Fey Anything Agency

“I am not sure, but something must have been blocking the window when the blood was created.”

*He paced a little, thinking to himself.*

“An unorthodox weapon, you say? Well, there aren’t many things I’d say are very usual when it comes to smashing windows. Maybe they used their own body for it, for instance.”

— @themiracleneverhappened

Precisely what i thought.

My theory is the culprit used the woman’s own skull to bash in the window.

*He nodded, looking everything over.*

Ugh… Sorry, he does that… ugh… I need an ibuprofen…

*He was pretty unfazed by the switching*

“I am not sure, but something must have been blocking the window when the blood was created.”

*He paced a little, thinking to himself.*

“An unorthodox weapon, you say? Well, there aren’t many things I’d say are very usual when it comes to smashing windows. Maybe they used their own body for it, for instance.”

— @themiracleneverhappened

Precisely what i thought.

My theory is the culprit used the woman’s own skull to bash in the window.

*He nodded, looking everything over.*

”I don’t need payment. I’m good with helping, I—hold on—”

*He was not doing great with keeping up in his current state, and it was about halfway through the explanation when his bangs dropped back down, though they still seemed a bit different from Dove, immediately sitting up straight with focus to try and catch the last of what information was being given.*

— @themiracleneverhappened

*he’s looking through a file while speaking*

Simon’s name came about after we listened to an album by… hmm I can’t remember his name. Must not be important.

Al and I, our names came from the vessel’s name of Alfendi. I would’ve preferred being called “Al” but I suppose Fendi works.

*He took a sip of the tea.*

*he chuckles a bit*

Simon and Al are no doubt arguing about something or another right now, either that or watching my movements and thoughts intensely ready to tag in whenever they can.

I love them, but they can be a nuisance.

*He delivered it swiftly, not even taking a further glance at the contents, only doing as told.*

”I don’t usually help out in this field… but I’ll do whatever you need me to.”

Thank you. Now… let’s just input the data and…

*a machine turns on, and a model of the crime scene appears*

There. Now we have the crime scene reconstruction, let’s look at a few things. First, the body.

*He started fidgeting with the model, once again doing exactly as told. Though one thing that slowly became noticeable was how he seemed to refuse to use their left arm when interacting with anything other than the vessel.*

*He searched around the model, soon discovering a broken window.*

"Maybe it could have been over here. There's broken glass on the floor inside, and blood lining the windowsill. Though, only part of it, the pattern is a bit weird."

”I don’t need payment. I’m good with helping, I—hold on—”

*He was not doing great with keeping up in his current state, and it was about halfway through the explanation when his bangs dropped back down, though they still seemed a bit different from Dove, immediately sitting up straight with focus to try and catch the last of what information was being given.*

— @themiracleneverhappened

*he’s looking through a file while speaking*

Simon’s name came about after we listened to an album by… hmm I can’t remember his name. Must not be important.

Al and I, our names came from the vessel’s name of Alfendi. I would’ve preferred being called “Al” but I suppose Fendi works.

*He took a sip of the tea.*

*he chuckles a bit*

Simon and Al are no doubt arguing about something or another right now, either that or watching my movements and thoughts intensely ready to tag in whenever they can.

I love them, but they can be a nuisance.

*He delivered it swiftly, not even taking a further glance at the contents, only doing as told.*

”I don’t usually help out in this field… but I’ll do whatever you need me to.”

Thank you. Now… let’s just input the data and…

*a machine turns on, and a model of the crime scene appears*

There. Now we have the crime scene reconstruction, let’s look at a few things. First, the body.

*He started fidgeting with the model, once again doing exactly as told. Though one thing that slowly became noticeable was how he seemed to refuse to use their left arm when interacting with anything other than the vessel.*

”I don’t need payment. I’m good with helping, I—hold on—”

*He was not doing great with keeping up in his current state, and it was about halfway through the explanation when his bangs dropped back down, though they still seemed a bit different from Dove, immediately sitting up straight with focus to try and catch the last of what information was being given.*

— @themiracleneverhappened

*he’s looking through a file while speaking*

Simon’s name came about after we listened to an album by… hmm I can’t remember his name. Must not be important.

Al and I, our names came from the vessel’s name of Alfendi. I would’ve preferred being called “Al” but I suppose Fendi works.

