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| | I didn't mean it like a bad thing. It's just a you thing, right? Nothing wrong with that at all. |
| | Damn...[Oswald follows him over to look at the outline.] ...this is where she was found. According to the report, she was stabbed from behind, then fell to the floor. But I'm of the opinion that she was moved in some way. The position is just too strange. [he lifts his head to scan the room, eyes narrowed] I'm simply just not sure from where. |
| | Hm... Then, we'll just have to look around. I don't know if she stayed here, but if she did, she might just be elsewhere then. [He pauses, though, looking over at Oswald.] What's her name? |
Alright... Time to look for her.
[He's just... going to start walking, then. If they have to take it room by room, so be it.]
[He's just... going to start walking, then. If they have to take it room by room, so be it.]
| | [Oswald will move after him, then, glancing around the room. The next one over is the kitchen; one of the drawers is pulled open. There's a set of knives with, predictably, one missing] The murder weapon was purportedly taken from here. [There's nothing too strange about it at first glance, but...] That's another thing that sticks to me as odd. [Oswald folds his arms] I think it'd be difficult for her not to have heard him, if he came in this way. Considering this--[and he reaches out with his cane, pushing the drawer in slightly with his cane, and it squeaks loudly]--sincerely needs to be oiled. |
Hmmm... Yeah. That'd be hard to miss.
Everything about this is pretty weird.
[Still no ghost, though... He'll keep going, then.]
Everything about this is pretty weird.
[Still no ghost, though... He'll keep going, then.]
| | [it's rather good timing, then--because Oswald is getting home around then. There's the key in the lock, and then the door opening and closing] I'm home~ [called, from the front doorway. And then he's appearing in the living room a moment later. There's an immediate smile that curls the corners of his mouth when he spots Edward--but then he pauses, sniffing the air a bit] ...is that...lavender? |
| | [Right then, ah... Well, he managed to get the crystals put away, though the candle's still there. Heck.] Ah... Yeah. That's okay, right...? |
| | Ah... You think? I don't... really need a lot, I think... [No, he super does, he's just bad at accepting help too. His wardrobe is a mess. Clothes that are too worn, too small, or just... really not suited to him. The wardrobe of someone who really has just been relying on whatever people had available for a long time...] |
| | A-Ah... Um... [Was he just ignored...?] Yeah...? [..........."no" isn't really an option, is it?] |
| | That was my thought, and it's right over here, but...[and Oswald moves towards a small corner] It's only possible if you duck down under the counter here. [he taps it with his cane to indicate the spot. Essentially, there's a couple cabinets here.] |
[He looks over. Hm...]
Huh...
[Well. Next room, then, if there's nothing else... For now he'll just remember that information.]
Huh...
[Well. Next room, then, if there's nothing else... For now he'll just remember that information.]
| | Oh, ah... Well. It's nice sometimes, you know. |
| | Um... Not really. I've never really, um... [Edward fidgets awkwardly for a moment.] I've never really thought about it much before, you know? [He's never really had an opportunity to go shopping like that, is what he feels a little awkward about admitting straight up.] |
| | [the next room, they have to go out into the hall for. The break room and the kitchen are connected, but from there it's back into the main hall. There's a couple doors further down.] The labs he was trying to get to are the next two doors on the right and left. He did manage to steal something from there, but he didn't get far. He tripped the silent alarm, which brought the GCPD in fairly quickly. [there's a slight twinge somewhere under his sternum at the mention of the precinct--but he shoves it aside] He was caught in one of the labs, pouring over their notes. |
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