Obsidian Magpie

“Personally, if it ultimately helped keep this person safe then yeah I would, but that’s only if there was no other option. Often times I would try to mediate or figure out how to deal with the situation without having a need to remove it in the first place,” She answers sitting back, after taking some time to think about it.

“But if this info really helped back up a claim and ultimately helped to support an argument in, let’s say in a courtroom, depending on the circumstances of the evidence and how well I’m prepared to handle the chaos at the time, then I’d let it flow,“ She adds as she considers it as she tries to apply what she’s come to accumulate over the years.

She wanted to know who he was as John Watson, not as ‘Dr. Watson’, as he introduced himself back in the morgue, even though she’d gladly enjoy the silence, this helps to fill in the time that silence would normally bring.

“That’s true, after going something like that I wouldn’t ask anyone to get over it in a day. That’s not how people work for the most part. Stuff like that takes time.” She answers, owing to her own personal experiences. Since it might

“I moved here a couple years ago due to work. I was born in Seattle though all the way in States,” She admits glancing back at him.  

“Didn’t stay there though, I ended up moving around for a couple years. Kinda found myself somewhere in Arabia, helping out with some humanitarian work. Although it could be argued that food’s good anywhere, even in a place that you’re comfortable in.” 

“It’s no problem. I’m just glad I could return this to you,” She answers offering a smile. She could add and say that he should be more considerate, but it was still morning. So she might as well cut him a break. 

Though she does make a note to try and walk a little quicker next time, so she wouldn’t have to chase him for so long to this place. To chase anyone at this point in the morning is tiring enough, especially if they’re not a morning person like Dana was.

She hums an enlightened hum. It’s little more of a new fact learned. She’s learned that life always has something to offer, despite the situations they place on people. It’s been a while since she visited  the Arabian peninsula as it used to be known, probably since the last funeral procession. She doesn’t discuss it any further as she puts her all-black punk coat on setting the required papers needed in her purse.

“What can I say, I’m a minimalist,” She responds. That was partially She stopped getting the papers years ago out of frustration that nothing changed, well that and her dog Lucie constantly shredded the papers apart trying to get to the Sunday comics. Nowadays, she just listens to vinyl and read old, rotten pulp fiction she carried to her heart because of the memories that reminded her of her old friend. Her first one, though it’s a tragic irony that she no longer remembers his face.

Only after she finished cleaning everything up, did she start to follow him, walking close behind him.  “I’m not sure if I’ve ever heard of a consulting detective, private investigators yes, but never consulting ones.” She looks up at him as they enter the tube

She finally decides to follow that statement with a question, that of the topic that she’s concerned that open some unwanted wounds.

Now that I’m 18(my birthday was today), I’ve decided to move this blog to its own separate and primary thing. It’s been fun and I’ve made a lot of friends along with memories that have been created on this journey. I feel that giving Dana a primary blog will allow me to flesh her story out and rework it from there

I will also be hosting a Two-Face blog as well. I love him too much to leave him alone as of recently. An art blog will become the third and last one I will hold on my new account.

Tomorrow I will reblog this along with the names of people whom I still who replies and hope to finish their threads before I move to the next blog.

@multitudescontained @watsonofagun @vulpuslunae @princeofportland @youusedme @xxvagabondsxx @telepathicmouse

“Long time, no see. How’re the dinosaurs doing?”

one thing Raph hadn’t expected of tonight was that he would run into an acquaintance from what seems like ages ago, from when he had to help rescue two formerly maybe-extinct maybe-genetically-modified organisms from the Foot Clan. alas, the night gives what it gives, and he is never able to fully predict what’s coming. he’s no Donny, after all.

With everything happening, it felt like it was best to take a breather, take a walk through the dim streets of the city. It seemed like nowadays, she’s been constantly walking in the dark. However, a familiar voice reaches to her and she’s no longer in the darkness, but rather in rays of red.

“It’s been too long, Raph” She exclaims happily, turning with a gentle face. Someone she’s not afraid of, and someone who helped her in her time of need. “Indy and Indo are doing really great, they both have a lot of energy too,” She adds joyfully.

“I’ve had my ups and downs but that’s life right,?” She ends smiling, keeping the details to herself, hoping that it might be a little better for just one night.

“Oh, thanks,” She chuckles sheepishly. It’s an understatement, and it’s ironic he says that. In fact, she’s far from human, at least there’s a piece of her that isn’t. But she doesn’t tell him this, because it’s not necessary, and she trusts her gut that he probably isn’t like the other Atlanteans either.

Lucie, having done what she needed in Dana’s aid, decides someone needs hers now, perhaps in need of aid too. Leaving Dana, she slowly approaches the one called Orm only to gently push her head onto his free hand and lays beside him, watching the sea.

She smiles at this site and decides to help him.

“Well, I have an idea that would help Murk find you faster and get you home sooner,” she begins as she sits up, “I can talk to people telepathically through the use of frequencies, similar to a radio.”

She listens to every word. She doesn’t take a sip from her bottled tea, because his story is more important. Her brows furrowed as he continued staring down at her bottle. It was all awful and concerning to say the very least. She can’t imagine the distress of Atlantis, or of the people close to him. 

“It’s typhoon season here, which means it’s stormy a lot at this time, so that’s understandable,” she remarks taking a sip from her tea.

 “As for location, you’re near the city Nago, which is on the island Okinawa, and that’s surrounded by the east china sea, connecting to the major Pacific ocean, “ she explains. She’s determined to help him in any way she can, and she has an idea of how to do so.