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"Cop" Parker's Humble Abode « Thread Started on Aug 16, 2008, 10:13pm »
Tenatively, Aiele slowly ascended the stairs to Cop Parker's apartment. She wasn't that far behind him, but she was looking around in as many directions as she could, her ears twitching sporadically underneath her hair.
Her head ached from hitting it earlier and she could already feel a bump rising on her scalp from the impact. She ignored the throbbing as much as she could, finally reaching the apartment door.
Cop Parker stood just inside, waiting for her to come in. Aiele couldn't help but think he looked cross. Aiele stepped as lightly as possible, nervous that she may knock something over and thus cause and even more disasterous set of circumstances with the man sheltering her.
She had already made such a horrendous first impression, just from the looks he was giving her, and his demeanor around her, Aiele could tell that she was naught but a nusiance to him now.
Aiele's etiquette knowledge, was, thankfully, extensive. So she stood off to the side and out of the way, arms wrapped around her clothing, waiting for any further instruction to do much of anything, really.
It really was her worst nightmare. Aiele was petrified of making a bad first impression, it often held her back how paralyzing her fear of this was. And now, she had gone and made a right fool of herself, not to mention she had been moody, profane, and explosive with him. But she was under so much stress, how could she not have had a difficult time adjusting to her circumstances?
She was probably blowing the situation up far more than it needed to be. She had the tendency to worry herself sick. A few deep breaths later, and she had calmed.
Re: "Cop" Parker's Humble Abode « Reply #1 on Aug 17, 2008, 12:03am »
David walked up the stairs to his apartment slowly, though to his tired legs it felt like he was going much faster, his left arm carrying a small collection of files he’d taken from the office. They were some crimes that had lacked any strong suspects recently. Before the incident with Aiele, he had been trying to link the Foot to one or more of them, just to give him something to go on. Among the ones he’d taken home to look over in the morning were predominantly a series of museum robberies where similar artifacts had been stolen. David had ascertained that the crimes linked, but this wasn’t the Foot’s usual game. He would need to go over it much more, which was one of the reason’s he’d brought the files with him.
Finally, they reached the third floor and at last room three-oh-seven. David stopped in front of it, fumbling in his pocket for the key, and after a moment, managed to open the door. He turned to look at Aiele over his shoulder. Ever since he’d left the station, she’d been as quiet as a mouse, even as she stepped inside his apartment. Well, it was better then her chatty Cathy behavior earlier. At least if she were quiet, she wouldn’t get in the way. Being the single minded individual he was, he was far too focused on the Foot case to worry about her.
Once she was inside, David closed the door behind him and locked it. He started to move through his apartment, which wasn’t very big. Just a kitchen next to a living room, separated only by one of those small walls that just went up to the ribcage, and a bathroom and bedroom facing each other on the opposite side of the living room from the kitchen. It was fairly clean, however. The only truly dirty thing was a small pile of dishes in his kitchen sink. He tossed the pile of cases onto the small table in his kitchen and motioned towards the couch. Some of the papers spilled out of their files as he did so, including several pictures of the stolen artifacts, but he was too tired to put them back
“You can sleep there,” he said to Aiele, briefly pointing out the essentials of the apartment. “There’s food in the fridge and there’s the bathroom if you want to clean up.”
With a mumbled, “goodnight” he headed towards his bedroom, closing the door behind him. All he wanted to do right now was sleep. He could think things through in the morning. He closed the door behind him, and began to undress. As he took his shirt off, he caught sight of his clock. Three-thirty-six am. Pausing, he walked over and started to set his morning alarm to an hour later than usual.
Re: "Cop" Parker's Humble Abode « Reply #2 on Aug 31, 2008, 9:36pm »
Aiele remained silent as she watched him make the motions throughout his home, staying as much out of the way as possible.
“You can sleep there,” he said to Aiele.
Aiele looked at the strange bed with arms. It looked like a hybrid of a bed and a chair.
"Thank you, Cop Parker." Aiele paused. " You have been more than gracious."
She watched him dissapear into the bedroom area. Aiele walked over to the table and picked up the pictures, handling them with the utmost care, intending to place them back into their archive holders. But Aiele stopped short. She stepped into better light to see the drawings better. She recognized the pictures from a discription she had read ages ago in the archive.
She was far too exhausted to remember what they were supposed to have been used for, and at the moment, pushing herself any further than she already had today may make her ill.