*He took a sip of the tea.*

*he chuckles a bit*

Simon and Al are no doubt arguing about something or another right now, either that or watching my movements and thoughts intensely ready to tag in whenever they can.

I love them, but they can be a nuisance.

*He delivered it swiftly, not even taking a further glance at the contents, only doing as told.*

”I don’t usually help out in this field… but I’ll do whatever you need me to.”

”I don’t need payment. I’m good with helping, I—hold on—”

*He was not doing great with keeping up in his current state, and it was about halfway through the explanation when his bangs dropped back down, though they still seemed a bit different from Dove, immediately sitting up straight with focus to try and catch the last of what information was being given.*

— @themiracleneverhappened

*he’s looking through a file while speaking*

Simon’s name came about after we listened to an album by… hmm I can’t remember his name. Must not be important.

Al and I, our names came from the vessel’s name of Alfendi. I would’ve preferred being called “Al” but I suppose Fendi works.

*He took a sip of the tea.*

”I don’t need payment. I’m good with helping, I—hold on—”

*He was not doing great with keeping up in his current state, and it was about halfway through the explanation when his bangs dropped back down, though they still seemed a bit different from Dove, immediately sitting up straight with focus to try and catch the last of what information was being given.*

— @themiracleneverhappened

I wasn’t there when They needed me most. It wasn’t my choice but I still can’t help but feel guilty. And I then almost got us killed twice when I fronted again…

And now my girlfriend has moved on without me, and They have found someone knew that I don’t feel the same way about. I can never remember her name. It starts with an L I think… Lucifer or some such.

I’m no longer the host, but I’m still the Soul.

-Simon

( @ask-the-layton-system )

”I get it. I mean sure, I’ll be the first to admit I fucked everyone over, I’m the one who called the hit ‘cuz I was trying to protect our ass.”

*He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand.*

“Not that that matters, nobody really cares for the reason, only that I’m guilty. I don’t plan to ever go away, especially since we got to a good place in life, and most the people I hang out with nowadays just tell me to stay quiet about it for my own sake… or whatever.”

*He paused for a moment again.*

…But we’re doing better now.

…

*the switch is subtle this time. There’s no struggle or pain. His hair turns more purple-red and he takes his glasses off*

Well, at least we are when he doesn’t try to cancel our bloody therapy appointments…

*he sips his tea*

“I risked a lot with the hit itself, we could’ve been executed by now. Or maybe in some other world I got assassinated too like some kinda sick karmic joke.”

*He smirked again, of course unaware of how true that really was*

“…Oh, I also kicked the ass of a murdery loan shark who had strong mafia ties but that was a separate thing, he was being a dick. And a coward. So.”

*He took another drink after dropping that rather nonchalantly*

*Fendi looks at his cup, distraught*

Pa got physically assaulted by goons sent by a former PM and also went into a coma for about a month

My uncle once fell from probably 100 meters or so onto the forest floor.

An Mum…. Well she had all that cult stuff she had to deal with. And she had the misfortune of being born in America.

Not to mention my older sister who got kidnapped twice, my younger sister who almost got framed for murder, and whatever the hell Aurora’s up to these days.

*He leaned back again, thinking.*

“Mama’s the only one still around by now, everyone else either died or left when the whole murder thing came out. Well… I say everyone, but I never knew most my family anyway. I can’t really remember them that well, in general. I think we were always too busy with acting to see anyone outside of our mom, you know? Normal stuff.”

*he doesn’t elaborate further, he just sips away at his tea*

At least I have myself. And at least… we’re doing better.

*A half-hearted reply to only the last thing Fendi said, as if Matt wasn’t even paying attention. Or at the very least, stopped processing the conversation properly. He blinked a few times, looking back up with a sigh.*

(NO! We hate it when people do that to us!)

(It’d be funny though)

(I am not going to make this man my enemy)

*he looks at his watch. He doesn’t have a watch but he looks at where one would be anyway*

Look at the time! I should be getting back to work.

*He titled his head, still trying to force his attention on the conversation before he inevitably loses himself*

“Can I hang ‘round?”

I wasn’t there when They needed me most. It wasn’t my choice but I still can’t help but feel guilty. And I then almost got us killed twice when I fronted again…

And now my girlfriend has moved on without me, and They have found someone knew that I don’t feel the same way about. I can never remember her name. It starts with an L I think… Lucifer or some such.

