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Report | 09/18/2014 4:19 pm

Tamislin

((I'm still here! Just super busy with rounding up an assignment. Not sure when I'll have time to finish my response your way, but I haven't forgotten about it, and I wanted to make sure you knew that. Hope you're doing alright!))
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Report | 09/12/2014 3:52 pm

Rhea Byrne

"I always keep my word, detective."
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Report | 09/10/2014 4:54 pm

Rhea Byrne

"I won't do it again, you have my word. I'll stop messing with you and sending you pets like that."
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Report | 09/10/2014 2:40 pm

Rhea Byrne

She fidgeted under his stare "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have tried to force it on you. Should have expected you to do what you were supposed to do."
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Report | 09/10/2014 6:39 am

Rhea Byrne

"Ah, I..." Another moment of silence. "I didn't quite think that out."
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Report | 09/09/2014 9:25 pm

Rhea Byrne

"Because--" She paused. "I thought if you saw that the animals were fine like that, you'd see necromancy really isn't so bad..."
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Report | 09/09/2014 8:57 pm

Rhea Byrne

"...But you're going to turn him in to your boss and he'll probably get put down. How is that showing responsibility and caring for him?"
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Report | 09/09/2014 8:23 pm

Rhea Byrne

She was quiet for a moment, looking clearly distressed. "I-I'll take it back. You can't turn it in if you don't have it."
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Report | 09/09/2014 7:51 pm

Rhea Byrne

"...Do you really have to turn him in? I mean, can't you keep him a secret. He's not hurting anything."
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Report | 09/09/2014 6:55 pm

Rhea Byrne

"Ah, good point." She admitted, before frowning worriedly. "You're not going to let your boss have him put down are you? He might be undead, but he's not a bad rat."
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Report | 09/09/2014 6:33 pm

Rhea Byrne

"Why would you tell your boss? This doesn't have anything to do with him."
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Report | 09/09/2014 6:02 pm

Rhea Byrne

"Just a little, detective." She grinned. "But it's all harmless fun."
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Report | 09/09/2014 5:59 pm

Rhea Byrne

Cute rat.
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Report | 09/06/2014 8:34 pm

TillxGone

c: Thanks homie~!
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Report | 08/18/2014 8:09 am

Tamislin

((Funny news?  Damn.  That's probably not a good reaction.  XD))


Tamislin doesn't know what it was like thirty years ago, the look on his face tells Tyrone. "Oh," he says, apparently taking that information at face value, "I always get asked about the ears or someone makes a comment about them, so I.." He trails off for a moment then shrugs, "So I figured it would be." That doesn't sound like it is what the brunet wanted to say in the first place, but the shrug that accompanied it deems whatever he intended to say first inconsequential.

The tea steeps and the short fellow looks to the side as he thinks about the time before he'd been living in this appartment. It doesn't look like he is consciously aware of moving slightly behind the chair on his side of the table, one hand on top of the backrest, the other on the side but policemen are probably more used to spotting it in those they talk to anyway. "This one is better, I think," he said, his voice quiet. "Not so.. " he bites his lip and thinks about his answer again, his eyes yet to meet the Detective's.

"They have a library, and [i]nobody[/i] ever fights in there. They say Mrs. Marcia," the librarian, presumably, "Is secretly a spy or something so nobody dares." Probably not true, but an apparently effective enough measure. Tamislin certainly seems to approve of a capable warrior protecting knowledge. "And the teachers are a lot less.. " He stops himself from saying what he's thinking, and uses the more tactful version of "They're more friendly," instead.

He likes that they have lockers that actually work and that nobody tries to break them open when you're not there. He likes that he can get out of gym every so often because he's good enough physically not to need it, and he has a permission slip to find some peace and quiet every so often as humans and their surroundings are a lot more noisy than he is used to or would voluntarily expose himself to for such prolonged periods of time. They either didn't think it necessary at the other school or just didn't allow for that sort of thing as a general policy. He likes that the canteen lady lets him be picky about the food here when he doesn't bring any from home. He likes that his homeroom teacher will try to explain things to him in as many ways as he can because "he says my brain's wired differently instead," - .. instead of something not so graceful, probably - and he doesn't want the kid to fall behind.

He doesn't like the homework any better, though. And he doesn't always understand what his classmates mean when they say things, so he doesn't always know if he's being made fun of or not, and sometimes, the other children in his classroom are irritatingly immature, but elves and humans grow differently, and he knows to suffer it for the most part. And he can always talk to the dean, though the word doesn't seem to inspire much trust in the short fellow.

People don't bother him as much in this school, and he likes that, too.

