*Hello Wendi, feeling a little All Might-y today?*
*More so Mr Compress.*
*Well, I love a little Mr. Compress. How are you this fine morning?*
*Eh, minor headache, a bit tired, cold. All the fun things.*
*I know how that feels, my mouth was sealed shut by the cold in my sleep. Wanna rp?*
*Sure, was about to bring in my police detective aasimar.*
*Would you like anyone specific for that then?*
*Anyone you feel will do.*
There has been news of a new Detective Inspector coming to the Lord's Yard, the local police. Due to issues arising from murders, death, arson, magical dealings, and such Lord's Yard didn't have the right resources to keep the people of the town safe. Thus a call was made to the Thane Foundation, an outpost centered in the Deep Space to protect Earth from cosmic threats and things already on the ground.
What appears to be a human man walks up the steps to the Lord's Yard, hands nestled deeply in his pockets to keep them warm from the chill of the early February weather. He appears to be about 30 or so, early thirties, and stands about 5'11. He has short, but slightly curly light brown hair that follows down into a scruffy beard. His eyes are nearly black, though still having the same resemblance to human eyes a white sclera. He wears a black frock coat, more so for comfort than aesthetic, underneath is a buttoned navy vest with silver buttons, and then a black button-up shirt. He also wears a pair of black breeches along with a pair of boots. He wears a pair of gloves over his hands, meant to keep his hands warm. On his head is a black bowler cap which, hidden on the rim, is a small stitched symbol of some kind.
Two officers who are standing at the front of the Lord's Yard nod to him. "Good Morning Inspector Thorne, your office has been set upstairs." one explains and Thorne nods, giving a ghost of a smile. "Excellent, thank you." He says, his voice thick with a London accent.
Another Aasimar walks past them, smoking a pipe as he does so. His tired eyes look over to them for a long time, as if they are trying to see something within them, his trench coat and plain brown clothes gently flapping in the wind. He blows some smoke, taking out a journal, and magical quill beginning to write something he’s mumbling. (My own Aasimar detective)
*Hello Wendi, feeling a little All Might-y today?*
*More so Mr Compress.*
*Well, I love a little Mr. Compress. How are you this fine morning?*
*Eh, minor headache, a bit tired, cold. All the fun things.*
*I know how that feels, my mouth was sealed shut by the cold in my sleep. Wanna rp?*
*Sure, was about to bring in my police detective aasimar.*
*Would you like anyone specific for that then?*
*Anyone you feel will do.*
There has been news of a new Detective Inspector coming to the Lord's Yard, the local police. Due to issues arising from murders, death, arson, magical dealings, and such Lord's Yard didn't have the right resources to keep the people of the town safe. Thus a call was made to the Thane Foundation, an outpost centered in the Deep Space to protect Earth from cosmic threats and things already on the ground.
What appears to be a human man walks up the steps to the Lord's Yard, hands nestled deeply in his pockets to keep them warm from the chill of the early February weather. He appears to be about 30 or so, early thirties, and stands about 5'11. He has short, but slightly curly light brown hair that follows down into a scruffy beard. His eyes are nearly black, though still having the same resemblance to human eyes a white sclera. He wears a black frock coat, more so for comfort than aesthetic, underneath is a buttoned navy vest with silver buttons, and then a black button-up shirt. He also wears a pair of black breeches along with a pair of boots. He wears a pair of gloves over his hands, meant to keep his hands warm. On his head is a black bowler cap which, hidden on the rim, is a small stitched symbol of some kind.
Two officers who are standing at the front of the Lord's Yard nod to him. "Good Morning Inspector Thorne, your office has been set upstairs." one explains and Thorne nods, giving a ghost of a smile. "Excellent, thank you." He says, his voice thick with a London accent.
Another Aasimar walks past them, smoking a pipe as he does so. His tired eyes look over to them for a long time, as if they are trying to see something within them, his trench coat and plain brown clothes gently flapping in the wind. He blows some smoke, taking out a journal, and magical quill beginning to write something he’s mumbling. (My own Aasimar detective)
Thorne walks inside, rolling his shoulders as he gets used to the amount of people around him. People appear in an out, common criminals being escorted to cells in the basement, folks taking statements, its all so... crowded. He makes a mental note to figure out a way to set aside certain rooms for certain things. He sighs and opens the door to his office, frowning a bit.
