Ace Investigations

Isidor. Greek. Pilot. Private Investigator. Soldier. Pipe smoker. Old. What else do you really need to know? Indie OC RP blog.

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Hello Friends!

I’m currently completely and utterly broke! Wonderful, isn’t it? I lost my job a few weeks ago because depression apparently isn’t covered in sick leave. Who knew? 

I MAY have a job at Target in the upcoming week but even if I do land the job I won’t get paid for at least a week, maybe two, maybe not even until the end of the month. HOWEVER I don’t even have enough money right now to keep my cell phone, how Target and other jobs would contact me, on, or to put gas in my car.

I really just need a little help right now, nothing much. I’ve seen this sort of thing work for people before. My friends have been wonderful and have helped me a lot, with their help I managed to pay my car, my insurance, the registration on my car. But it’s just…I don’t know if I can make it to the next time I have to pay those things.

I’m doing writing commissions! You can see my writing samples and even a ~nudge nudge~ little donate button here. Y’know, if you want.

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Here it is.

The moment everyone has been waiting for!

ID NEEDED is now officially here!

Read the dorky, daring tale of two best friends who will spend forever at each other’s sides, through the good, the bad, and the downright insane!

Rated PG-13, just because of the occasional (censored) swear, some violence and some darker themes that could be triggering, but those come later, you’ll have to read to watch the story unfold~

Read it now!

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Did I mention that Isidor is in a WEBCOMIC? That you can READ?

[idneeded]

Here it is.

The moment everyone has been waiting for!

ID NEEDED is now officially here!

Read the dorky, daring tale of two best friends who will spend forever at each other’s sides, through the good, the bad, and the downright insane!

Rated PG-13, just because of the occasional (censored) swear, some violence and some darker themes that could be triggering, but those come later, you’ll have to read to watch the story unfold~

Read it now!

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Isidor now officially is the star of his own webcomic! Of course Dietrich is his co-star, but isn't this exciting?

Please go and read it! We've worked terribly hard on it! 

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3 Got Coffee Dropped On Them. Sorry.

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"If you don’t mind, I’d like to sketch you sometime," the sentence was spoken suddenly, unexpectedly. He’d meant to excuse himself, so he bowed his head, "er. Think about it. I’m going to go splash a little water on my face. Get rid of the stickiness."

With that, he ducked out of the queue and into the men’s bathroom, where he looked at himself for the first time since the coffee dropped on him. It wasn’t much, but it stained his already grimy shirt. A few drops ended up in his hair. The artist cupped water in his hands and splashed his face and the spots on his clothes carefully, then returned to the queue after roughly five minutes.

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Isidor got the very distinct look of a deer in the headlights. Sketch him?? SKETCH HIM?? Why, he wasn't...anything to look at? He nodded and watched him leave. He moved forward three people in line before the artist returned. They were almost next. 

"I wouldn't mind, I suppose." He said mildly after a few moments of silence between them. "I don't know why you would want to but sure." He gestured at the glass case of food there. "Pick what you'd like." 

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3 Got Coffee Dropped On Them. Sorry.

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Nick shrugged. “Sort of?  I don’t really know where I was born. My folks weren’t really around long enough. Couldn’t tell you my birthday, either, but I have done a lot of wanderin’.”   Also true. “Southern States.” Yes, it was hot down there in the summer, he knew. 

"Paperwork? Office? So the roof sniping is just a hobby, eh?" Nick teased, realizing that if it WAS part of this man’s job, he’d probably not say so. Weren’t to many occupations where that fit the job description, short of bird watching and roofing, neither of which this man had been doing, and the rest were generally not something one admitted to without risking said job.  

"Well, that’s understandable.  ’S long as I’m not makin’ you late for work. Wouldn’t want you to get on trouble on account of me."

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This was...mildly intriguing at most. Nicholas was hiding something, but Isidor couldn't tell what or why he was hiding it in the first place. They were strangers, probably the only people who could be completely honest with each other. Strangers had a clean slate. So, either the guy was like him, needing to hide some deeply personal secret that wouldn't be believed anyway, or the guy was a compulsive liar.

Either way, Isidor was not amused, but not too annoyed by it to really leave. "Hm." The guy did give him an out, however. He might just take it. "What did you say your full name was again?" he asked. Might as well run a background check on him. In his spare time. Because...why not?

