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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2017 6:35 pm
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"Bastards..." Shiloh mumbled, but it didn't sound very angry or threatening. It was the friendly sort of tone he took when he was poking fun at Jamie or Oliver; the hey dipshit, you're my friend sort of acerbic banter.
The depressing outfit that the Court had garbed him in seemed to melt away like shadows, his clothes underneath a completely ordinary blend of hoodie, jeans, Jesus is my Homeboy t-shirt, of which was tattered and obviously picked up at a second hand store. "Sure, sure..." He walked over to the scanner, hand wavering over the folio, The lip opened up and the charter was retrieved shortly there after. "You just... lift this top part up, right?"
He was already doing so without Jeremiah's guidance. "Hey Helly." He smiled at the cat in the window seat, "You sleepy, bud?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2017 11:04 pm
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If Jeremiah could catch a picture of this moment, he would have. It would have been sent to Jamie, of course, but mostly because while Hellbine was friendly he was never this friendly. No one that he could think of, aside from Pax, had the small cat growing things.
Though it was cute to watch as Hellbine rubbed his oh so gently against the blossoming peony. Tiny paws then rested against the Shiloh's hand, his nose touching the back of it, as if to give the hand a small bise (though he couldn't actually reach Shiloh's face, so this would have to do).
"Thanks," said Jeremiah, checking over the image and then waiting for the next scan to finish. While that was working, he was pulling out the camera he had mentioned and clearing a space on small table in the office for it to be set on (it was a surface that was kept ridiculously clean).
"... hopefully should be able to clear up more things about the fingerprints with this ..." Though that was mostly to himself and not necessarily an attempt to interrupt the bonding time.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2017 1:23 pm
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Shiloh was delighted.
"O-Oh uh, no problem." The stutter was likely from lack of foresight, as Shiloh startled slightly at the sound of Jeremiah's voice (despite being present in his house, idiot). It was obvious he had a lot on his mind, a lot of thoughts dragging him down, a lot of notions crowding his headspace and clogging up his ability to really think. For a moment, it seemed like he had just walked into the office versus being there for some time; he was really surveying the study for the first time since being there.
But Hellbine's paws were on his hand and it was hard to stay too focused on any one thing. He went back to scratching the kitten's ears.
"Ready for the camera?" He asked without looking over, his thumb and forefinger gingerly kneading the softest cat ears known to man. When he did finally look over, he took Jeremiah's clearing of his desk as an affirmative yes. "One second bud," He told Hellbine as he went to stand, train of thought back on the charter.
It really was a shame that he couldn't rip it there and then and solve everything.
Instead he took it from the scanner to transplant to the desk. "There were only a few fingerprints that weren't identified, right?" One of which looked smudged even to the naked eye; surely it was the one detailed in the email as such. "I still wonder..." Sigh, "Well, it doesn't matter. Here." He set the parchment down after a moment of musing.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2017 10:30 pm
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The study looked like it might have been pulled from a different time period. It was all dark wood and earth tones. Each wall contained bookshelves that were full of books and then, in spaces on the shelves themselves, were the degrees he had gotten from college (one did not get higher in the force or become a Police Chief without a serious education). Behind the desk was a bay window, the very place Hellbine had been dozing on the cushioned seat of, and it had a small collection of flowering plants.
Except that one was a particularly bright, vivid pink that was not unlike the vines on Hellbine's head. Said small cat was practically mush in Shiloh's hands, his purr reverberating and never ending. The young man got a mew to the affirmative about waiting (because he understood).
Once Shiloh was setting down the charter, Jeremiah was taking the pictures of the thumbprints. His focus was on the smudged one.
"Yes, though I am most interested in the smudged one." He paused in taking photographs, looking back over to him. "What are you wondering?" Even if it didn't matter, it was still a thought.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2017 2:02 pm
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Shiloh was fidgeting a little, but then his shoulders melted into a droop and he shrugged. "It's just..." His lips pursed, "Why the hell are all of you on the charter?!"
He looked surprised at his own outburst.
"A-And I'm not! I don't get it... like, what the ******** was I doing? Where the ******** was I? Oliver was there, and Jamie was there, and if Ollie was there then I must've existed, unless I was like, dead or something."
He folded his arms grumpily.
"Not that I wanna be on it, I just... I don't get it. I can't help it, 'cause ******** it if I'm not curious."
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2017 5:49 pm
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"That's what I mean." He huffed, "Everyone who signed it is differentiated. They're wargs, or weres, or nobles..." His gaze fell slightly.
"I guess I feel kinda guilty. I shouldn't." He was rolling his shoulder, "I wanna believe people signed the charter without...without knowing what it was about. Like, sure, separate the spirit bond, but would anyone sign this knowing it was anchored on Melany? I guess those ******** bastards sliced her open, so anything's possible..." Now his gaze looked dark.
He sighed again. "I guess it doesn't really matter. The actions everyone made before weren't the same people." Still, Shiloh seemed sullen about it.
"Are you done taking pictures?"
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 3:54 pm
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As Jeremiah talked, Shiloh went to work. The charter was dusted off delicately and slipped back into the folio, the lock reenacted. The symbol made a soft hum sound as the magic bound it back together, glowing brightly, and then fading into a soft minty green.
"It sounds so..." He took a deep breath, "The thing that really bugs me about all of this... is how... manipulated I feel. Like a puppet or some s**t." He gave Hellbine a look like he was trying to distract himself, "The Enemy is evil! Or whatever the ********. And it'd be one thing if they did this just 'cause of Renard, he's strong, it could've been damaging, who knows. I don't know enough about magic to say. But like? Why did this come up? How did they go from stopped some 'great evil' to torturing an innocent girl? How ******** up do you have to be to think that's okay?" His eyes were worried, big and blue and bright.
"It feels like it just got more and more skewed. Like, it's bad enough we had the first cage, and it's bad enough we have the second, but I feel like... controlling the magic like this is sort of just... dangerous. Like playing god. Like doing s**t you really shouldn't be doing, and it scares the ******** out of me Mercer. Magic isn't governed by laws I don't think—shouldn't be."
Shiloh was quiet again.
"It makes me torn on if we should rebuild the Court or tear it down completely. I feel like it should've never existed at all, but it's so integrated now that I feel like we can't just burn it."
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