Walter Sharpe, P. I.

The name's Sharpe, Walter Sharpe. Paranormal investigator. You got ghosts, monsters, aliens, sorcerers, evil artifacts and other supernatural problems? I'm the guy for you. (RP-blog for a horror/mystery OC. Read rules and about.)

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asharpemind:

“Well, I always have this with me.” He showed her his gun. “And if that’s not enough, I have…other ways to deal with these kinds of things…”

 “Perhaps to kill it next time,” she suggested, though kicking it had seemed effective enough. To make it leave him alone, at any rate. It was still alive, escaped. Perhaps to warn more of its kind, if it was capable of such a thing.

“And what have you found out? Anything interesting aside from a not-snake and myself?”

[asharpemind-blog]

“Immensely bad energy eminating from this place. Something dark and supernatural happened here. Probably a crossing of interdimensional boundaries. Either a summoning or the opening of a gate.”

Neither of those possibilities sounded particularly good, Walter had to admit.

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asharpemind:

“Then what brings you to Arkham? You don’t look like a student, and the other people who come here usually have…particular interests.”

The man stopped and sighed. He’s never going to escape, is he? 

“You ask a lot of questions for someone who was so determined to find that—whatever-it-was,” he said with a halfhearted shrug, then turned to face the man again. “If you must know, I live right on the border between the two and work as an adjunct professor at my alma mater, Miskatonic. Language and literature; nothing par-tic-ular about that, is there?”

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“Okay...okay...”

Obviously, this guy wouldn’t let anything get to him. And he was right: There was monster on the loose.

“I guess I should try to find that thing...”

He turned away and mumbled something.

“Kz. Agn. Shm.”

[asharpemind-blog]

Well, I already wrote with your canon muse and Walter has a very strong personality. He's definitely one of Fiona's go-to guys if she needs help solving a supernatural mystery. :)

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asharpemind:

“I think it could only benefit both of us if we cooperate. What have you found out so far?”

“Not much, I’m afraid,” and what she knew she’d keep close to her chest. He could do with some information, and it was always nice to have bait if necessary.

“The, ah, snakes, are likely symptom of a greater problem. I’ve never seen them unaccompanied by a larger specimen of the species. You won’t be able to just kick that one away.”

[asharpemind-blog]

"Well, I always have this with me." He showed her his gun. "And if that's not enough, I have...other ways to deal with these kinds of things..."

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Paranormal Paranoia || Closed RP

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asharpemind:

He kept an eye on the elemental in front of him.

“Whatever. Just keep it where I can see it.”

Suddenly, another rumbling was heard and the house shook a little.

“Think we should check the attic?”

“Probably the best bet,” Nathaniel agreed. He murmured a brief sentence in that chittering language to the flame, which seemed to bob in agreement before floating ahead of them. “Now we’re closer to the sound, doesn’t it almost sound as if it’s many feet, striking the ground? Or hands,” he added, thinking back to the handprints in the dust.

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“It does…”, Walter responded with some worry in his voice, gripping his gun tighter.

“Maybe it’s both…the previous owners really sold the house? They didn’t…mysteriously disappear or anything?”

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asharpemind:

“Hm…you from here? Or out of town?”

Despite his better judgment, Walter decided to ask this man some questions. He couldn’t put a finger on it, but there was something about this guy. And if there’s one thing he learned in his job, it’s that trusting his gut is usually a good idea.

“Boston,” he answered curtly and turned to leave. Any point where one would demand questions about himself, Carter deemed as a good time to make his exit. The less he knew, the better.

[asharpemind-blog]

"Then what brings you to Arkham? You don't look like a student, and the other people who come here usually have...particular interests."

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asharpemind:

Walter closed the book he was reading. Somewhat annoyed, he turned to the stranger and asked:

“What do you mean, I don’t seem well? And how is that your business, anyway?”

Parker went to speak, but promptly closed his mouth. He hadn’t meant to pry, he simply just wanted to know if he could help.  “It’s not any of my business. I was just wondering if something had happened.”

[asharpemind-blog]

"Nothing worse than the usual shit I go through. Doubt that you can help, if that's why you asked." And even if he technically could help, Walter wouldn't want to involve an innocent in his current case.

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“You just don’t seem…well,” he said, giving the other a concerned look. “Did something happen?”

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Walter closed the book he was reading. Somewhat annoyed, he turned to the stranger and asked:

“What do you mean, I don’t seem well? And how is that your business, anyway?”

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“Sorry to bother you, but are you okay?”

“Hm? Why wouldn’t I be?”

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asharpemind:

“Hm…you from here? Or out of town?”

Despite his better judgment, Walter decided to ask this man some questions. He couldn’t put a finger on it, but there was something about this guy. And if there’s one thing he learned in his job, it’s that trusting his gut is usually a good idea.

“Boston,” he answered curtly and turned to leave. Any point where one would demand questions about himself, Carter deemed as a good time to make his exit. The less he knew, the better.

[asharpemind-blog]

Walter noticed that the man wanted to leave. It was clear he wouldn’t respond to any more questions, at least not to a satisfactory degree. But still, something was off about him. Maybe he even had something to do with that creature?

“Well, I think I’ll leave you alone now, mister...?”

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Walter raised an eyebrow.

“You seem damn chipper for a fellow who just lost a pal to an eldritch monstrosity…”

“A colleague,” Carter corrected. “We weren’t particularly close.”

He refrained from mentioning that he was rather used to losing his friends to similar circumstances, and thus had become numb to losing them at all.

[asharpemind-blog]

“Hm...you from here? Or out of town?”

Despite his better judgment, Walter decided to ask this man some questions. He couldn’t put a finger on it, but there was something about this guy. And if there’s one thing he learned in his job, it’s that trusting his gut is usually a good idea.

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asharpemind:

“I think it could only benefit both of us if we cooperate. What have you found out so far?”

“Not much, I’m afraid,” and what she knew she’d keep close to her chest. He could do with some information, and it was always nice to have bait if necessary.

“The, ah, snakes, are likely symptom of a greater problem. I’ve never seen them unaccompanied by a larger specimen of the species. You won’t be able to just kick that one away.”

[asharpemind-blog]

“Oh, but you can?”

The sarcasm in his voice was only accentuated by his raised exebrow. Walter wasn’t an idiot. He knew there was something about this woman that she didn’t want to mention. She knew more than she let on. So he decided to throw out some bait.