I’m no longer the host, but I’m still the Soul.

-Simon

( @ask-the-layton-system )

”I get it. I mean sure, I’ll be the first to admit I fucked everyone over, I’m the one who called the hit ‘cuz I was trying to protect our ass.”

*He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand.*

“Not that that matters, nobody really cares for the reason, only that I’m guilty. I don’t plan to ever go away, especially since we got to a good place in life, and most the people I hang out with nowadays just tell me to stay quiet about it for my own sake… or whatever.”

*He paused for a moment again.*

…But we’re doing better now.

…

*the switch is subtle this time. There’s no struggle or pain. His hair turns more purple-red and he takes his glasses off*

Well, at least we are when he doesn’t try to cancel our bloody therapy appointments…

*he sips his tea*

“I risked a lot with the hit itself, we could’ve been executed by now. Or maybe in some other world I got assassinated too like some kinda sick karmic joke.”

*He smirked again, of course unaware of how true that really was*

“…Oh, I also kicked the ass of a murdery loan shark who had strong mafia ties but that was a separate thing, he was being a dick. And a coward. So.”

*He took another drink after dropping that rather nonchalantly*

*Fendi looks at his cup, distraught*

Pa got physically assaulted by goons sent by a former PM and also went into a coma for about a month

My uncle once fell from probably 100 meters or so onto the forest floor.

An Mum…. Well she had all that cult stuff she had to deal with. And she had the misfortune of being born in America.

Not to mention my older sister who got kidnapped twice, my younger sister who almost got framed for murder, and whatever the hell Aurora’s up to these days.

*He leaned back again, thinking.*

“Mama’s the only one still around by now, everyone else either died or left when the whole murder thing came out. Well… I say everyone, but I never knew most my family anyway. I can’t really remember them that well, in general. I think we were always too busy with acting to see anyone outside of our mom, you know? Normal stuff.”

*he doesn’t elaborate further, he just sips away at his tea*

At least I have myself. And at least… we’re doing better.

*A half-hearted reply to only the last thing Fendi said, as if Matt wasn’t even paying attention. Or at the very least, stopped processing the conversation properly. He blinked a few times, looking back up with a sigh.*

I wasn’t there when They needed me most. It wasn’t my choice but I still can’t help but feel guilty. And I then almost got us killed twice when I fronted again…

And now my girlfriend has moved on without me, and They have found someone knew that I don’t feel the same way about. I can never remember her name. It starts with an L I think… Lucifer or some such.

I’m no longer the host, but I’m still the Soul.

-Simon

( @ask-the-layton-system )

”I get it. I mean sure, I’ll be the first to admit I fucked everyone over, I’m the one who called the hit ‘cuz I was trying to protect our ass.”

*He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand.*

“Not that that matters, nobody really cares for the reason, only that I’m guilty. I don’t plan to ever go away, especially since we got to a good place in life, and most the people I hang out with nowadays just tell me to stay quiet about it for my own sake… or whatever.”

*He paused for a moment again.*

…But we’re doing better now.

…

*the switch is subtle this time. There’s no struggle or pain. His hair turns more purple-red and he takes his glasses off*

Well, at least we are when he doesn’t try to cancel our bloody therapy appointments…

*he sips his tea*

“I risked a lot with the hit itself, we could’ve been executed by now. Or maybe in some other world I got assassinated too like some kinda sick karmic joke.”

*He smirked again, of course unaware of how true that really was*

“…Oh, I also kicked the ass of a murdery loan shark who had strong mafia ties but that was a separate thing, he was being a dick. And a coward. So.”

*He took another drink after dropping that rather nonchalantly*

*Fendi looks at his cup, distraught*

Pa got physically assaulted by goons sent by a former PM and also went into a coma for about a month

My uncle once fell from probably 100 meters or so onto the forest floor.

An Mum…. Well she had all that cult stuff she had to deal with. And she had the misfortune of being born in America.

Not to mention my older sister who got kidnapped twice, my younger sister who almost got framed for murder, and whatever the hell Aurora’s up to these days.

*He leaned back again, thinking.*

“Mama’s the only one still around by now, everyone else either died or left when the whole murder thing came out. Well… I say everyone, but I never knew most my family anyway. I can’t really remember them that well, in general. I think we were always too busy with acting to see anyone outside of our mom, you know? Normal stuff.”