Its a mess.
He takes off his jacket, smoothing out the front of his waistcoat, and begins to pick up things and set them into boxes.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Trench quietly follows them, though he stays outside of their office, putting his journal away along with the quill. His back gives an involuntary pop, showing his age as he gives a tired groan, blinking slowly. He waves to them, “Sorry about that, you new in town?”
Trench quietly follows them, though he stays outside of their office, putting his journal away along with the quill. His back gives an involuntary pop, showing his age as he gives a tired groan, blinking slowly. He waves to them, “Sorry about that, you new in town?”
Thorne looks up and nods "I am. May I help you?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Trench quietly follows them, though he stays outside of their office, putting his journal away along with the quill. His back gives an involuntary pop, showing his age as he gives a tired groan, blinking slowly. He waves to them, “Sorry about that, you new in town?”
Thorne looks up and nods "I am. May I help you?"
He shakes his head, coughing slightly and downing some pills “Just saying hello to a fellow detective officer, which is what you are, correct?”
Trench quietly follows them, though he stays outside of their office, putting his journal away along with the quill. His back gives an involuntary pop, showing his age as he gives a tired groan, blinking slowly. He waves to them, “Sorry about that, you new in town?”
Thorne looks up and nods "I am. May I help you?"
He shakes his head, coughing slightly and downing some pills “Just saying hello to a fellow detective officer, which is what you are, correct?”
"Correct." He nods again, placing his hands in his pockets in a relaxed manner as he watches them "Are you well?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Trench quietly follows them, though he stays outside of their office, putting his journal away along with the quill. His back gives an involuntary pop, showing his age as he gives a tired groan, blinking slowly. He waves to them, “Sorry about that, you new in town?”
Thorne looks up and nods "I am. May I help you?"
He shakes his head, coughing slightly and downing some pills “Just saying hello to a fellow detective officer, which is what you are, correct?”
"Correct." He nods again, placing his hands in his pockets in a relaxed manner as he watches them "Are you well?"
“Eh, no, but I’ve got an apprentice to take my place when I’m dead.” He says with a shrug, putting his own hands in the pockets of his trench coat.
Trench quietly follows them, though he stays outside of their office, putting his journal away along with the quill. His back gives an involuntary pop, showing his age as he gives a tired groan, blinking slowly. He waves to them, “Sorry about that, you new in town?”
Thorne looks up and nods "I am. May I help you?"
He shakes his head, coughing slightly and downing some pills “Just saying hello to a fellow detective officer, which is what you are, correct?”
"Correct." He nods again, placing his hands in his pockets in a relaxed manner as he watches them "Are you well?"
“Eh, no, but I’ve got an apprentice to take my place when I’m dead.” He says with a shrug, putting his own hands in the pockets of his trench coat.
"If you are dying why not see the local cleric or physician, they would be able to help you through out the rest of the time rather than force yourself to do this job." He explained, walking over to a window, and looking out to the town.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Trench quietly follows them, though he stays outside of their office, putting his journal away along with the quill. His back gives an involuntary pop, showing his age as he gives a tired groan, blinking slowly. He waves to them, “Sorry about that, you new in town?”
Thorne looks up and nods "I am. May I help you?"
He shakes his head, coughing slightly and downing some pills “Just saying hello to a fellow detective officer, which is what you are, correct?”
"Correct." He nods again, placing his hands in his pockets in a relaxed manner as he watches them "Are you well?"
“Eh, no, but I’ve got an apprentice to take my place when I’m dead.” He says with a shrug, putting his own hands in the pockets of his trench coat.
"If you are dying why not see the local cleric or physician, they would be able to help you through out the rest of the time rather than force yourself to do this job." He explained, walking over to a window, and looking out to the town.
“I’ve thought of that, and I have. Nothing can be done, so I’d rather help those I can than struggle to help myself.” He says, sighing softly, walking inside and leaving the door open behind him, fidgeting with some change in his pockets.
Trench quietly follows them, though he stays outside of their office, putting his journal away along with the quill. His back gives an involuntary pop, showing his age as he gives a tired groan, blinking slowly. He waves to them, “Sorry about that, you new in town?”
