#webwithathousandthreads

[regenerationxii]

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[regenerationxii]

".... I wasn't aware 'I'd like some tea and scones' was a euphemism for something more."

"Well...the tea and scones meant what they meant as a general purpose and this just came out of the blue?"

[regenerationxii]

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[nickthegrimm]

The Good Guys Always Cave First // webwithathousandthreads and nickthegrimm

As a homicide detective there were certain things one generally came to expect on a case. One was, of course, a dead body. It was the really the only thing you could ever count on to be at the scene, and he'd never been disappointed in that respect. The other was blood, naturally. They didn't get many clean cases, such as a drug overdose or anything of the like. There was always a certain amount of blood, and sadly Nick had gotten use to the substance and all its qualities. The first, and final, thing was the fact that the crime was over. The deed had been done, and criminal gone, and the detective work really started from there.

This situation, however, was breaking that final rule.

Nick and his partner, Hank, had been called to investigate a fresh murder scene. A woman had been stabbed in the back, no big mystery there accept the culprit. Many of the other cops were outside of the house, writing down information in such, strangely not seeming to want to enter the establishment. The two didn't question it, but as they were both about to go inside, Hank's phone suddenly rang. The other gave looked down at his phone, gave Nick a quick nod, and mouthed 'just a minute'. With this, the Grimm was technically alone, but that didn't stop him from entering the house.

Walking around, Nick quickly maneuvered his way into the living room, where the murder had apparently occurred  He stopped suddenly, though, as an unfamiliar figure greeted him in the middle of the room. It was a man. Dark hair and eyes, a little pale, wearing a very tasteful suit. He was completely out of of place with his surroundings, and Nick instantly sensed that something was amiss. And just where, exactly, was the body?

"...This is currently a crime scene, sir. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Nick eventually muttered, not sure what to say exactly in this strange situation.

[andrewbondxofskyfall-blog]

+webwithathousandthreads

Andrew ducked inside the small coffee shop and brushed his coat off. Damn weather. He made his way to his usual table and leaned his cane against the table beside him. His third day back in London and he already had another appointment set up. How did things get around so quickly? He knew that the nature of his business was fairly well-known, but the extent could still surprise him.

He glanced up at the waiter who was standing at the table and smiled slightly. "Could I just get a cup of Earl Grey, please?" Andrew watched as the waiter walked away before he sighed. He wondered who he was going to meet this time.

[notthearchangel-blog]

webwithathousandthreads is definitely not someone who should be here

[And by that, Gabriel means that he can recognize those who come of his City, and he can tell those who come from a City close to his, a gift graced to him by his Angelic lineage, and the slight man in his quarter is definitely not from here.

But he can't quite pinpoint why he felt so violently about it the first time he saw the man, feeling sheepish about it after he gives the man a once over. 

Since when was he to say who 'should' be anywhere? Pursing his lips, he pushes out of the seat settled on Mags' porch, making his way slightly closer to the man.]

Looking for someone? [A visitor was his best guess- someone here to see someone they'd lost.]