#bismet

tracy: when bismet first met odious his face was frozen in complete terror for a week

marcia: a tear slowly rolls out of bismets wide eyes

marcia: odious sneezes

marcia: it sprays into bismet's face

marcia: the world ends

tracy: into bismet's openmouth

tracy: youdid that odious

tracy: you did that

lefto: nO

lefto: bismets eyes roll into the back of his head

lefto: technically

lefto: for a moment

lefto: he is dead

marcia: odious falls down shaking like a fainting goat

shelby: and odious passed out. still horror faced

Fun game guess which one is my favorite ehehehehhehehGHFDJHWHHAGHJSZ

BaeYoon Noh

So we got a question on Formspring about having a reference for everyone's quirks, and lucky for you, we have a typewith.me full of that sort of thing! ((Also, Trolltopians, there were one or two extra things that accidentally got deleted because I dun goofed, so if any of you kids want to edit this post and add something, feel free. Sorry about that, weh.))

If these examples are insufficient, you can also always reference the answers given on our Formspring. Those tend to have a lot more words.

In alphabetical order: Adello the kwik brown fox jumps over the lazie dog well aint that a site ( basically he types like how he talks- dropping gs from verb tenses, and since he's not very good at spelling he will write some things how they sound more or less when he says them.  since his speech is really abbreviated and slurred together he frequently uses phrases like howdja (how did you), didja (did you), whaddif (what if) etc etc. + occasional random mistakes since he doesnt know how to computer)

you guys are assholes

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as a note, their full names are:

Mollis Compta

Marjet Korrim

Odious Lauret

Eisele Gaborr

Bismet Iranon

Wellch Agater

ALSO BRACE YOUR BUTT FOR OOC, WHATEVER I DON'T EVEN CARE

IS THIS A PRETEND GAME? AN AU? IS IT BOTH? WHO KNOWS, I DON'T

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Inspector Korrim slammed her pen down onto her desk, grumbling furiously as she pushed her chair away from it, standing up to pace across the tiny office that she and her partner had been made to share by the underfunded department. Inspector Lauret sighed, slouching in his own chair, shoulder crushed into the corner of the room. "Calm douuwn, Kourrim; running arouund like a damn lunatic isn't gouing tou make the case gou any quicker."

"Obviously! I just don't know what on earth else I'm supposed to do, with the chief keeping us tied up in here!" She kicked the leg of her chair, sending it crashing into her desk. "Ugh!"

"He's nout keeping anyboudy tied up, we just have a louad ouf paperwourk tou dou because ouf the way ouur last investigatioun played ouut. We wouuldn't be stuck here sou late if youu'd just listened tou me, youu knouw."

"Oh, so it's my fault that I didn't let you go in guns blazing? I can't just stand back and allow you to crash into private property—"

"It was oune ouf Iranoun's dens, and youu knouw it! We pulled surveillance oun that stupid place four days—"

"It doesn't matter that it's a crime lord's den, Lauret, you could have killed someone who was vital to the case! If I hadn't subdued you, we would have had a lot bigger mess on our hands than this stupid, annoying paperwork!" Inspector Korrim crossed the office angrily in a single stride, glaring at Inspector Lauret over the large pile of books and journals. "You may have been promoted to Inspector, but that doesn't mean you get to come in like you're a number one! You're still just a guppy, Lauret! I've been working this case for longer than you've even been in this city!"

"Yeah, and whouse fault is it that youu've been gouing oun four sou loung?" Inspector Lauret demanded. "Doun't get mad at me four daring tou take a different approuach when youurs has oubviouusly failed!"

Inspector Korrim snarled, making a strangling motion with her hands before sweeping out of the office. She stopped shortly beside Captain Gaborr's desk, teeth gritted. "I'm going out, Captain. I can't take another damn second in here, especially not with this little hotshot you saddled me with!"

Captain Gaborr frowned, putting down her pen. "Inspector, don't you have paperwork to finish...?"

"Yes. I just can't do it right now, I'll be back in an hour or two, I promise." Inspector Korrim sighed. "You know I'm bad at this when I'm angry, Captain."

"Go clear your head, Inspector," Captain Gaborr said with a nod. "I'll talk to you about this later, however..."

