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[There's a slight wind to give signs that colder weather was going to hit the city at some point but otherwise the chill didn't faze many much with the sun pouring down rays without any resistance from white wisps streaking across blue. Another busy work day for most people as they packed the sidewalks in order to accomplish whatever the day asked of them to do, some of them heading off towards lunch break even as the afternoon brought along ease in traffic after the rushing around or rather dead still in the morning commutes that always came like clockwork. The towering skyscrapers piercing above while scattered about were busy shops and apartment complexes ranging to the higher end of the spectrum, fortunate for several residents of them being close to where they worked usually.
However it didn't matter much to the man lying face first towards the blue in an alley, red bursts staining his shirt in an act of fatal defiance against the fabric. He wasn't caring about anything anymore. Pools of crimson have congealing into a sticky mess at his side to keep company with the broken body though it was a waste honestly. A barrier of yellow and black tape announcing the crime scene as if the body and the blood weren't enough already to do so. Officers scurrying about to comb through every little thing in order to scrounge up evidence ranging from fingerprints to shell casings while a medical examiner started jotting down notes as though it were a race.
To be fair, it was a race that was ticking away for all of them but yet he didn't exactly have to put so much effort into finding out the who, why and whatnot of this particular case. Never really showed interest in the exact details of a person's death as it wasn't under his job description nor would he if paid enough, more so content enough with the tasks that were scheduled for him to do. He sends a confirmation of his arrival with a quick text before stowing away the smart phone into his back pocket and assessing the fussing police. No doubt Matthieu was going to blow his phone up with messages after getting the answer but that could be ignored.
Passing underneath the tape, the man eased through the scene with no problems coming from the uniformed others. Though that was the point of having such a decent illusion in order to essentially make him invisible, allowing a much easier time accomplishing his tasks without the stupid questions that would be raised at his presence much less what he would do here. He had the slight frown that could've been considered appropriate for the situation but the claw marks and irrevocably damaged right eye would certainly cause a more sinister thought process to occur. Maybe even be considered as a hit man that had down the crime but to be fair he didn't hunt unless told otherwise and certainly not boring humans such as this idiot. Besides a man decked in a suit stood out in this mess with much help to his disregard of everything save for the dead man who certainly was still brimming with the confused energy of a trapped soul. Definitely need to rectify that.
James crouched down right next to the examiner and fished out a knife before making an incision right at the heart before reaching down to draw out the reluctant soul. The reaper was only doing his job and besides no one was going to see him do his work, not the police nor the surrounding crowd of onlookers.
He was looking forward to the break after this one, sneak away towards his usual haunt; a coffee shop that boasted fantastic blends that were more so a necessity at this rate rather than a mere commodity and plus the perfect spot he claimed by the window in order to watch the world keep moving. The energy from the illusion would be easily restored during that. Then it would be another one in midtown before being able to return back home for the day and unwind. That or check with the bar to make sure a friend or two didn't snoop around more than they should. The former was going to be the most probable though so he shows the other idea to the back of his mind before focusing.]
However it didn't matter much to the man lying face first towards the blue in an alley, red bursts staining his shirt in an act of fatal defiance against the fabric. He wasn't caring about anything anymore. Pools of crimson have congealing into a sticky mess at his side to keep company with the broken body though it was a waste honestly. A barrier of yellow and black tape announcing the crime scene as if the body and the blood weren't enough already to do so. Officers scurrying about to comb through every little thing in order to scrounge up evidence ranging from fingerprints to shell casings while a medical examiner started jotting down notes as though it were a race.
To be fair, it was a race that was ticking away for all of them but yet he didn't exactly have to put so much effort into finding out the who, why and whatnot of this particular case. Never really showed interest in the exact details of a person's death as it wasn't under his job description nor would he if paid enough, more so content enough with the tasks that were scheduled for him to do. He sends a confirmation of his arrival with a quick text before stowing away the smart phone into his back pocket and assessing the fussing police. No doubt Matthieu was going to blow his phone up with messages after getting the answer but that could be ignored.
Passing underneath the tape, the man eased through the scene with no problems coming from the uniformed others. Though that was the point of having such a decent illusion in order to essentially make him invisible, allowing a much easier time accomplishing his tasks without the stupid questions that would be raised at his presence much less what he would do here. He had the slight frown that could've been considered appropriate for the situation but the claw marks and irrevocably damaged right eye would certainly cause a more sinister thought process to occur. Maybe even be considered as a hit man that had down the crime but to be fair he didn't hunt unless told otherwise and certainly not boring humans such as this idiot. Besides a man decked in a suit stood out in this mess with much help to his disregard of everything save for the dead man who certainly was still brimming with the confused energy of a trapped soul. Definitely need to rectify that.
James crouched down right next to the examiner and fished out a knife before making an incision right at the heart before reaching down to draw out the reluctant soul. The reaper was only doing his job and besides no one was going to see him do his work, not the police nor the surrounding crowd of onlookers.
He was looking forward to the break after this one, sneak away towards his usual haunt; a coffee shop that boasted fantastic blends that were more so a necessity at this rate rather than a mere commodity and plus the perfect spot he claimed by the window in order to watch the world keep moving. The energy from the illusion would be easily restored during that. Then it would be another one in midtown before being able to return back home for the day and unwind. That or check with the bar to make sure a friend or two didn't snoop around more than they should. The former was going to be the most probable though so he shows the other idea to the back of his mind before focusing.]
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Date: 2016-04-04 05:07 am (UTC)From:...not after the other one. I don't trust this sort of connection. Even if friends. Too much manipulation. We nearly lost him once.
I don't want a repeat.
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Date: 2016-04-04 05:17 am (UTC)From:...Shade and Matthieu will look after him.
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Date: 2016-04-04 05:31 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2016-04-04 05:38 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2016-04-04 05:56 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2016-04-04 06:02 am (UTC)From:[She's smiling. Clearly she must get it, right?]
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Date: 2016-04-04 06:58 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2016-04-04 07:03 am (UTC)From:He didn't mean to mess up. He'll make it up to her at work. He's sure of it.]
K. You sure don't want a dog mopping your floor?
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Date: 2016-04-04 11:31 am (UTC)From:That head won't be missed anyway.]
Pretty sure. Human does it better than dog any day.
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Date: 2016-04-04 11:11 pm (UTC)From:[He hefts the mop and gets back to work.]
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Date: 2016-04-05 12:58 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2016-04-05 01:22 am (UTC)From:Style is important. It's all about the presentation. Even the cleaning.
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Date: 2016-04-05 06:48 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2016-04-05 06:58 pm (UTC)From:[Val, you own a bar, you are supposed to know this stuff. Why are you letting him down?]
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Date: 2016-04-07 08:28 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2016-04-07 09:06 pm (UTC)From:[He shifts into an owl form and fluffs his feathers at her demonstratively.]
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Date: 2016-04-09 02:50 am (UTC)From:[Teasing as always, she reaches out to smooth down his feathers.] Finish up fast enough and maybe I'll get food taken care of. How about that?
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Date: 2016-04-09 03:15 am (UTC)From:Then it's back to human form, because there's a lot of work left to do.]
You got it, Val.
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Date: 2016-04-09 09:21 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2016-04-10 02:25 am (UTC)From:[Almost literally. That's the advantage of being a shapeshifter: he can handle anything.]
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Date: 2016-04-10 05:19 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2016-04-10 06:27 am (UTC)From:Thanks, Val.