping over his own feet... Oh, right. His hand shot into his pocket and pulled out a phone. Oh, surprise, the backwards fellow had actually managed to get hold of one!

"Um... How does this thing work again?"

Looks like he still has no idea how to use the thing. Except maybe pressing buttons. And perhaps understanding enough the sequence of buttons to press to make a call to someone. The tone trills away.

"It worked! Okay, now pick up, pick up..."
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Report | 02/17/2014 5:43 am

Storylab Sonicflight

Great, caught nice and good. Just the way he wanted his little errand to work out. He wasn't sure if he could out himself of the cell this time, but now that he thought about it, there was really nothing about staying in the cell except for... Yeah, well. He really did not want to face the burning walls again. Speaking of which.

"Oh yeah. Did you um, did you ever go back down to um, well, check on me? I mean, not that because I escaped, because I didn't - no, that's not the point. Um. Did you even open the door? Or was my being here the only thing that informed you that I'm not in the cell anymore? So that made it if I didn't come in, you wouldn't have known, right? So in the future I should learn to avoid the houses of anyone in the police department. Don't walk within a mile of them. Yeah."

Quickly, stall for time. Meanwhile, he could edge carefully back. Carefully. Don't topple anything, don't touch anything, and most certainly don't pull one of Marie's erm, imaginative stunts and explode the house with a force field. Like he could still do that. Right. Why had he even entertained that thought? Never mind, back to edging carefully down the hallway. Try not to arouse even more suspicion than there already is, got it?
Or maybe under the detective's sharp eye, that was useless too. Worth a shot, though.
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Report | 02/17/2014 12:03 am

Storylab Sonicflight

"L-Look, I'm won't be loose. Just... Well, I could always go back and tell him I'm not allowed around here so I don't have to look for his kid and I'll be stuck with the chores for a whole month. Yeah. Sounds a loooot better for everyone, eheheh?"

He shot a glance at the door while the detective wasn't looking, then quickly whipped his head back, just in case. Nope, he was not going to make it to the door without falling over at least once. And falling over would most likely mean that nobody back there was getting dinner that night. Uh oh.

"Or... I dunno, I could also just step outside, go home, and nothing would have happened? I don't have the means to uh, off anyone now, n-not that I intend to, anyway! Really!"
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Report | 02/16/2014 7:58 pm

Storylab Sonicflight

He flops, stunned on the ground for a moment, then quickly picks himself up and grabs his book back, stuffing it into his coat pocket with a sigh.

"Even if I don't know how I left in the first place? But to be honest, I really don't want to. Your top secret holding cells are extremely fireproof. Too much for my liking, in fact."

Even if he managed to say it with a straight face, there was still a tinge of masked terror behind those words. Whoever knew what that was bringing up, though.
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Report | 02/16/2014 4:47 am

Tamislin

((Over here, the weather's fine. A bit chilly with the wind, but getting better. The neighbouring country (Germany) is already going through spring, so it'll probably be here in a short while, too. 3nodding

Hope you've got ski goggles, then!))
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Report | 02/15/2014 7:10 pm

Storylab Sonicflight

"Couldn't we just... Bury that? That whole thing's blown over now, and I'm pretty sure you've o-other cases to go dig at."

It was a poor excuse and he knew it, but well, he couldn't really think of anything else that would not get him into deeper trouble, be it with the detective or his new housemate.
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Report | 02/14/2014 6:43 pm

Storylab Sonicflight

".... The chances of anyone still alive in there is pretty slim."

He falls quiet, and goes back to trying to reach the ground.

".... Eh?"
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Report | 02/14/2014 11:12 am

Storylab Sonicflight

"Okay, okay. Time to confuse you again. There's four of us in total, three of us living together. One's me, the other's the walker, then there's this kid who ran into this place somewhere which is why I'm here. To go find her and pull her out. Have you seen her? She's too young for this place, and wears this big hat on her head. Not Rose, not... Not Rose."

He pauses to catch his breath, wiggle around a bit to make sure his legs weren't falling asleep in the air, then continues.

"That's about it. The last guy you already met, he's gone and poofed again. That colleague I was telling you about? Apparently nobody mentioned that he was a walker too."
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Report | 02/14/2014 10:40 am

Storylab Sonicflight

"Bed. Home. Outside. One of those places that he's been to but I have no idea where but it nearly looks the same just without all the odd stuff that happens always around here and their medical services are pretty backwards for the time and ugggggh..."

The moment the breath for the last sentence ran out, he slumped back down to catch it.

"At least it's a new start. Even if it's one where no one wants to explain anything. Like so."

He holds up his hands. Oh, still gloved?

"Better? It isn't going to do a lot. I'm pretty much defenseless."
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Report | 02/14/2014 10:14 am

Storylab Sonicflight

"No! Seriously! I don't know! It's one day where you've locked yourself in hell and the next thing you know you wake up in a bed! Honest!"

He pauses suddenly, and shakes his head.

"Not that you'd believe me anyway. I don't believe it myself. I don't want to."
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Report | 02/14/2014 9:49 am

Storylab Sonicflight

Oh snap.

"A-Ah! Um! I-I didn't even know I l-left, anyway!"

Flailing about, he tries grabbing hold of anything - book too far away on the ground, nothing else in grabbing distance, certainly not going to grab the detective himself - oh. He scratches away at the paw holding him up, then remembered that he would fall. And thus he goes back to hanging limp like a kitten.

"O-Oh. Okay, that's a bit of relief. Now would you please put me down? It's not a very comfortable position to be in."
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Report | 02/14/2014 8:44 am

Storylab Sonicflight

"Meep!"

And just like that he falls over forwards, landing face-splat into the ground. Way to go, still out of shape as well. Looks like nothing much has changed, really. Except maybe just a hairbrush.

"Oh, you know. Like that blond moron that keeps appearing when I don't want him to. He tears holes in all the places and pops up whenever he damn well feels like it. If those intelligence people are able to do that too then... Ahhh. Is trying to clean my reputation that hard?"
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