Aiele looked back at the darkened bedroom. She would ask in the morrow. She placed the drawings back into the archive case they had slipped out of and made her way to the chair-bed.
Aiele laid down, a smile instantly appearing on her face, and a sigh emitting from her mouth.
She was asleep as soon as her head rested on the arm of the chair-bed.
Morning came far too soon for David’s liking, and he put a little extra punishment into it as he slapped the alarm clock’s off button. He was tempted to lie in bed, but he knew better. He had far too much work to do. Groggily, he rose from bed and started to make for the door before he remembered the other piece of work he had in his apartment. Wandering around in his boxer shorts was probably not wise. He didn’t want his home torched, which could very well happen if he startled his guest too much. Heading back to his dresser, he threw on a pair of sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt before heading out the door.
Without paying too much mind to his surroundings, he headed straight for the kitchen. A quick bowl of cereal, a shower, and he’d be ready to get to work, and hopefully have the energy to keep a handle on the would-be fae sleeping on his couch.
Aiele was already in his kitchen. She had found some ground beef, some flour, milk, salt, eggs and butter in his kitchen. She had made something of a gravy out of the flour and a few spices, using the ground beef to flavor it. She had just pulled some golden brown biscuits out of the oven and already had two plates ready.
She didn't know how to make coffee, but she had found some tea in the pantry and had brewed some. The kitchen table had been cleaned off, the files Cop Parker had laid there now were laid carefully on the coffee table. The table was plate set, silverware, tea cups and all, as well as the gallon of milk and a bowl of sugar for the tea.
Aiele took the biscuits off the hot pan and placed them on the plate with practiced ease. She then poured the gravy and beef over it. On another pan, were some scrambled eggs which she then scooped a serving onto the plate next to the biscuits and gravy.
"Good morning, Cop Parker."She said without turning around." I hope you like gravied biscuits and eggs. You don't have many ingrediants for cooking food. Some of the things in boxes with pictures of food on them prooved to be too difficult because I can't read your language, but I think this should be sufficient. I'm not a cook, but I can garantee it's edible."
She took his plate over to the table first, she did not attempt to carry both in fear she may drop the plates.
Aiele sat down at her place and poured herself some tea, poured some milk into the cup, then two scoops of sugar, and she stirred, taking a sip.
"Hmm!" She scoffed. "If this is what your kind considers tea, then I'm the Queen of Rathia; but it'll do..."
Thankfully, she had not broken anything, or ruined any of his archives, or destroyed his supply in food.
At least that's what she believed. All of the unused meat went back into the ice box, flour back in the pantry, ect.
Aiele felt somewhat pleased with herself as she shook a little salt onto her eggs.
It was with a mixture of surprise and utter horror that David found the possibly unstable fire-wielding fae/government experiment/alien/elf thing hovering about a stove. Stopping dead, he stared dumbly at Aiele as she spoke to him, setting down some kind of breakfast on the table. After a few more moments, he finally snapped out of it.
“Thanks,” he managed to grunt as he walked towards the table.
Well, she hadn’t blown the building sky high yet, so he figured there was no harm in letting her finish up. As he sat down, he eyed the breakfast curiously. How long had it been since he’d had anything but cereal and coffee for breakfast? Cautiously, he picked up the fork and took a bite of the eggs. They were surprisingly good. Well, at least she could do something…although a breakfast like this would get kind of expensive. He took another bite, but the surprise finally having worn off, at last noticed the files sitting neatly on the table. His eyes flitted to the files, then to Aiele. There shouldn’t have been anything in there that would give his case away, but either way, these documents were classified. God, he really had been tired the night before. He would have normally been more careful.
“Did you look at those files?” he asked, deciding to be direct about the matter.
Aiele looked up from her plate, still in mid chew. She shook her head and swallowed the food.
" There were some drawings that had slid out of the archive last night. I placed them back in the most logical order I could. But I didn't touch or look at anything else." She paused for a long moment. " Those objects were supposedly used by a great sorcerer to open a gateway into another world. I thought it was a bunch of rubbish when I read that archive at the Library a couple years ago." She smiled ruefully.
"Now I'm obviously second guessing myself." She paused again, thinking, actually reading in her mind's eye. " The archive said that one object was not enough to open the gateway. They needed all of them in order to make the magic work. They fit together like puzzle pieces, at least that's the discription. But there wasn't any more information than that."