I wasn’t there when They needed me most. It wasn’t my choice but I still can’t help but feel guilty. And I then almost got us killed twice when I fronted again…

And now my girlfriend has moved on without me, and They have found someone knew that I don’t feel the same way about. I can never remember her name. It starts with an L I think… Lucifer or some such.

I’m no longer the host, but I’m still the Soul.

-Simon

( @ask-the-layton-system )

”I get it. I mean sure, I’ll be the first to admit I fucked everyone over, I’m the one who called the hit ‘cuz I was trying to protect our ass.”

*He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand.*

“Not that that matters, nobody really cares for the reason, only that I’m guilty. I don’t plan to ever go away, especially since we got to a good place in life, and most the people I hang out with nowadays just tell me to stay quiet about it for my own sake… or whatever.”

*He paused for a moment again.*

…But we’re doing better now.

…

*the switch is subtle this time. There’s no struggle or pain. His hair turns more purple-red and he takes his glasses off*

Well, at least we are when he doesn’t try to cancel our bloody therapy appointments…

*he sips his tea*

“I risked a lot with the hit itself, we could’ve been executed by now. Or maybe in some other world I got assassinated too like some kinda sick karmic joke.”

*He smirked again, of course unaware of how true that really was*

“…Oh, I also kicked the ass of a murdery loan shark who had strong mafia ties but that was a separate thing, he was being a dick. And a coward. So.”

*He took another drink after dropping that rather nonchalantly*

"Well you don't have to make us sound so stereotypical..."

*He was a bit exasperated, but relaxed.*

"Okayyy dude, whatever you want, just don't hurt the body bad, OK? I have plans later."

*He sighed, turning around to talk to 'himself' for a moment. After a brief consultation, he pushed his bangs back out of his face and straightened up his appearance, gaining a more cocky demeanor before turning around, the scar fully on display*

"You're kind of weird, aren't you? I'm the real Matt Engarde, guilty as charged. Whadd'you want?"

*He was more mellowed out than in the past, and that somewhat came across, though he was a bit ticked off right now.*

-- @themiracleneverhappened

*he smirks, and places a hand on Matt’s shoulder*

You’re a fucking coward. Why’d you call a hit on a man? Too weak to do it yourself? I despise killers like that… yet also they fascinate me.

*He looked down at the hand apathetically, and then back at Al.*

*he laughs, and then gets right in Matt’s face*

I’m a goddamn Layton and I leave no puzzle unsolved!

*he pushes Matt away suddenly, and clutches his head*

Ugh…. Fuck… owww…

*his hair changes to blue and he grabs something from his jacket pocket. It’s a pair of glasses. He puts them on, and looks at Matt as if nothing happened*

“Nah, I’m fine. I was kinda interested in where that was supposed to be going, actually. I didn’t think I was such a cool little puzzle, sounds like something a therapist would tell me.”

*He frowned.*

“I don’t like being called a killer. I did a lot of work to move past that, it’s not something I take lightly to being hung over my head, especially if you start getting others involved, alright? If the court can’t do anything, you can’t either.”

*A pause, and a smirk.*

Eugh. Don’t phrase it like that, I can assure you that Al’s murder obsession is nothing more than intense morbid curiosity

Ah, I never introduced myself, did I? I’m Simon. The one you just met was Al, and our third alter is Fendi.

*He put his hands up in surrender before dropping it.*

*he looks around*

Well, seeing as you’re already here, would you like some tea? I’m sure I have something for that somewhere…. Fendi is absolute shit at remembering to stay organized…

*there doesn’t seem to be a hint of joking in his voice*

Nope. Can’t find it. I was sure I bought new tea yesterday… although that might’ve been 4 years ago. Dormancy is a bitch, I’ll have you know.

*he then notices something in a drawer*

Oh! Here it is! There’s a note here…

“I tried ta do some organizing of your things before I left on holiday

-Lucy”

*He leaned against a wall, observing Simon.*

*he goes silent. Evidently he doesn’t want to talk about it*

*He accepted the gift, though he didn’t drink any just yet. Evidently, he seemed to almost not trust it. A lingering habit from the past.*

"Well you don't have to make us sound so stereotypical..."

*He was a bit exasperated, but relaxed.*

"Okayyy dude, whatever you want, just don't hurt the body bad, OK? I have plans later."

