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❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜

☕ @doyl1st | random dialog | memes -> always accepting !!

There is a slight PAUSE made for contemplation, as she takes a bite from the blueberry muffin ( simultaneously making mental note how it's still warm from the victim's very kitchen ) and looks at it inquisitively before meeting the detective's gaze. ❝ Of course not, ❞ she shrugged, ❝ ghosts only exist to the PARANOID and the grieving. A comfort for people who are afraid of ... lights out. ❞

🌟 - Who was your very first rp muse?

My very first rp muse was a Read or Die muse named Kouta Melanie, Not very well written as he was just Yomiko Readman as a 15 year old boy. Looking back I probabaly could make him a successor to the character who's dealing with living up to her name after betraying her agency.

🎮 - What’s your favorite video game?

James had arrived at Somerset House shortly before noon, dressed the part of a well heeled patron with cash to burn. Having graced a tedious History of Art lecture earlier in the week, he had deftly adopted the mannerisms of the archetype art student and he was rather proud of his pantomime. There was something to be said about the way the collective seemed to drawl at a sedate pace, and slouch, hands buried in the pockets of their neatly pressed slacks. In another life - in which the social sciences had appealed to him - James may have liked to conduct a study into the group behaviour of wealthy art scholars; perhaps it was bred into them at public schools.

Regardless, James was glad that the 'art lover' model was such an easy skin to wear. Stepping through the doors at The Courtauld Gallery, he found that he blended seamlessly with the lunchtime crowd. Regrettably, as did his target - Isaac was the revered name of a talented forger he had plucked from the grapevine. Given his research, James was practically rabid with determination to meet him. 

Yet, desperation was an unflattering look, and James had enough faith in himself to stroll the length of the gallery leisurely. There was no hurry, and his source was reliable, insistent that Isaac would be there.

"Sometimes I really just want to pull a stunt on some of these places that try to rip me off. I don't.. but goodness the temptation is really there. Just to turn their pretensions against them in the most ridiculous way..."

[Is This a Meme? from @doyl1st.]

“Were you eavesdropping?” because he’s nosy and wants details. ------------

"What was that about magicians not revealing their tricks?" A chuckle runs under the words, because she's not a magician any more than he is, not in that sort of sense at least. Thera smirks, shrugs casually because it's a very open question regardless.

ON THE JOB AND SOLVING CRIMES-ACCEPTING

"'Trick'?" he repeats, brows furrowing as he processes the harshness of Issac's word choice. "Ya think he might try somethin' tonight?"

Although he'd been called to the LAPD for a completely different reason, the lieutenant realized that himself and his cases were proving quite fascinating to the visiting criminal consultant. He was happy to chat with him and share his cases with him-the captain had encouraged it in the name of keeping Issac stimulated in between developments of what he actually was there for, after all.

Their relationship had been cordial so far, albeit brief at times (Columbo could never stay long enough to offer a cigar or coffee, always ushered out as he was getting to that point). But this time, Issac seemed to have a warning for him about how the planned arrest during the evening hours was going to go.

The killers he had faced had tried many tactics: Threatening him with guns, hiding crucial evidence, even trying to get to his wife and extended family hadn't been out of the question for some of them. He'd always managed to talk them down, find it anyway, or arrest them before they could succeed at their efforts...but such a warning coming from someone who was supposedly one of the smartest people in the world?

He'd be lying-and he never liked to lie-if he said he didn't feel a sense of unease because of that.