"Even if I had looked at the written archives, I wouldn't have been able to decipher your language; so I don't know what interest you have in them. I'm sure that if I search my memory long enough, I can find more information. I've read nearly every archive in the Rathian National Library, and I'm somewhat familiar with magic-my parents were mages." Another pause." Would you happen to have any more information on these objects in your archive?"
She had analyzed all of that in the matter of about two hours while she was cooking. It was the advantage of having a photographic memory. She could read part of the inscription on the items, but it didn't make much sense to her without knowing the language that was carved into them. It appeared to be an older form of Rathian.
Aiele smelled something burning. She looked up, and there were thin trails of smoking rising from the pan the gravy and meat was in. She was up in an instant, and at the stove immediately, pulling the pan off the burner and blowing out the flame, next turning off the gas. She took the spatula and scraped the burnt bits into the rubbish bin. Thankfully her sharp nose had caught the burning food before it became a bigger problem. She cursed in Rathian, and set the pan on the back burner, which was cold.
Turning, she walked back to the table and sat down.
She was flushing red. She always forgot that the burner was on, even at home. She'd nearly caused a few house fires.
Aiele sighed, seemed like she couldn't do anything without making a bumpkin of herself, even if it was only to a minor degree.
« Last Edit: Sept 7, 2008, 12:04pm by Aiele Rynalo »
With a sigh, David rubbed his eyes. Here she went with the nonsense again. At least, that’s what it seemed like at first. Still, as she continued to speak, David couldn’t help but wonder if there was some truth to what Aiele was saying. It would be a convenient explanation to everything, why the Foot was after these objects, while Aiele even existed. It was the perfect solution, even if it was, in many respects, totally ludicrous.
As Aiele rushed to turn off the stove burner, he gave the matter serious thought. It could very well turn out that Aiele was crazy, but on the other hand it could also blow the Foot case wide open. It wasn’t as though he had many other leads. Aside from O’Neil, he had nothing to go on. He may as well work on this.
“All of those have recently been stolen from museums,” David said at last. “If I took you to a museum, could you identify the other pieces of this…portal?”
Aiele returned to the table, sitting down, her eyes focused, completely trained on him.
“All of those have recently been stolen from museums, if I took you to a museum, could you identify the other pieces of this…portal?”
There was a long pause as she thought.
"Like I said, I've never actually seen these objects until last night in those drawings. The discription was fairly detailed, that's how I recognized them. Also, because the writing and patterns are ancient Rathian, they're definitely from my home." Another pause." If you don't mind being stared at and riddiculed, I wouldn't mind seeing the rest of them. I'm confident that I would be able to pick them out from the artifacts of your world, possibly read a little of what they say, or what the symbols mean." Aiele smiled widely.
"I have an excellent memory. Every archive I've ever read I can recall the text or the art like a perfect picture in my mind."
Aiele could be shy, no doubt, but there was one thing she was never shy about, and that was her exceptional ability to remember almost anything in picture perfect detail.
Aiele lifted the tea mug to her lips and took a few sips. She looked better than last night, the dark circles under her eyes had faded, she looked healthier. But from the way that she spoke, the way she carried herself, she seemed a lot older than she looked.
Aiele looked like a kid fresh into their first year of college, when in fact, her real age would have put her at just finishing her Doctorate.
"Now, my question to you, Cop Parker," She began." Is: why would these people be stealing these puzzle pieces, and how would they know what they are for?"
Re: "Cop" Parker's Humble Abode « Reply #9 on Oct 9, 2008, 4:39am »
David’s eyes turned to Aiele as she spoke. She seemed sincere…or at least thought she was sincere, and at this point, that was good enough to gamble on. Even if it turned out to be a dead end, all he lost was time, but something was telling him that it might not be a dead end. The Winters incident had also involved ancient artifacts, and reports of the happenings at the tower that night led some witnesses to claim the involvement of the supernatural. A portal to another world…had the Foot been trying that earlier? If Aiele was telling the truth, then with her help, this entire thing could be blown wide open, and reveal things no one had imagined possible. But no, he was getting ahead of himself…
“Why would these people be stealing these puzzle pieces, and how would they know what they are for?"
“The why doesn’t matter right now,” he answered, partly towards Aiele, partly towards himself. “What’s important is the who.”
With that, he stood up from his seat and made a b-line towards the bathroom. Breakfast, no matter how good, was of no concern anymore. He was focused on the case now, and only the case.
“Get yourself ready to leave,” he said over his shoulder. “In fifteen minutes, we’re heading to the museum.”
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