Post by Altus on Jul 5, 2017 13:40:23 GMT -6
The thursday afternoon was dragging by at the Yorke Detective Agency. The ace detective himself was methodically cleaning all the parts of his fire-arm with a relentless focus to keep his mind active while his erstwhile assistant, Kinks, was struggling with some science homework that Yorke had already completed mentally approximately three times while he'd answered the first question. The only oddity in the office this afternoon was Meryl who'd stopped by to spend her day off with her closest friends and had long since given up trying to get a conversation out of them. It was clear the two of them were bored senseless. So she'd pulled out a Haze novel she'd been reading as a guilty pleasure and dropped down onto the couch to flick through it and enjoy ol' Donald's air conditioning. She was still thumbing through it when she paused and made a slightly confused sound.
"That's strange," she murmured.
"Strange?" Yorke's head shot up and he deflty re-assembled his glock without even looking, "What's strange?"
"It's nothing serious," Meryl sighed and folded the book over her thumb, "I just noticed some weird similarities with the psychic in this story and with Stand users."
Yorke's eyes flashed with the tell-tale spark of curiousity. Glancing at Meryl's hand, he quickly began typing into his laptop and scouring through something or other. Kinks seemed to have forgotten his homework and was now peering over his mentor's shoulder with intense interest as he pretended to keep up with the English detective's monstrous reading speed.
Yorke finally snapped his fingers and shut the laptop's lid.
"Psychic abilities who can be seen only by other users. A personal reflection of the user's spirit. It would seem this... 'Haze' person is quite well versed in art imitating life and has made a living off it. Though I must say Meryl, I believe your time would be better spent in more academic pursuits."
Meryl rolled her eyes. She wasn't exactly surprised that Yorke was uninterested in the world of fiction but she felt like it might hinder his deductive ability to only deal in facts and data. She sat back and watched as Yorke strode out the door with Kinks tugging on his jacket and following suit with Yorke's hat in hand. She sighed and returned to her book, taking a moment to set her cellphone on the living room table. No doubt they'd end up injured soon enough...
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With worrying speed, Yorke had located the main residence of the famous Sci-Fi Author and was keen to get started on his investigation. His analysis of the building's exterior troubled him somewhat, his cursory examination of the author's life had told him he had a wife and daughter but he was getting an ugly impression from the building. Kinks seemed to be doing his best to look unobtrusive and innocent which, unfortunately, looked very similar to a burglar casing a building. Yorke approached the front door and pressed the buzzer immediately before drawing his hand back and waiting. He was keen to see what this Sci-Fi author looked like, Meryl seemed to hold him in high regard. Well. We shall see...
"That's strange," she murmured.
"Strange?" Yorke's head shot up and he deflty re-assembled his glock without even looking, "What's strange?"
"It's nothing serious," Meryl sighed and folded the book over her thumb, "I just noticed some weird similarities with the psychic in this story and with Stand users."
Yorke's eyes flashed with the tell-tale spark of curiousity. Glancing at Meryl's hand, he quickly began typing into his laptop and scouring through something or other. Kinks seemed to have forgotten his homework and was now peering over his mentor's shoulder with intense interest as he pretended to keep up with the English detective's monstrous reading speed.
Yorke finally snapped his fingers and shut the laptop's lid.
"Psychic abilities who can be seen only by other users. A personal reflection of the user's spirit. It would seem this... 'Haze' person is quite well versed in art imitating life and has made a living off it. Though I must say Meryl, I believe your time would be better spent in more academic pursuits."
Meryl rolled her eyes. She wasn't exactly surprised that Yorke was uninterested in the world of fiction but she felt like it might hinder his deductive ability to only deal in facts and data. She sat back and watched as Yorke strode out the door with Kinks tugging on his jacket and following suit with Yorke's hat in hand. She sighed and returned to her book, taking a moment to set her cellphone on the living room table. No doubt they'd end up injured soon enough...
--
With worrying speed, Yorke had located the main residence of the famous Sci-Fi Author and was keen to get started on his investigation. His analysis of the building's exterior troubled him somewhat, his cursory examination of the author's life had told him he had a wife and daughter but he was getting an ugly impression from the building. Kinks seemed to be doing his best to look unobtrusive and innocent which, unfortunately, looked very similar to a burglar casing a building. Yorke approached the front door and pressed the buzzer immediately before drawing his hand back and waiting. He was keen to see what this Sci-Fi author looked like, Meryl seemed to hold him in high regard. Well. We shall see...