*He sighed, turning around to talk to 'himself' for a moment. After a brief consultation, he pushed his bangs back out of his face and straightened up his appearance, gaining a more cocky demeanor before turning around, the scar fully on display*

"You're kind of weird, aren't you? I'm the real Matt Engarde, guilty as charged. Whadd'you want?"

*He was more mellowed out than in the past, and that somewhat came across, though he was a bit ticked off right now.*

-- @themiracleneverhappened

*he smirks, and places a hand on Matt’s shoulder*

You’re a fucking coward. Why’d you call a hit on a man? Too weak to do it yourself? I despise killers like that… yet also they fascinate me.

*He looked down at the hand apathetically, and then back at Al.*

*he laughs, and then gets right in Matt’s face*

I’m a goddamn Layton and I leave no puzzle unsolved!

*he pushes Matt away suddenly, and clutches his head*

Ugh…. Fuck… owww…

*his hair changes to blue and he grabs something from his jacket pocket. It’s a pair of glasses. He puts them on, and looks at Matt as if nothing happened*

“Nah, I’m fine. I was kinda interested in where that was supposed to be going, actually. I didn’t think I was such a cool little puzzle, sounds like something a therapist would tell me.”

*He frowned.*

“I don’t like being called a killer. I did a lot of work to move past that, it’s not something I take lightly to being hung over my head, especially if you start getting others involved, alright? If the court can’t do anything, you can’t either.”

*A pause, and a smirk.*

Eugh. Don’t phrase it like that, I can assure you that Al’s murder obsession is nothing more than intense morbid curiosity

Ah, I never introduced myself, did I? I’m Simon. The one you just met was Al, and our third alter is Fendi.

*He put his hands up in surrender before dropping it.*

*he looks around*

Well, seeing as you’re already here, would you like some tea? I’m sure I have something for that somewhere…. Fendi is absolute shit at remembering to stay organized…

*there doesn’t seem to be a hint of joking in his voice*

Nope. Can’t find it. I was sure I bought new tea yesterday… although that might’ve been 4 years ago. Dormancy is a bitch, I’ll have you know.

*he then notices something in a drawer*

Oh! Here it is! There’s a note here…

“I tried ta do some organizing of your things before I left on holiday

-Lucy”

*He leaned against a wall, observing Simon.*

"Well you don't have to make us sound so stereotypical..."

*He was a bit exasperated, but relaxed.*

"Okayyy dude, whatever you want, just don't hurt the body bad, OK? I have plans later."

*He sighed, turning around to talk to 'himself' for a moment. After a brief consultation, he pushed his bangs back out of his face and straightened up his appearance, gaining a more cocky demeanor before turning around, the scar fully on display*

"You're kind of weird, aren't you? I'm the real Matt Engarde, guilty as charged. Whadd'you want?"

*He was more mellowed out than in the past, and that somewhat came across, though he was a bit ticked off right now.*

-- @themiracleneverhappened

*he smirks, and places a hand on Matt’s shoulder*

You’re a fucking coward. Why’d you call a hit on a man? Too weak to do it yourself? I despise killers like that… yet also they fascinate me.

*He looked down at the hand apathetically, and then back at Al.*

*he laughs, and then gets right in Matt’s face*

I’m a goddamn Layton and I leave no puzzle unsolved!

*he pushes Matt away suddenly, and clutches his head*

Ugh…. Fuck… owww…

*his hair changes to blue and he grabs something from his jacket pocket. It’s a pair of glasses. He puts them on, and looks at Matt as if nothing happened*

“Nah, I’m fine. I was kinda interested in where that was supposed to be going, actually. I didn’t think I was such a cool little puzzle, sounds like something a therapist would tell me.”

*He frowned.*

“I don’t like being called a killer. I did a lot of work to move past that, it’s not something I take lightly to being hung over my head, especially if you start getting others involved, alright? If the court can’t do anything, you can’t either.”

*A pause, and a smirk.*

Eugh. Don’t phrase it like that, I can assure you that Al’s murder obsession is nothing more than intense morbid curiosity

Ah, I never introduced myself, did I? I’m Simon. The one you just met was Al, and our third alter is Fendi.

*He put his hands up in surrender before dropping it.*

*he looks around*

Well, seeing as you’re already here, would you like some tea? I’m sure I have something for that somewhere…. Fendi is absolute shit at remembering to stay organized…