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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Feb 13, 2015 22:45:56 GMT
There were few things more noteworthy to a cops instinct than someone trying to be invisible. It was like waving a red-flag in front of bull or attempting a blood fusion in shark strewn waters. Del had an inkling to look into the big man but duty called. He knew he would be swinging by the new headshrinks office soon but for now he’d leave well enough alone. NOLA was still all but a no man’s land the city hadn’t really rebuilt after the last troubles so more than likely the big man was simply escaping something somewhere else and so long as it wasn’t specifically on his side of the street he would turn a blind eye.
“No need for that Doc, the more the merrier. Sides any friend of our world traveling modern day Kreskin is a friend to the department. Plus last time Miss Amerie got up to her tricks it took three uniforms to wrestle her down. You look more than capable to the task if we need a little muscle.” Del smiled softening the cop look as he offered a hand to the big man. He looked at Xanatos hurrying him along. He knew how much the man could drink and would insure that he was back so that he could pay his tab.
“We best get a move on before she and her cabal have my people seeing shadows at noon.”Del shuddered visibly remembering the last time Miss Amerie got angry at the department. While it wasn’t proven the little nuisances that kept escalating only ended once Del took her a beignet platter and fresh brewed Café’a La Francaise au lait. He knew she considered it an offering. He was okay with her delusions so long as it stopped the harmless yet distracting shadows plaguing his department. Nothing could be substantiated as to the cause but so long as it stopped.
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Post by Hermes Xanatos on Feb 14, 2015 5:37:39 GMT
Hermes sighed stretched drawing Del’s attention more directly towards him. He had the inkling that despite his smile the RPIT guy had his cop antennae up and focusing on Tibs despite his and Tibs efforts to hide him from scrutiny. If he suggested leaving Tibs behind now it would definitely make Del interested. He would prefer not raising his interest anymore.
"Well friend of mine looks like we have to do our civil duty and help the powers that be bump back against the night. We better get a move on before the witch gets stronger in a few hours. Maybe we can talk her down without having to let the cops taze her. Though I doubt she would take that any better than a night in jail."
Hermes knew he and Tibs would have to go with Del he hoped to focus the attention more firmly on himself. He knew that if he could keep Del’s curiosity in check there was a chance Tibs privacy could be maintained. Del was cut from a different cloth than most cops even as he had those cops eyes and instincts. Hermes was counting on those differences helping Del not be the royal pain in the ass that most cops were.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 1:25:54 GMT
Tiber sighed deeply before standing up to his full height, while he was intimidating, at least to those that didn't know him. The witch had better be worth the danger that he was putting himself in. While the physical danger would be minimum, coming up on the cop's radar or worse the witch saying something about his beast could be a disastrous. If the cop overheard her say something about the Tiber’s lion he could be outed. Downing his drink looked over to Hermes.
“Well Let’s go bag us a crazy witch.”
Looking over to the Detective,
“I hope you have the tazer ready. So we can put her down quick.”
Tiber was not going to physically get involved with the witch because he had not magic nor any magically defenses so he had to really depend on Hermes. That was not what he expected, but of course this was just par for the course. Tiber had to depend on this friend to see him through in this. He figured that this was just a matter of time before he found himself in a situation like this anyway. So it was good that he got a chance to place himself in his friends hands in a basically safe environment.
“So Detective, can you taze her before she starts slinging spells?”
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Feb 19, 2015 5:03:04 GMT
Del resisted the urge to step back from the big man. Yes he was bigger standing but there was something immediately threatening about the easy going doctor as he stood. His sighing sounded a little too rumbling. The smile was a little too toothy. Some part of his brain kicked into fight or fight and run mode. Del kept form showing the urge to draw down on the man by stretching in response. It was an easy thing that hid a certain bent to spill blood or worse. He wasn’t sure what it was and purposefully didn’t prod that ache as he had a clue what it could be.
No what it could be but what it was. What he kept from looking at. It was a part of him that he didn’t enjoy. A part of him that had cost him dearly. A part of him that he kept a tight rein on lest the monster slip out. He despised doctors. In his eyes they kept him patched up just enough so that he could go back into general population to receive more pain and deal more death. As the only nonshifting inmate he had to be the most aggressive. He had to be the most violent. He had to be the biggest monster in the yard and it was tiring. If not for the doctors he would have died peacefully as an innocent. Instead he had to summon all of his darkest nightmares and embody them.
He knew he shouldn’t hold a grudge for his life but he did.
“Yeah the Tazers are on the bill but I hope we don’t have to use them. Miss Amerie is a master of being vindictive but skirting the executionable laws. She never actually casts a spell to cause harm directly against another person. She even has a long list of psychiatric issues to protect her from the fallout of her issues with badges guns bullets and all sorts of police issued equipment. Including sirens. That was one that even now I have to augh at. For six weeks every time we struck up lights and sounds thunder and lightning would flash until we stopped using them.”
Laughing as he thought of all of the youtube videos that popped up because of that one.
“Quick is a relative term down here Doc. But Mister Harry Potter here is our best chance of wrapping this up without anyone of us being haunted by trash heap zombie Barbie dolls who happen to be attracted to our choice of colognes or the laces in our shoes.”
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