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tushanshu_logs2015-11-09 12:51 pm
peacefullywreathed) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-11-09 12:51 pm
investigations shenanigans become a catch-all
Characters: Solomon Wreath, Tonks, Bakura
Date: Tonks thread is early November, Bakura's thread is later November
Location: Various sectors
Situation: A: One of Solomon’s cases is proving to be slightly less than standard. Tonks has noticed some weird happenings going on. Goals collide. B: Solomon's training is progressing. Bakura has tells.
Warnings/Rating: None so far, will update as necessary.
A: THE INVESTIGATIONS
Usually, Solomon’s cases were fairly straight-forward. They were either missing-persons or more rarely murders, and in both cases were usually brought to him by relatives or friends. He had taken to refusing murders brought to him by gang-members just wanting a name to seek for revenge, but other than that the occasional murder usually came with a body and were the simplest. The hard part was convincing the client that, no, they really didn’t need to see the body sit up.
Missing-persons required more legwork. They were more interesting and more challenging, and he could circumvent the part where he lacked the sight to look for visual cues. It was like a more challenging puzzle.
Except this time finding the person he was sent after had been laughably easy. That would have caught his attention, if not the fact that the subject was also still alive. His cases were usually easy precisely because someone had been killed.
Also strange was that he had tracked said person into Earth Sector, which was not usually the site of extracurricular unlawful activities; its people were just too damned honest. This would have been a very good time to have been able to see the clothes of the people meeting two tables away. He suspected, if he could have, that they would be wearing clothes more suited to the style of another sector.
Since he couldn’t, all he could really do was sit in the café, trying to eavesdrop from a distance. At least Earth Sector was his home these days, and most people at least peripherally knew ‘the shadow man’; he had justifiable cause for being there. Unfortunately, everyone also knew he did investigative work on the side. Hopefully, the people he was following would chalk his presence up to the former instead of the latter.
B: CATCHING OUT A THIEF
Fighting Bakura and Enjolras were, individually, more physically taxing than anything Solomon had to do during his cases. Granted, during his cases he defaulted to talking his way through any problems. Or intimidating people. Shadows were a great intimidator.
At least on both counts Solomon was in better shape than he had been, and he was getting better at defending himself blind. In Bakura's case, it was helped greatly by the fact that Bakura now had a metaphysical tell. Or perhaps Solomon should say once more had a metaphysical tell.
Which meant that, on some occasions, Solomon was now able to get one up on him unexpectedly.
"You're slowing down," Solomon teased after one such time during no particular bout, not long after Bakura had requested copies of Solomon's research. (Said copies were in Solomon's bag on this particular day, and he didn't doubt that Bakura had already noticed. If the thief didn't make an idle habit of seeing what Solomon carried with him, he'd be surprised.)
Date: Tonks thread is early November, Bakura's thread is later November
Location: Various sectors
Situation: A: One of Solomon’s cases is proving to be slightly less than standard. Tonks has noticed some weird happenings going on. Goals collide. B: Solomon's training is progressing. Bakura has tells.
Warnings/Rating: None so far, will update as necessary.
A: THE INVESTIGATIONS
Usually, Solomon’s cases were fairly straight-forward. They were either missing-persons or more rarely murders, and in both cases were usually brought to him by relatives or friends. He had taken to refusing murders brought to him by gang-members just wanting a name to seek for revenge, but other than that the occasional murder usually came with a body and were the simplest. The hard part was convincing the client that, no, they really didn’t need to see the body sit up.
Missing-persons required more legwork. They were more interesting and more challenging, and he could circumvent the part where he lacked the sight to look for visual cues. It was like a more challenging puzzle.
Except this time finding the person he was sent after had been laughably easy. That would have caught his attention, if not the fact that the subject was also still alive. His cases were usually easy precisely because someone had been killed.
Also strange was that he had tracked said person into Earth Sector, which was not usually the site of extracurricular unlawful activities; its people were just too damned honest. This would have been a very good time to have been able to see the clothes of the people meeting two tables away. He suspected, if he could have, that they would be wearing clothes more suited to the style of another sector.
Since he couldn’t, all he could really do was sit in the café, trying to eavesdrop from a distance. At least Earth Sector was his home these days, and most people at least peripherally knew ‘the shadow man’; he had justifiable cause for being there. Unfortunately, everyone also knew he did investigative work on the side. Hopefully, the people he was following would chalk his presence up to the former instead of the latter.
B: CATCHING OUT A THIEF
Fighting Bakura and Enjolras were, individually, more physically taxing than anything Solomon had to do during his cases. Granted, during his cases he defaulted to talking his way through any problems. Or intimidating people. Shadows were a great intimidator.
At least on both counts Solomon was in better shape than he had been, and he was getting better at defending himself blind. In Bakura's case, it was helped greatly by the fact that Bakura now had a metaphysical tell. Or perhaps Solomon should say once more had a metaphysical tell.
Which meant that, on some occasions, Solomon was now able to get one up on him unexpectedly.
"You're slowing down," Solomon teased after one such time during no particular bout, not long after Bakura had requested copies of Solomon's research. (Said copies were in Solomon's bag on this particular day, and he didn't doubt that Bakura had already noticed. If the thief didn't make an idle habit of seeing what Solomon carried with him, he'd be surprised.)
no subject
Here, though, she wasn't part of the legal system in any way, and had taken to picking up jobs here and there which appealed to her the way being an Auror had. She had done some investigating for Tony previously, and once she was back in the game, as it were, she couldn't just quit.
That was why she was tailing her particular target now. There was a little money involved in it for her, but there was also the thrill of the chase - the fix, the very act of doing what she loved to do. In this case, it wasn't exactly challenging, however. She hadn't needed to employ any of her infinite disguises, or even a spell to make her somewhat invisible; no, all she had needed was to follow at a distance and keep sharp.
Tailing this man led her to the same sector, to the same café, and to her dismay, the very same table she would have chosen to occupy was already claimed - by someone she thought she knew in passing, though not well enough to approach. Well; now, it seemed, was the best time to employ a disillusionment charm, but going around the corner to do it out of sight of all these Muggles meant potentially losing her line on the target.
Instead, she leaned against a wall and pulled out her handset, pretending her attention was consumed by network broadcasts: the very picture of a young woman trying to waste time while waiting for someone to meet her.
no subject
It took some minutes of puzzling it out and staring unseeingly in Tonks's direction, trying to remember those particularly unique soulful strains. Eventually he said with the sort of smile worn by a man who'd just worked out a puzzle, "Nymphadora Tonks. Waiting for a table?"
No scrape of a chair, no jostle of a table; ergo, she was still standing. He pushed out the chair opposite him. "Have a seat."
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Not one to turn down a seat when offered, particularly when the seat gave her a decent view of her target, she eased herself into it with the look of a woman who is trying to sort out a puzzle of her own. Rather than continuing to suffer in silence, however, she leaned in a bit and lowered her voice, as though discussing this sort of thing required a delicate tone. "How did you know it was me?"
He was blind, after all, wasn't he?
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"But seeing as you're here, and feel free to have a cup of tea on me, by the way--I don't suppose you could describe the gentlemen over yonder?" He inclined his head toward his target rather than nodding; to an outside observer, an inclination could just have been in response to what Tonks had said.
no subject
no subject
If Bakura's ghosts would be so good as to give Solomon unconscious tells, he might even be able to handle the increased pace.