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"W-What?" Not much more could be said as he pulled her over to a bench. She felt incredibly embarrassed, he didn’t need to treat her. "I-It’s not that bad, honestly!" But he had already started dabbing her wound with his handkerchief. It stung a bit and she closed her eyes, feeling her cheeks warm up from his touch. She definitely never had a stranger, especially one with a demeanor such as Isidor’s, fuss over her so much. What an interesting adult.

"Oh no, no, no, it’s all right, really! Ouch!" She yelped as he slapped the bandaid on her forehead. If he was going to treat her, he could at least be a bit more gentle. Still, he was kind enough to even help and she was grateful. "U-Um, thanks…" she mumbled, wincing and feeling the bandaid with her fingertips. 

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He straightened up and looked her over, appraisig. Just a kid. He didn't know what to do with kids. They were like small foreign creatures...maybe aliens...No, aliens he would probably handle better than children. He wasn't even sure if he should apologize for hurting her or tell her to suck it up, so he did neither, keeping his mouth shut. Isidor found that was the best solution to most things, actually.

"Why are you out alone?" he asked gruffly, crossing his arms and looking for all the world like both a truant officer and a concerned older brother. "Where are your parents?" She was what, ten? Shouldn't be out on her own. There were bad things lurking about.

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"I…I’m sure you don’t want that." He said, a mild panic in his voice. Though singing had been a large part of his culture growing up he hadn’t sung in years. He gulped. "Ah…Okay. Well. Here goes…"

He coughed, shifting awkwardly and came out with a greek lullaby  his mother had sung to him long ago in his crib. His voice had cracked at first, but then settled into soft, deep bass tones. The song was short, but he blushed all the way through it.

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Kaya immediately felt guilty at the look on his face. Obviously it was something he didn’t want to talk about, either, and she was glad for the subject change. “Never? How the heck do you get along in an English speaking country without speaking English? How fast did YOU have to learn it?”

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He may have stretched the truth a bit, his parents did in fact learn English, he just rarely heard them speak it, since inside the house Greek was spoken exclusively, so he didn't answer her first question. "To the point where I was fluent, about...four, five years?" he shrugged. Other kids at school had made fun of him, but he was proud of his heritage and his language.

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Dietrich hid his grin when Isidor unzipped his other suitcase and started poking around. He watched him sift through, wondering vaguely if he found anything interesting. He didn’t remember putting anything good in there, but Isidor was a private investigator. Those guys could find all kinds of stuff. (Dietrich knew this from experience. It could get annoying when they were sicced on you.)

He didn’t even remember that he’d stuck that photograph in a folder of citizenship papers (which may or may not have been faked) until Isidor stopped and pulled it out. Dietrich stayed quiet, letting him look the photo over. Normally he wouldn’t have let anyone see it, let alone touch it, especially because it was one of the few things he owned that he actually cared about. But he trusted Isidor automatically, and didn’t protest in the slightest as his precious photograph was gently handled. 

"Of course I kept it," he replied quietly. "I’d never get rid of that. It’s… almost the only thing I have to remember you by. Well, had. I guess I’ve got more than a photograph now, huh?" He smiled and leaned back on his hands. "Thanks for letting me take it, by the way. All I left for you was a coat and a tie," he added, grinning. "Nothing nearly as great as this."

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Isidor set the picture back gently, it was almost a century old, and turned to look at Dietrich. He had kept the letters they'd sent, before Dietrich had stopped writing back. However, Manu, his second eldest brother had began teasing him about it, and he, sensitive about it, had put them in a safety deposit box in a bank that had gone bankrupt and been burned down in the Depression. 

The coat and tie, however, were still in his apartment. A different apartment than the one he had grown up in, of course, no longer in the Greek neighborhoods of Queens. "It smelled like you." He murmured quietly. "The coat." It had kept that smell for three years, but began fading away to nothing. Now it was just a coat, hanging in the back of Isidor's closet. "You can have it back if you want..." It had never fit the shorter man correctly.

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"Yes sir! Well, kind of." She played with the end of her ponytail as she struggled for the right words. "I’m looking for someone, and they don’t seem to be home or answering their phones. I was wondering if you could help me out a little?"

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Isidor nodded. That was his kind of work. He gestured for her to sit in the comfortable chair across his desk from him. "Who's this person?" he asked, standing to get her a glass of water. "In relation to you? Ex? Brother? Mother?" he gave a few as examples, handing her the glass and resuming his seat, a serious expression on his face. Business time.