The more he talks about his current school, the less the boy seems to need the physical shield of the chair and table and actually looks at him. Tyrone has probably noticed a tendency for him to edge back behind it whenever he mentions the old school though. Never quite looks at the man when he does either. Sounds like that might have been part of the reason he got relocated, then?

But the tea's ready, then, and Tamislin is a good host as he pours the Detective a fragrant cup of Jasmine tea.

"I'm not supposed to get in trouble with the police," he said, by ways of explanation, apparently not quite sure not seeing them too much reflected badly on him or not, despite the Detective's words. "Who wants to deal with the paperwork?" he asks with a shrug, making it sound like it's something somebody else said often enough for it to have gotten stuck in his idioms and abandons the chair in favour of his own steaming cup of tea, adding some honey to it and stirring it slowly.

"Did y
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Report | 08/18/2014 7:48 am

Tamislin

((Bwhaha, broke the damn font again. Last sentence that did your profile in..))

"Did you want honey, sugar or milk with that?" He asks, pointing at Tyrone's cup.
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Report | 08/03/2014 4:38 pm

Tamislin

"The ears should give that away, I think," Tamislin said, a dry tone to his voice, as he dunked the Jasmine in the hot water, then closed the lid on the teapot to put it on the heat-keeper that he never remembered the name of. He'd already lit the little candle beneath it, though, and let it be. He was obviously confused by the comment about the gunpowder, but guessed the detective meant that, as a cop, there were too many people waving guns around for his liking.

.. yeah, that made sense, didn't it? That was probably it, then. Satisfied with the conclusion he'd drawn, Tamislin sat about answering the man's questions. They seemed harmless enough. Provided he gave the harmless answers, anyway.

"I've been living here.. some nine.. nine months now? Three seasons, at the least," he said. "School was before that, but my placement wasn't, ah.. optimal for my development?" He wasn't sure of the words, it seemed. Like someone had used it in conversation about the topic and he was just repeating it, "So then they contacted some people and I've been living here ever since." Well, that was the extremely short version of it, anyway.

The short fellow didn't seem to know how to answer the question about the police. "I don't see them a lot," he admitted. "Sometimes, there are the cars, but they usually just pass by in a hurry with the loud noises and lights on." He didn't much care for either of those things. Too loud and too bright. The way he figured, the less he saw them, the better.

Uh, present company excluded, of course..

((Those books you have that belong to Tamislin were probably taken from him sometime before he came to live in this apartment. Vague background information is vague. XD But, too tired for more! Enjoy! 8D))
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Report | 07/17/2014 1:35 pm

Tamislin

Tamislin glanced at the water cooker and waited for it to boil. He made a bit of a sound in response to the human expressing his thoughts on childhood and the fun it should be, but was still uncertain he saw the merit of some of his classmates' idea of 'fun'. Actually, most of the student body had strange ideas about 'fun', yet he continued to fail at seeing the point in singling people out and humiliating them as a bonding experience. He was glad his spellwork had kept him safe from that so far.

The elf glanced back at the human, realising he was being addressed. Unconsciously, he straightened a little, as if the question set him on the defensive. To be honest, it did. He tried to keep contact between the people he interacted with and her to a minimum for a reason, after all.

"We get along okay," he said, "Whenever she's not working, she helps me with homework and 'normal human stuff' that I don't get. It helps that she's been through many of the things I'm going through now while adjusting to life here, so she can easily correct where necessary or pinpoint me in the right direction to fix whatever's bothering me." That sounded like something good guardians did, anyway. He really hoped to avoid the occasion where the Detective actually came face to face with the shade he had adopted as his 'legal guardian'. It had worked well enough to convince the landlord to let them live here, and the few times he'd needed to show up with an adult for school and that one time for the library had gone off mostly without a hitch, too.

But the Detective was a lot more attentive than most humans, the short fellow had already learned.

Thankfully, the water boiler beeped and the brunet could turn his attention towards it and the high tea set that was waiting patiently for the hot water. He used the barstool to get to the cupboard again for the tea. He picked something purple and put everything else back. "You're not allergic to Jasmine, are you?" Tamislin wanted to verify before dunking the teabag.
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Report | 07/14/2014 2:46 pm

Tamislin

((I don't worry about it because I'm updating you with the delay and the reason behind it. wink

See what I did there? 8D /shot

Thank you, though! Took me quite some time to find it, but I got it for a darn good price - who knew I was this good at bluffing? - so if you ever need someone to go 'I can't afford more money!' at the person who wants to sell you the house, let me know. XD; ))
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Report | 07/14/2014 2:05 am

Tamislin

((I bought a house, things are hectic so I haven't gotten around to replying yet. I haven't forgotten about you, though!))
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