#ghost.rps

[mechowow]

>> The Empire rarely cared about murder. If anything, they actively encouraged it! For the right trolls, of course. Not just ANYBODY could murder whoever they wanted. That was never really an issue for you, hardly a murderous bone in your body. That being said, you and your little crew were typically called in when the Empire suspected foul play. For example, this specific case. A violet sergeant in the Fleet had been off duty, last seen on a dock. His body was found on the shoreline a short while later. That’s where you stepped in. 

>> Normally you stick to the forensics and all that entails. Your coroner friend had identified DNA, and the three suspects had been called in. You were asked to take any sample you needed. You did the first two, the nervous rust who reported the body and the violet’s ex, but remained a short while to talk to the both of them. The third suspect was, in your opinion, maybe a bit of a stretch. An orphaner who happened to be spotted in the area by the rust. You enter the room he was waiting in with your usual smile and sit across from him. 

-._ Well hi, Mr.Descur! Sorry it took me so long, sweetheart_!- 

-._ Name’s Thersa. I’m just here t’ talk a bit. Yer an orphaner, right? What’s that like_?-

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[mechowow]

“How? With a knife. How else do you get stabbed?” 

“I was helpin’ a friend make a getaway! We got caught causin’ problems. But its all good. I had some dude help me. Not the worst that’s happened since you’ve been gone.” 

“What have you been up to??? Hopefully not gettin’ stabbed like me.” 

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[mechowow]

>Usually, concerts have after parties. And usually, you attend them and get smashed, go stupid go crazy or whatever. You have a blast! And usually, it's a lot of fun! But tonight you're not feeling the party vibe. It was a decent sized party, there were trolls of all castes and kinds inside the building behind you. You hadn't kept track of who was there or whatnot. You weren't expecting to see anyone outside your bandmates anyways.

>At the moment, you're standing outside the venue, waiting for the sun to start to rise so you can head back to the hotel and sleep. Your quads would be happy you chose to not party. But you can't help but feel a little alone. You reach for your pack of cigarettes but find that you've dropped your lighter somewhere inside. At the same time, someone exits the party. Without looking at them, you start to speak.

"Hey, do you 'ave a lighter?"

[mechowow]

Free drinks?

> This club actually didn’t suck that much! There were lots of trolls of various colors. Even in your disguise, you didn’t feel like you stuck out all that much. Which is a wonderful thing, really!

> You just stopped crowd-watching to go up to the bar and get a drink. Shirley Temple, sweet as sugar with a small bite. And there’s no alcohol in it so you don’t feel afraid of being here alone. You lean against the bar next to a random stranger of a troll. You didn’t really look them over before ordering.

> Then you get struck with the desire to be kind! So you turn your head to look at the troll.

“Hi there! Not to be weird or anything, but can I buy you a drink? The name’s Crysta, by the way.”

> You figure this won’t go very far, so there’s no need to tell them an alias.

[mechowow]

>Highbloods were the same. They liked three things: Booze, Fighting, and Parties. This particular party seemed to be a lively one. Luckily the music wasn’t too loud, and Kamuuk hadn’t touched anything to drink just yet. He didn’t really trust any of the trolls here.

>He didn’t want to be here. That was plain as day by how he avoided the crowd. He had only come because Jahspr wanted a friend, but she was quick to abandon him once she found a better crowd.

>Kamuuk finally stepped outside the large hive, crossing his arms. He looked up to the dark sky, wondering briefly if he should just leave and go hive.The music and chatter from inside could be heard faintly from behind him. Along with that were footsteps. He turned slightly to look towards the approaching stranger, fins flicking curiously.

“Can I help you?”

[mechowow]

Ah’ve had so many young trolls come in ‘n out of m’ ship, ‘n Ah never hear a word from ‘em again...ah ‘ope they all know they’ve still got a place ‘board my boat, if they needs it.

[mechowow]

>Triana had organized this, not you. She said you needed someone other than her to pester. Fine, fine, you agreed to go.

>You had agreed to meet at one of your favorite restaurants. It was classy and nice, but not so much so that you couldn’t dress somewhat casually. The ambiance was pleasant. You had previously alerted Triana you had arrived, albeit a tad late. You checked your messages for the description of the troll you were looking for, before walking up to someone who looked similar and sat alone.

“Hello, I’m here for a date, you seem to be who I am looking for. I wasn’t given a name. Are you perhaps looking for a Bubble?”

[mechowow]

>You did this frequently. You got into what you considered to be a decent disguise, went to a street corner in a popular section of the city, and noodled away on your saxophone for a few hours. The case was left open in case anyone wanted to drop in a couple bucks. Any money you made from playing on the corner was used to buy a treat for Shiloh when you returned hive. 

>While normally, Maesun joined you for a good duet, you were alone this time. You had your bari resting on the ground beside its case, and your tenor in hand. You had managed to draw a small crowd a few moments prior by playing your version of your favorite song. You just finished and paused to take a sip from a bottle. While you do so, someone drops something- you aren’t sure what- into your case. You lift your bottle in thanks, kind of like a weird toast to them.

“Hey, thanks bud! Got a request?” 

>You knew a lot of songs, not every song but many! If you didn’t know it by heart, then you’d look it up real quick and play it after.