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"I’m afraid you won’t find many of those out here," he stated with another tilt of the head. "Just pirates and ghost ships. Though I believe I’m the only one of the latter, at least the only one with enough firepower not to get shot down where I stand." Ah, the old ‘confusing yourself for the actual ship’ play. He was the computer, not the ship itself. The ship itself had more systems than just him, though most of them were powered down simply because he didn’t actually need them. He was slowly waking them up manually, one by one. It was easier that way, since they were supposed to be activated by the crew instead of by him.

A small cleaning robot spun and wheeled it’s way across the floor and Seti caught it’s tail with his foot. Like a cat playing with a mouse. He held it there long enough for it to try and struggle in an attempt to get away before finally relenting. It shot across the room like a rocket and he smirked. “They did, yes. I even have a full range of emotions.” Which were highly experimental at the time and often led him right into trouble. The ability to adapt combined with them had led to him developing quite a few unwanted subroutines. “It’s alright. I wasn’t programmed to cope, but I’ve learned.” The hard way, in fact. His last captain had actually prepared him to adapt to trauma.

The thought actually made him falter slightly. “I was created to showcase that very idea. That vehicles can develop personalities, even souls.” A glitch made him quiver slightly in place. No, he wasn’t too fond of the idea. If only because of the reaction it got from his crew. “Yet I’m often criticized for lacking one. Which is perfectly fine, as I technically do. Even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to notice unless gaining it is like some…” The droid struggled to find the words and finally chuckled as he did. “Miraculous ascension. None of my developers were able to tell me just how it felt to have one. I may have had one all along, because they hadn’t told me just how it felt to not have one either.” Souls were a bit of a sore spot.

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It had been a long time since Isidor had been stranded in space, let alone with someone else. He had never actually spent that much time with any AI units, now that he thought of it, so this was going to be an interesting experience.

He observed Seti coolly. He seemed...human, eerily so, because there was something...off. Probably the same thing that people thought when they looked at him, actually. Isidor wasn't entirely human, but he wasn't an android by any means. He tilted his head slightly and pursed his lips as the bot interacted with a lesser programmed one. Interesting. Shows cruelty, cunning, real intelligence and the ability to enjoy things. Sadism? Well, he really was human then.

More or less.

"Sorry." He could tell he hit a nerve and he felt the need to apologize, though his voice was gruff as he said it. No talking about souls, then, but it was a really interesting topic! Isidor looked around. "Why are you out in the black all alone, android?" he didn't say the descriptor like an insult, it was said more like a title; doctor, captain, something official. 

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Send my muse the most NSFW asks you can think of.

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Apollo: God of music, healing, and light.

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Back from a long hiatus while focusing on school and work.

Here we have a shot from our recent trip to Greece. This is the ruins of Apollo's temple at the site of ancient Delphi, Greece. 

The ruins of the Temple of Delphi visible today date from the 4th century BC are of a peripteral Doric building. It was erected on the remains of an earlier temple, dated to the 6th century BC which itself was erected on the site of a 7th-century BC construction attributed to the architects Trophonios and Agamedes. The 6th-century BC temple was named the “Temple of Alcmonidae” in tribute to the Athenian family who funded its reconstruction following a fire, which had destroyed the original structure. The new building was a Doric hexastyle temple of 6 by 15 columns. This temple was destroyed in 373 BC by an earthquake. The pediment sculptures are a tribute to Praxias and Androsthenesof Athens. Of a similar proportion to the second temple it retained the 6 by 15 column pattern around the stylobate. Inside was the adyton, the centre of the Delphic oracle and seat of Pythia. The temple had the statement “Know thyself”, one of the Delphic maxims, carved into it (and some modern Greek writers say the rest were carved into it), and the maxims were attributed to Apollo and given through the oracle and/or the Seven Sages of Greece (“know thyself” perhaps also being attributed to other famous philosophers). The monument was partly restored during 1938(?)–1300. The temple survived until 390 AD, when the Christian emperor Theodosius I silenced the oracle by destroying the temple and most of the statues and works of art in the name of Christianity.The site was completely destroyed by zealous Christians in an attempt to remove all traces of Paganism.

The title is from “Hymn To Apollo" by John Keats.

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Apollo

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