"Fine." Inspector Korrim hurried out of the station. She walked two blocks, then three, until finally her shoulders felt light enough to hold up straight again. She'd put fifteen blocks between herself and the station. On the next block, however, was Detective Compta's office, a little hole in the wall that everyone who needed snooping done seemed to know. She remembered Lauret's impulsive actions, and the paperwork awaiting her, and went one block further.

Compta's office was right on the corner, based out of his own apartment. The complex opened up to just about anyone, full of shady civilians, the working poor, people who needed help and who Compta was stupid enough—and low enough in class—to rub elbows with. Inspector Korrim sometimes wondered if he thought he could help them somehow, sometimes wondered if he was and she just couldn't tell. She cut those thought off at the stem as she walked up the narrow stairway to the second floor.

His door was in the middle of the hallway. Frosted glass, sleek black paint that boasted his name and his profession. Through the frost, she could see him seated at his desk; across from him, someone else, leaning forward as though they were prepared to crawl over the dark oak and do... something. Their voices were just barely audible, muffled by the walls. Inspector Korrim chose not to listen closely, instead running her finger over the peeling wallpaper and chipped wooden details on the walls.

She turned back to the door when the voices stopped, the silhouette of Compta embracing his companion clear through the frost, the weak light of his desk lamp framing them in dull orange. He dipped them low, and Inspector Korrim raised her eyebrows, walking back down the hallway and waiting by the stairs. She didn't intend to be seen by Compta. She wanted to get the jump on him.

His door squeaked when it opened, and she heard them bid each other a farewell that was almost shockingly curt when compared to the apparent passion of their kiss just moments before. She smiled guilelessly at the woman as she squeezed past her to hustle down the steps, purse slung over her shoulder, pencil skirt clutching her hips. Inspector Korrim waited three minutes, then stood and walked back down to Compta's door, no longer trying to silence her steps. She only had to knock once.

"Inspector," Mollis said, sounding surprised. "I didn't expect to see you here! It's pretty late!"

"What, one fifteen? That's hardly late, Detective. Still time to explore the city, still time to finish notes, still time to rub the lipstick off your face and invite a poor girl in! Don't you think?" Inspector Korrim brushed into his office as he scrubbed at his lips and cheeks, smearing more red over himself, and shut the door with a squeak and a click.

"You're not just here to make fun of me for having lipstick on my face, are you?" He crossed over to his desk, pulling a notepad to the center and sitting in his chair. "Are we going to do this dance, or are we going to cut to the chase?"

"Wow. I guess we'll just nix the chitchat, since it takes two to tango and you seem to have lost a leg somewhere along the way," Inspector Korrim said.

"I just want this case over with, Inspector! I know that you do, too. It's obvious!"

"Doesn't mean you have to be rude—but I'll let it slide. There wasn't anything really serious going down at Iranon's place on the bay, but you probably already knew that!" She peered at him. "Just how tight are the two of you, anyway?"

"Enough that I knew I was right when I warned you out of there! What was really going on?"

"Just a little drug mill, nothing fancy. The kind of stuff that gets little fish nipping at it. So, to be frank, an obvious steak tossed in front of the hungry police force!" She sank onto the seat across from Detective Compta angrily, crossing her legs. "But that's not important right now! What's important is that whoever's in charge is flaunting their little victory in all of our faces, and nobody at the station can see it! And anybody who does see it can't step forward about it!"

"Office politics," Compta said with a frown.

"You're damned right, office politics! We're eating each other when we should have our eyes on the prize. Trucks are changing their routes, everybody's organizing, we've got a ship coming in soon to pick up those containers out on the bay, and practically my whole department is holed up at the station because nobody up top wants to admit that we screwed up!"

"If it helps, you're about to get a new chief," Compta cut in.

"Who?"

"Wellch Agater."

"Good. I like her, she speaks my language!" Inspector Korrim uncrossed her legs, leaning forward over her knees. "Got anything else to give me to even this information trade out?"

"There's not anything about this case that I know that you need to know," he told her, putting his notepad page down on the desk. "So it's up to a question again." She stood to pace in small circles, then paused at the door. They both waited in silence for a moment. "Inspector?"

"I told the Captain I'd be back ten minutes ago. And I have a request instead!"

"Oh? That's new! I'll try to fulfill whatever it is."

Inspector Korrim smirked, opening the door as she glanced at her watch. "Kiss me like you kissed that dame, someday. Real slow-like, lipstick and all." She shut the door behind her, boots thumping on the stairwell as she hurried back to the station.