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Post by Nᴇᴠ on Aug 2, 2016 9:49:19 GMT -5
:0-hug-
Oh yeah I forgot about him. If you don't want to RP him ai can always take him!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 10:10:27 GMT -5
((Morning Bolder!! XD I'm preparing to sleep now so if you don't mind I'll reply to your post tomorrow? X3)) [[ morning! i don't mind at all. ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 10:12:32 GMT -5
:0-hug-Oh yeah I forgot about him. If you don't want to RP him ai can always take him! [[ i mean, if you want him you can have him. he's my least favorite cx ]]
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 2, 2016 10:17:08 GMT -5
[[Good morning xD ]]
T'Challa shook his head, hands reaching out in a sign that he was not finished. While the explanation started piecing itself together in his mind, the king's heart was trying to take into account just how much his words may hurt. He'd seen what the museums had to offer of Barnes' and Roger's friendship, plus he'd witnessed just how far the two would go to help the other, and he highly admired that. "That's our problem; we have no idea." He shook his head again, slightly frustrated. If there was one thing he didn't want to happen, it would be getting everyone worked up. Steve had brought his team here because it was supposed to be safe; a statement that T'Challa reiterated with sureness. Wakanda was, in fact, one of the most secure places on earth in his opinion. Not anymore; and it was under his watch. "He went out for a jog; the generic route around the compound." He started. "I know Sam and one of my Dora Milaje went with him, but their little inside joke spurred Steve to go on ahead." If it was any other time, he would have smiled; but his face remained as empathetic and neutral as possible. "None of the guards, in and out of the surrounding area, saw anything..." He paused, as if there was more information, but all that came out was a very quiet and respectful: "My apologies, I should have been more aware of any movements."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 10:53:11 GMT -5
[[ Buenos días. ]]
Bucky nodded slowly as the explanation came to a finish. He didn't blame T'Challa. He didn't blame Sam, or the Dora Milaje. He didn't blame himself either, surprisingly. He just forced himself to take a deep breath before asking, "You never found a body or anything?" If there was no body, that could mean that Steve was still alive. T'Challa would've lead with that instead of making it sound like his friend was just missing, right? But, how? Steve was strong, as strong as Bucky if not stronger, and you didn't just kidnap someone like either of them. That fact alone gave Bucky a little kindling of hope in the back of his mind. Steve had to be alright, because there was no way someone had just... killed him. He felt the panic rising in the back of his throat again, and he closed his eyes, shifting how he was sitting so he could reach his one arm up and rub at his eyes. Why was he awake anyways? He was sort of useless like this, with HYDRA in his head and with only one arm. They had discussed that no prosthetic would be made until he had his mind entirely under his own control again, and he wasn't in any way. He could feel it, to be honest, just in the way that he felt flighty and his chest felt tight. He never used to feel like this all the time.
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 2, 2016 11:18:37 GMT -5
"No body was found, which we are taking as a blessing so far." T'Challa nodded, hands staring to fidget with the stark white sheets under him. He pondered getting up to walk around, a way to ease his nerve, but he held against it. Besides, it was better if he kept himself seated. "I do, however, have some further problems: It seems Tony Stark's tower was raided, and we haven't been able to find out if they are still there or not." He continued, sighing. He had made sure to keep Tony at arms length when it came to inviting him to Wakanda, mostly because of his current guests, but he was truly concerned for the billionaire as well. Besides, Stark was basically handling the delicacies of the Accords with little backup. "We wanted to ask- although I already knew the answer- if you'd be willing to help in the search." Glancing at the stub, he frowned. "I have my best team on the task of replacing your arm, and I'm sure they'll be done very soon; unfortunately, all of the neurologists are still testing out possible solutions to..." He trailed off, but gestured lightly
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Post by Nᴇᴠ on Aug 2, 2016 11:25:28 GMT -5
I can then! He seems like an intetesting character to RP. ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 12:47:17 GMT -5
