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Report | 11/03/2014 12:00 pm

Tamislin

The elf couldn't tell the man what he was thinking, getting drunk so early in the evening. Though, to be fair, it had been dark already and if Tamislin understood pop culture references correctly, timezones meant you could start drinking at any moment you liked, because somewhere on the sphere of this world, it was five o'clock. He wasn't quite certain what magical properties this time held, or why it was so revered as the edge of sobriety and the lack thereof, but he admitted to knowing very little about a great many things that humans seemed to just.. instinctively know.

He could not recall ever having smelled alcohol on the human before, though, so he thought the man meant it wasn't anything he usually did, but.. well, this probably belonged to those 'great many things' mentioned earlier. But, no, the man had a child in his house. Surely, that meant something.

Tamislin made no mention of his thoughts, though he threw the Detective a somewhat curious glance as he.. he thought he'd seen something.. off about the man's eyes, but.. but there was nothing to be seen now. He puzzled at the look on Tyrone's face and pretended it was at the man's words instead.

"You do not drink with others?" He asked. "You were not celebrating, then?" Celebrations, after all, went well with alcohol. Though, he hadn't looked like he'd been celebrating, Tamislin supposed. He'd mostly just looked confused, and upset that his keys weren't working.

.. speaking of, he'd have to get them from his bag and put them in the man's coat later. Preferably without the human noticing, though, he wasn't sure why he would have to be the one to feel bad about having kept them from a man obviously unfit to use a motorised vehicle..

Report | 11/01/2014 4:43 am

Erhard Muller

A loophole? "If I just duck my head and go back to doing useful things, I don't suppose it'll get cold enough to not come after me anymore? Not that I'm holding anything to the force, sir, but I'd just like to know how long to play this waiting game. Or when you guys come knocking again, I want to be there so you guys don't waste the effort." Sarcasm, but then that's probably only a remote mimicry of it. He already had so much time to bury things like that under blankets for the second time round.

"... Well? Aren't you saying anything else?" Oh, surprise. The usually wordless one wants talk. "I-I mean... um... Was there any other thing you wanted to say? Honest things."

Report | 10/23/2014 6:57 am

Erhard Muller

"Sir, the last thing you'd want to do is pass a wanted criminal any credit." Good enough, black marks on a record do so last very long! "I'll keep quiet. Won't do anything that might end up being a bad idea." Of course, it only applied to 'most of the time'. And anyway, getting beheaded just to escape and getting such a tongue-lashing after was not a good way to spend the time he had left.

He nodded. "That's good to hear. Do keep safe!" He stopped himself there, before he could wreck the already tense air with any more tactlessness. Stupid added effects. And they probably don't want to hear that he said 'hi' too, so he left that sentence out. And well, there was nothing else in greeting he could say. Awkward shuffling of feet ensued.

Report | 10/10/2014 12:15 pm

Tamislin

People were going to ask questions. Or at the very least, humans would. Wasn't that just the way of things?

Sugar was found in one of the cupboards as well and Tamislin made use of the small stool to reach it, before dropping himself down easily and presenting the detective with the desired sugar blocks. "Take as many as you'd like," he informed the man before turning back for one of the drawers and looking for a spoon to stir with.

Another moment later and the man was all set! Apparently satisfied, the short fellow pulled the other chair out and sat himself down on it, content to drink his tea here with the tall human.

"You look a bit better now," Tamislin told him, eyeing him over the cup of tea and looking a bit relieved for it. Certainly, the Detective was a little more clear-eyed than when he'd run into him next to his car..

Report | 10/07/2014 3:38 am

Erhard Muller

"With red ribbons and as little extravagance as I can, of course. Always looking to do the best I can." He looks to the side, wincing a little. "But there's never a shortage of those who love to ask questions, as you would know. And I stand by my original reason, since it's always better to have one single rogue medic to go after instead of having to deal with instead of a full-on zombie outbreak."

"Of course. Nothing like a mass murderer on the loose to add to your department's paperwork. How are things, by the way? I hope the commissioner is well, as with your colleagues and family. And before you say it," he holds up both palms, "rest assured that I'm not touching them with such dirty hands. I don't particularly have a need to play with fire again."

Report | 10/06/2014 1:52 am

Erhard Muller

"Why, are you perhaps thinking of checking in every now and then just to make sure that the morgue is not overfilled with Does? Still a hospital, with enough people to not ask questions and let me practice in peace. Better still, somewhere that the spotlight is not shining on as strongly, sir. As long as everything is kept in check, with no loose ends or leaky mouths that haven't been tied."

"Surely you'd think otherwise, sir. I don't blame you for that. It's easy enough to tarnish a reputation with just one slip-up, isn't it? And bring down the expectations of so many people in the meantime."

Report | 10/06/2014 12:43 am

Erhard Muller

"Nope, still in the clear. I'd have the tin can to thank for that, even if he isn't the happiest person in the world about it either. It makes matters worse, but nothing that meticulousness and extreme caution can't work around."

"I beg to differ, sir. Do you see any flying hands about?" He holds up his hands. Still wrapped and guarded. "Though, maybe it would be funny to some if I popped one off and threw it at someone's desk to annihilate their reports. Actually," he paused, thinking, "maybe it is a good idea, after all. I do know someone who could use his papers shredded by some phantom hand."

Report | 10/06/2014 12:16 am

Erhard Muller

"It's the same as always. Have I fooled any employers, sir? I don't believe 'not having a tarnished reputation' was in the requirements."

"Oh! Is that your pet? Funny, I never thought you'd be the kind to take care of pets, sir. Do you use it as a portable paperwork shredder as well?"

Report | 10/05/2014 10:00 pm

Erhard Muller

"Um. Moving. And work. As usual, sir. Can't leave that alone." He shook his head.
"Nothing that would put me in your sights again." With the unsaid 'not yet'.

Report | 10/05/2014 5:56 am

Tamislin

((Still alive! Still flooded with housing things in real life! I hope to make some time this week or next weekend for a response. I do apologise for taking this long, but having a house is.. quite an endeavour. 8D;

I hope you are doing well and that my message leaves you in better spirits even if you aren't! 3nodding ))

Report | 10/05/2014 2:24 am

Erhard Muller

"...!"

"Oh! Um, hello again, sir."

Report | 09/26/2014 6:22 pm

Barefoot Necromancer

"I don't intend to try anything silly, just need to find something before I go. Then I'm hi-tailing it out of here and going home to drown myself in cider and read."

Report | 09/26/2014 4:20 pm

Barefoot Necromancer

"It's probably just someone trying to scare people away from something they have here. So far it's been harmless. Mildly terrifying, but nothing harmful. I do appreciate the concern however, detective. "

Report | 09/26/2014 3:27 pm

Barefoot Necromancer

"No, but thank you. I can handle this. I found some batteries for my flashlight, so I'll be fine."

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!))

Report | 09/12/2014 3:52 pm

Barefoot Necromancer

"I always keep my word, detective."

Report | 09/10/2014 4:54 pm

Barefoot Necromancer

"I won't do it again, you have my word. I'll stop messing with you and sending you pets like that."

Report | 09/10/2014 2:40 pm

Barefoot Necromancer

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."

Report | 09/10/2014 6:39 am

Barefoot Necromancer

"Ah, I..." Another moment of silence. "I didn't quite think that out."