Thorne looks up and nods "I am. May I help you?"
He shakes his head, coughing slightly and downing some pills “Just saying hello to a fellow detective officer, which is what you are, correct?”
"Correct." He nods again, placing his hands in his pockets in a relaxed manner as he watches them "Are you well?"
“Eh, no, but I’ve got an apprentice to take my place when I’m dead.” He says with a shrug, putting his own hands in the pockets of his trench coat.
"If you are dying why not see the local cleric or physician, they would be able to help you through out the rest of the time rather than force yourself to do this job." He explained, walking over to a window, and looking out to the town.
“I’ve thought of that, and I have. Nothing can be done, so I’d rather help those I can than struggle to help myself.” He says, sighing softly, walking inside and leaving the door open behind him, fidgeting with some change in his pockets.
"A noble task I suppose." He nods and walks over to his desk "Your apprentice, will he be working here?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Uh IDK sry*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Another Aasimar walks past them, smoking a pipe as he does so. His tired eyes look over to them for a long time, as if they are trying to see something within them, his trench coat and plain brown clothes gently flapping in the wind. He blows some smoke, taking out a journal, and magical quill beginning to write something he’s mumbling. (My own Aasimar detective)
*Do you have anyone you want to play in particular?*
*So yeah according to the wheel you get two furries and one tiefling*
https://www.pixilart.com/photo/lemmoth-open-species-its-called-6e312b1f41d5a04
Lify is wandering around in the forest
Circut (The protogen) is generally wandering around
The new person is flying around in the open skies
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Thorne walks inside, rolling his shoulders as he gets used to the amount of people around him. People appear in an out, common criminals being escorted to cells in the basement, folks taking statements, its all so... crowded. He makes a mental note to figure out a way to set aside certain rooms for certain things. He sighs and opens the door to his office, frowning a bit.
Its a mess.
He takes off his jacket, smoothing out the front of his waistcoat, and begins to pick up things and set them into boxes.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Cut for Wendi.*
Trench quietly follows them, though he stays outside of their office, putting his journal away along with the quill. His back gives an involuntary pop, showing his age as he gives a tired groan, blinking slowly. He waves to them, “Sorry about that, you new in town?”
*Cut for Tarra.*
They happen to run across someone meditating, sand swirling around their desert garbs as they take deep breaths.
Elijah waves to them, offering for them to come into his shop.
Benimaru is going for a walk on the sky, completely recovered from his fight, and looking as tired as before.
Thorne looks up and nods "I am. May I help you?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He shakes his head, coughing slightly and downing some pills “Just saying hello to a fellow detective officer, which is what you are, correct?”
Lify looks to them, and waves hello
The protogen walks into the shop looking around at what they see
The new arrival notices them, and attempts to get as far away as they can
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Welp, I'ma draw a chibi Bas and Ser from Smorgas. Sorry if I reply late, tho I am still on! :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Correct." He nods again, placing his hands in his pockets in a relaxed manner as he watches them "Are you well?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Considering their eyes are closed, they don’t notice.
Elijah has expanded his shop, he’s got practically anything he could use metal to make, or at least a lot of stuff.
Benimaru notices, reaching out a hand to catch them by the shoulder “Hey hey hey, why so quick to flee?”
“Eh, no, but I’ve got an apprentice to take my place when I’m dead.” He says with a shrug, putting his own hands in the pockets of his trench coat.
"If you are dying why not see the local cleric or physician, they would be able to help you through out the rest of the time rather than force yourself to do this job." He explained, walking over to a window, and looking out to the town.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hello" She says, whist waving her hand again
"Do ya... know how to make limbs?"
The anthro creature stares, it's eyes wide
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“I’ve thought of that, and I have. Nothing can be done, so I’d rather help those I can than struggle to help myself.” He says, sighing softly, walking inside and leaving the door open behind him, fidgeting with some change in his pockets.
She opens an eye, waving back to them out of politeness “Hello.”
He looks over to them “Sure, what kind do you need?”
He lets go of them, putting two hands in his pockets, “Quiet huh?”
"A noble task I suppose." He nods and walks over to his desk "Your apprentice, will he be working here?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Lify looks to them
"One like this" They point to their arm "It's broken..."
"Who... are you?" They stare, all of their eyes wide open
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.