"No body was found, which we are taking as a blessing so far." T'Challa nodded, hands staring to fidget with the stark white sheets under him. He pondered getting up to walk around, a way to ease his nerve, but he held against it. Besides, it was better if he kept himself seated. "I do, however, have some further problems: It seems Tony Stark's tower was raided, and we haven't been able to find out if they are still there or not." He continued, sighing. He had made sure to keep Tony at arms length when it came to inviting him to Wakanda, mostly because of his current guests, but he was truly concerned for the billionaire as well. Besides, Stark was basically handling the delicacies of the Accords with little backup. "We wanted to ask- although I already knew the answer- if you'd be willing to help in the search." Glancing at the stub, he frowned. "I have my best team on the task of replacing your arm, and I'm sure they'll be done very soon; unfortunately, all of the neurologists are still testing out possible solutions to..." He trailed off, but gestured lightly [[ sorry, i was watching stranger things <3 such a good show. ]] Bucky gave a small nod. Good. That had to mean that Steve was probably still alive. If someone had kidnapped him to kill him, then they would've known by now, right? But Stark too? Bucky couldn't say that he wanted to help that guy. No, maybe that was selfish, and stupid. Tony had tried to kill him, and had almost succeeded, but if their roles had been reversed Bucky might've tried to do the same. He couldn't tell himself that he wouldn't have. "Of course I'll help," he said after a moment, "the best that I can." Of course, he wasn't sure how reliable he was going to be mentally. In addition to the brainwashing, according to the psychologists at least, he had a whooping case of PTSD, and a whole slew of things that he didn't want to list off to himself. It had been the second major reason why they'd decided to put him on ice. "When do we start?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 12:47:36 GMT -5
I can then! He seems like an intetesting character to RP. )) [[ alright ^^ we should probably come up with a plot. ]]
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Post by Nᴇᴠ on Aug 2, 2016 13:04:26 GMT -5
Oh my, I'm very bad at this so bear with me ;0 ))
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 2, 2016 13:06:13 GMT -5
"Well, we've already got most hands on deck, but you can start whenever you're ready." T'Challa regarded the man in front of him silently, not wanting to rush or influence his choice whatsoever. Of course, the mention of Tony would be cause for slight concern, but it was part of the rescue mission. As of this moment, however, the Black Panther was not even sure if the current residents of the tower were actually in the same predicament as the missing Captain, but he did have people checking it out as he spoke. "I sent over a small group to check the tower, though it is under the pretense that I'm working on a project with Stark. I'm sure they'll relay the information as soon as possible." Taking that as his cue to get his own ball rolling, T'Challa pushed himself off the bed and stood up; straightening out the sheets that he had creased. A moment or so later, another familiar face peeked out of the slightly ajar door. Clint, nodding at the two, smiled. "Good to see you're awake, Barnes. The others, though busy, say hi." The slight bags under his eyes hinted at a long couple of nights, but Clint seemed too focused to care. Instead, he pushed the door further and slid into the room.
[[ Naw, it's fine ^^ It's a public holiday tomorrow, so I'm finally catching up on Zoo and Mr Robot as well xD ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 13:08:54 GMT -5
Oh my, I'm very bad at this so bear with me ;0 )) [[ oh same yikes. ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 13:13:42 GMT -5
"Well, we've already got most hands on deck, but you can start whenever you're ready." T'Challa regarded the man in front of him silently, not wanting to rush or influence his choice whatsoever. Of course, the mention of Tony would be cause for slight concern, but it was part of the rescue mission. As of this moment, however, the Black Panther was not even sure if the current residents of the tower were actually in the same predicament as the missing Captain, but he did have people checking it out as he spoke. "I sent over a small group to check the tower, though it is under the pretense that I'm working on a project with Stark. I'm sure they'll relay the information as soon as possible." Taking that as his cue to get his own ball rolling, T'Challa pushed himself off the bed and stood up; straightening out the sheets that he had creased. A moment or so later, another familiar face peeked out of the slightly ajar door. Clint, nodding at the two, smiled. "Good to see you're awake, Barnes. The others, though busy, say hi." The slight bags under his eyes hinted at a long couple of nights, but Clint seemed too focused to care. Instead, he pushed the door further and slid into the room. [[ Naw, it's fine ^^ It's a public holiday tomorrow, so I'm finally catching up on Zoo and Mr Robot as well xD ]] Another nod from Bucky. He didn't really care about Tony, actually, or at least he didn't want to have to. Tony wasn't his friend, and he wasn't his business, but he supposed if he was going to help with Steve he was going to help them too... He turned as he heard the door creak open, catching himself with his arm again as he almost tipped sideways. He was finding that with not having the metal arm (which had been too heavy and had weighed him down) he was having a lot of balance issues, because his left side was so much lighter. Hopefully T'Challa's team would have a replacement soon. "Hey," he greeted Clint, looking him over for a moment before cracking a soft smile and saying, "good to see you." The next person in the door he hadn't ever talked to before, but he knew that her name was Wanda. She smiled softly, dodging past Clint so there was more room to maneuver. "Hello, Barnes," she greeted. "Hello," he greeted back tentatively, spinning himself around fully so he was facing them. He wasn't going to try to get up yet. He was still kinda woozy.
