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 Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 9:21 am
*Virg blushes a bit, rubbing his arm*
I guess you could say their combined weight was formidable... sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 9:25 am
I see you have some nasty wounds from your night of patrolling. Lar Gand described several of them as 'burn marks.'
...Friction burns?
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 9:35 am
Burn marks? Lar must be smoking some 30th century crack, cuz all I have are bruises. See?
*Virg starts to pull up his sleeve, revealing a long, erratic trail of bruises*
No burn marks, right? Why'd he say I have burn marks? That's not cool.
sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 9:39 am
Interesting bruising. Looks like...hand prints.
Did you know that Wally West is unaccounted for for about an hour and a half before his untimely demise? That's quite enough time for a young superhero looking to make a name for himself to ******** up royally.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 9:49 am
Huh? What? Wait. WHOA! Just cuz my tender young nubile flesh doesn't have the nifty perk of invulnerability doesn't mean I did anything. There were a lotta guys... I got beat down, okay?
sweatdrop
I mean, look, I'm not as good as some of the other guys out there, but... but what you're saying doesn't even make sense! Murder Wally? In his house? On his BIRTHDAY? All to make a name for myself... as a HERO!? That's postiviely Jean Loring-esque...withallduerespectmrbigbadwolfman. sweatdrop Wally's my friend... WAS my friend... IS my friend. I'd never...
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 9:53 am
Never what? Because this nose can smell bullshit a mile away, son, and right now you're wallowing in it.
*Pulls out the report he was reading it earlier and flings it across the table*
West's body is retaining a residual energy charge that STAR Labs can't account for. YOU exude energy. West was killed with a metal knife. YOU can manipulate metal. You want to know what's strange about the murder weapon? It was driven STRAIGHT into his back. No downward motion from stabbing. No upward motion from slashing. The only way for that to occur to a standing man would be for some force to drive it DIRECTLY forward and through his back!
There's a lot of circumstancial evidence, son, and it's all pointing towards you. Cough up some names of people who can account for your whereabouts in the hours before the party, or we can take this conversation somewhere more official.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 10:10 am
eek
*Virg scoots his chair back from the table... away from Bigby to be more precise, glancing nervously between Bigby and the papers*
I might talk a lot of s**t, man... but I don't ******** with my friends. I dunno what this energy stuff is, but I exude ELECTRICITY and you'd think STAR Labs could identify that. Unscrew a lightbulb, stick it in a beaker. EUREKA! ELECTRICITY!
*Virg runs his hands through his hair nervously*
I mean... I mean... why would I kill Wally with a knife if I could just stop his heart without a trace? I mean...
Crapcrap. sweatdrop
I mean, look. You gotta believe me... I was at Solomon Moto's Card Shop, okay!? Ask him... 555-Y-YUGIOH. Just... dontkillmeok!?
...And don't tell anybody what really happened?
*Virg scoots back up to the table and buries his face between his elbows*
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 10:17 am
"Leave the kid alone Bibgy, this may be a case you want to solve, but those of us here knew Wally. Stop being an a** and back off Virgil for a while..."
((Presented the Spidey/Gymnastics arguement with Marrow! He's so going down.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 10:24 am
Bigby looks up at d**k, and down at Virgil. He grabs the papers and puts them back into his pocket.
I'm not here to judge who was 'bestest' pals with the deceased, Grayson. I'm looking for a killer. A bloody coward of a killer who is hiding among all of you.
Stares Grayson in the face.
There's still a smell of blood in the air, and I'm not going to lay off anyone until it's cleared.
Bigby lights a new cigarette.
If you're at the Cyberdome tomorrow, Grayson, we can talk. I'm going to be running simulations there all day.
He looks down at Virgil.
A bunch of card-playing kids beat the snot out of you?
Shakes his head.
Man, that's just sad.
Turning, he leaves the Bistro.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 10:30 am
Trust me, i'll be there Bigs.
Turning to Vigirl, he motioned for a few drinks to be brought to the table.
Don't let him get to you, trust me, Bigs is a lonely twit that thinks that justice is still blind.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 10:36 am
d**k Grayson "Leave the kid alone Bibgy, this may be a case you want to solve, but those of us here knew Wally. Stop being an a** and back off Virgil for a while..." ((Presented the Spidey/Gymnastics arguement with Marrow! He's so going down.)) ((Even I know the uneven bars is a women's event. xp ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 10:36 am
gonk
*Virg keeps his face buried, banging it lightly against the table*
Arms... still attached. Legs... still attached. Head... still attached. Hair... still stylin'. WeevilLuvr47's day will come. Oh yes. Could've been worse, I guess.
I just want this to be over...
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 10:39 am
*brings over some drinks for Virgil and d**k*
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 11:45 am
*Flicks her newly reaquired tail* A murder and I wasn't invited? Tch.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 11:56 am
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