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Post by Nᴇᴠ on Aug 2, 2016 13:21:30 GMT -5
I'll think on it! I juat finished the remainder of my APISH homework so my mind isn't up to thinking rn ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 13:23:27 GMT -5
I'll think on it! I juat finished the remainder of my APISH homework so my mind isn't up to thinking rn )) [[ i'll think too! i literally haven't gotten out of bed all day oops. ]]
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 2, 2016 13:43:47 GMT -5
"Wanda, Clint, hope you are well." T'Challa smiled at the two newcomers and stepped aside; just in case someone wanted to take his place on the vacant hospital bed. Clint, however, glanced at it and made no move towards it; instead, he shuffled to a corner and leaned on it; shoulders balancing on the two respective walls. "I called in a couple favors, and there has been little talk on the diplomatic side; I think Secretary Ross has either not been informed yet or he's keeping things under wraps." He murmured, but he focused on a random spot on the wall. T'Challa, nodding, turned back to Bucky and offered a hand. "Perhaps we should go check with the others' progress, and then check with the engineers for your arm replacement?" He pondered aloud. If the schematics he saw previously were anything to go by, then he was sure the arm would be up to par. There was the talk of enhancing it with vibranium, but he hadn't checked in with them since his arrival from another meeting.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 14:25:03 GMT -5
"Sure thing," Bucky replied, taking T'Challa's hand and hoisting himself to his feet with a small grunt. He wobbled, but steadied himself enough to stand freely in a moment. "Can I have some shoes?" he asked, voice almost a chuckle as he looked down at his bare feet. It was apparent he had lost some muscle mass from being in stasis for so long, but it never took him much time to gain it back anyways. A moment later, Wanda produced a pair of generic white slippers, which had apparently been sitting on the other side of the bed. "Here." He took them with a small grunt of thanks, dropping them on the floor before slipping them on after struggling to not just pick his feet up and put the shoes on with both hands. He kept doing that, but it was probably to be expected. He knew that he'd lost his real arm, but there hadn't been a time in a very long time where he didn't have that prosthetic attached to him.
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Post by Nᴇᴠ on Aug 2, 2016 15:45:25 GMT -5
Hey, I've been thinking, AND looking all over google and I really can't find a plot for the RP. ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 15:50:39 GMT -5
[[ i've been thinking too and i'm literally so uncreative that i couldn't come up with anything! ]]
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 2, 2016 18:51:19 GMT -5
How could I have missed that? Evangeline silently said to herself when Sherlock mentioned the Brooks Brothers lapel. She must have been too absorbed in trying to figure out the name on the bloody tag so she missed it. Yet, she did take note of the slight discontent in Sherlock's voice when he replied, probably a bit ticked off because most of her deduction were the same as his. I'm not half as bad as what you may think. She flashed him a look, only briefly, not meaning to brag or anything. That brief moment later, she returned her attention back onto the screen, and in the distance the medics have finally started to do something about the body that was stuck in the frozen pond. About time too. She rolled her eyes internally. Evangeline was actually equally annoyed with the medics as Sherlock was, but she didn't really show it given that Sherlock had already expressed his discontent openly. One person giving them a hard time was more than enough. The software she had selected booted up, allowing her to access the photos she just took. Swiftly she selected one of them and dragged it into the software, her hands frantically typing and swiping on the keyboard. On the screen, the distortion of the ice is being removed, and slowly the tag that the dead man wore is becoming clear. "I...Ian..." She read out loud as soon as the tag started to show, wanting Sherlock to know as well. "Ian... Craw... Crawford. Ian Crawford." Ian Crawford. That name rang a bell somewhere, and Evangeline was sure she recently heard it somewhere. "That name sounds familiar." Dee's voice suddenly came from one of her ears and she realized she was still on the phone with him and had forgotten to hang up. "Right. Yes, from a few days ago I think." She mumbled to herself, searching through her memory. "Dee can you go set up Wi-Fi?" "Of course." With that, Dee hang up the phone and started his work, having brought his laptop as well. "I think it was on the news some time ago." Evangeline suddenly remembered something and turned to Sherlock. "Something about a scandal. The guy's name was mentioned. Unfortunately I don't remember much about it, not really particularly interested in business or politics you see. Might you recall something about it?" "It definitely had something to do with money."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 20:11:02 GMT -5
"Ian Crawford..." Sherlock mused, letting the name roll off of his tongue as he disappeared into his head for a moment to search up any knowledge on the man. But, alas, it seemed all the cubbies where he stored that sort of thing were empty and dusty. Maybe he had erased it, or maybe he just hadn't heard about it. John (and everyone else) always told him that, with a job like his, he should be paying more attention to the mainstream news and things like that, but he mainly just sat by and watched reality TV while John did the taking calls and looking at crime reports sort of thing. He was good at it too. The man had always had a nose for danger. "Doesn't ring a bell," he raised his voice and shouted, "John! John! What do you know about an Ian Crawford?" The man in question nearly dropped his phone at Sherlock's shouting, since he was in the middle of typing yet another paragraph to the man's big brother, but he managed to keep ahold of it and slip it into his pocket before starting over, "Who?" "Ian Crawford; what are you doing?" Sherlock informed and then asked in quick succession, eyes darting down to John's pocket before flickering back ip to the man's face. "I'm... texting Mary, I-" "No you're not, who are you texting?" Sherlock persisted, reaching towards the man to try to get at his pocket, but John took a quick step back. "What are you doing Sherlock?" he hissed, only to get a pout from the detective, "and if you must know, Ian Crawford stole about five million dollars from some bank in America, I think. The weird thing about it was a lot of it was never logged in the registries though, so they couldn't put a charge on him."
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Post by Nᴇᴠ on Aug 2, 2016 20:37:41 GMT -5
Hmm..well, would you like to wing it for now and see whwre it takes us? ))
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 2, 2016 20:44:40 GMT -5
[ooc] Just a quick question XD do you mind if I changed Evangeline's last name to "House" so that it's easier for people like Sherlock to call her by her last name? Schrodinger is such a mouthful :3
[rp] "Ah, yes!" What the doctor said rekindled Evangeline's memory. "The man denies everything about it though, since as the doctor mentioned, there was no log in the registry, but most people believe it was him. Stirred up quite a lot of attention some time back when the news first came out, at least now we know maybe why he's dead in the middle of an iced pond." She watched quite amused as Sherlock tried to make for the doctor's phone. Poor Doctor probably shouldn't have hid it, or else it only made Sherlock want it more. "The Wi-Fi's up and running." At this moment all four of them were in the same place again and Dee was carrying his laptop on top of his right arm. He must have heard some of their conversation, because he seemed to want to add something to it. "But one other thing though, to add to your analysis. I find it weird why he would steal from the bank to begin with." "You do?" Evangeline eyed him curiously. Dee always did the background check of victims or the victim's family and all that. He's good at it too, since he was partly a researcher. Finding information on his laptop was an easy job for him. Evangeline could be doing it herself, but she wasn't as interested in backgrounds at all, she cared about how the crime was done, but Dee was certainly useful in that aspect, he knew all sorts of things. "The man's rich, millions and billions of dollars in every one of his bank accounts, and yes he does have more than one." Dee started, turning the screen over to show them what he was talking about. "One of the richest business man, I dare say." So... So.. the sudden information excited Evangeline once more, and she stood up from where she was sitting. "So... Why would a man that's so rich already, need to steal from a bank in the first place?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 21:00:48 GMT -5
Hmm..well, would you like to wing it for now and see whwre it takes us? )) [[ that's honestly fine with me. ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 21:10:37 GMT -5
[ooc] Just a quick question XD do you mind if I changed Evangeline's last name to "House" so that it's easier for people like Sherlock to call her by her last name? Schrodinger is such a mouthful :3
[rp] "Ah, yes!" What the doctor said rekindled Evangeline's memory. "The man denies everything about it though, since as the doctor mentioned, there was no log in the registry, but most people believe it was him. Stirred up quite a lot of attention some time back when the news first came out, at least now we know maybe why he's dead in the middle of an iced pond." She watched quite amused as Sherlock tried to make for the doctor's phone. Poor Doctor probably shouldn't have hid it, or else it only made Sherlock want it more. "The Wi-Fi's up and running." At this moment all four of them were in the same place again and Dee was carrying his laptop on top of his right arm. He must have heard some of their conversation, because he seemed to want to add something to it. "But one other thing though, to add to your analysis. I find it weird why he would steal from the bank to begin with." "You do?" Evangeline eyed him curiously. Dee always did the background check of victims or the victim's family and all that. He's good at it too, since he was partly a researcher. Finding information on his laptop was an easy job for him. Evangeline could be doing it herself, but she wasn't as interested in backgrounds at all, she cared about how the crime was done, but Dee was certainly useful in that aspect, he knew all sorts of things. "The man's rich, millions and billions of dollars in every one of his bank accounts, and yes he does have more than one." Dee started, turning the screen over to show them what he was talking about. "One of the richest business man, I dare say." So... So.. the sudden information excited Evangeline once more, and she stood up from where she was sitting. "So... Why would a man that's so rich already, need to steal from a bank in the first place?" [[ i don't mind at all! ]] "The answer to that would probably be he didn't," Sherlock put in, making one last ditch attempt to grab for John's phone, which was once again foiled as the doctor physically pushed his one hand away with both hands, glaring and muttering under his breath. Fine. John could have it his way, but Sherlock knew he was lying, and he also knew that there was a ninety-nine point nine percent chance that the man would fall asleep in the cab on the ride back to Sherlock's flat, and he could peek at it then. That's what he always did anyways. John, meanwhile, satisfied that Sherlock was done for now at least, asked, "Isn't that a pretty heavy statement to make? I mean, if I remember right, all of the money was transferred to his account through his private line." "Private doesn't always mean private," Sherlock replied with a roll of his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest, "plenty of people could've gained access, and Americans are sloppy with where they throw their money anyways. It makes it easy." John knew he was probably right, but at the same time he didn't want his friend spouting this off to a dozen reporters without any actual proof. That could only happen so many times, he had found. "Well, then we can look into it, yeah? Your brother could probably help." "No." " Yes, Sherlock."
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 2, 2016 21:33:02 GMT -5
"We can take care of that if you'd like." Dee offered, knowing that this conversation would probably end in Sherlock and Watson arguing back and forth for who knows how long. Besides, he wasn't sure if the doctor wanted Sherlock to find out that their client was his brother at all. It might just make the matter worse. "Why yes, we could, they don't call us techno geeks for nothing." Evangeline agreed, taking note of why Dee made the offer in the first place. "Our client gave us clearance to do some poking around in their files, so I assume they'd turn a blind eye to my activities until the thing's solved." As they spoke, the medics team have finally succeeded in pulling the body out of the pond. Evangeline looked towards the direction and felt a tinge of excitement once again, but she hid it well this time. "Or... We could take care of the checking records part after we check the body." She suggested. Would probably be the only logical way. Dee thought. He still wondered if Sherlock would agree to let them handle the record check, since after all, he did refer to this as his case. The most horrible way this could go would probably be them going to Mycroft on their own and finding out anyways that Mycroft was their client. And then things would still get out of hand. Sorry Doctor Watson, but I feel like Sherlock finding out about this is a thing that just has to happen.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 21:41:51 GMT -5
[[ i am going to poof for like an hour to finish watching stranger things xD ]]
Sherlock just looked at Evangeline and Dee for a moment before he spun around and headed towards the body without a word. He looked like a bloodhound on a trail, the way he was walking, leaving John behind with the younger team, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. "It would be best if we don't mention the fact that his brother's your client," he finally said with a small shrug, "and I think, if there's going to be any record checking, Sherlock's going to want to be in on it, just so you know." And with that he turned, heading after the detective, who was already halfway onto the ice to go and look at the body.
[[ blah, that was short. i'll be up to par after i have finality on the fates of my babies in that show cx ]]
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 2, 2016 21:58:18 GMT -5
[[lol no problem! XD I'm going out soon but I'll have data with me, just reply whenever convenient~ :3 ]]
"I expected that to be the case." Evangeline muttered to herself as she watched them both leave. And when they are a safe distance away she turned towards Dee and thought of his next move. "Do a background check on Ian Crawford and see what you can find. I want history, family, everything, just do what you used to do." Of course. Dee didn't bother answering because by the time Evangeline finished talking, she too was going towards the ice to check on that body. And what was that, is she skipping in her steps? Dee shook his head slightly, but couldn't manage a light smile. He sat down where Evangeline had ditched her own laptop and computer bag, the only thing she brought with her on that ice was a pocket magnifying glass and a camera, though he wasn't sure what the police would think of her using that camera. Oh well. He shrugged and started his work on his laptop- the thing he does best. As Evangeline walked towards the man's dead body, she noted how fresh the body was for a second time. It was just too fresh for something that had been under the ice. That would probably put the time that he was actually put into the pond at sometime yesterday night. She looked around, trying to see if there were any security cameras of any kind that could have possibly captured what happened, but no luck. Why would there be security cameras in a park? The best chance she had was if she checked the cameras situated around the park, that might give her some clue. "The victim's name is Ian Crawford," She heard the inspector introduce the victim, but Sherlock was probably not listening because they have just been talking about it. "He's an American business man that's here for a-" "Yes yes, we know, save all that for the other police." Evangeline really didn't want to hear that anymore so she gave the inspector a light pat on the back and knelt down some distance next to Sherlock, ready to inspect the body.
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