William Leyman, Paranormal Detective

Freelance, though I do occasionally consult for Scotland Yard. If you can't get a hold of my phone contact DI Greg Lestrade. Listed in the phone book under Detective, Paranormal. The only one listed. I'll discuss any job, no matter how daft it sounds or how many people are convinced it's your imagination, and travel isn't an issue. No jobs involving infatuating anyone and I am not liable for any damages to property or possessions while on the job. Rates vary. ((FC: David Tennant, I own no pictures or gifs used to portray Leyman, tracking willleymanwizarddetective. Independent RP blog, any fandom any character. Does not usually accept M!As, but you're free to try. ))

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

"I didn't know you were either, congratulations.." she coughed awkwardly. "Are you back at work now?"

"Of course," came the answer, tailed by a nod. "And thank you."

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

"By the way, we've been invited to a Thanksgiving dinner at somebody else's house."

"Isn’t that an American thing?"

[alwaysworth-the-risk-blog]

"Wait, you know what a selfie even is—Never mind, not the point, and just be grateful that Harry isn’t around too much, she would probably do worst. Please, Will? At least for the kids? Or Cale? He’s American, too, he loves Thanksgiving…"

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

"I never said you couldn't go, that's not my say."

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

"Will! Hi, how have you been? Where have you been..?"

"Home, actually. Being a husband is hard enough, but a dad... It's an entirely different beast."

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

"By the way, we've been invited to a Thanksgiving dinner at somebody else's house."

"Isn’t that an American thing?"

[alwaysworth-the-risk-blog]

"Well, that’s the kind of things siblings do, call it a momentary lapse in her already questionable judgment, and trust me, I already just about killed her for it myself, but she is very sorry about it, and I think this is part of her way of making it up to you."

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

"Grand. Siblings send their pseudo-kin's significant others nude "selfies." I call horseshit."

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

"By the way, we've been invited to a Thanksgiving dinner at somebody else's house."

"Isn’t that an American thing?"

[alwaysworth-the-risk-blog]

"Will, she’s practically like a sister to me…"

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

"Aye, and I happen to have a mostly nude image of your practical sister imprinted in my head because she thought it'd be hysterical."

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

"By the way, we've been invited to a Thanksgiving dinner at somebody else's house."

"Isn’t that an American thing?"

[alwaysworth-the-risk-blog]

"I haven’t even said who it is yet!"

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

"You don't have to."

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

"By the way, we've been invited to a Thanksgiving dinner at somebody else's house."

"Isn’t that an American thing?"

[alwaysworth-the-risk-blog]

"Well, it’s an American friend, so…"

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

"No. I refuse. Stars no."

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

Grem cleared his throat with a sound like slate dragging across stone, "Boo."

"I’m busy," Will muttered in reply, distracted behind the police tape of a methodically deserted crime scene. "Go talk to Lestrade."

[thisisgrem]

"You talk to Lestrade. I have better things to do than talk to a cop," Grem grunted.

"Besides," Grem noted. "This is cut and dry. You just don’t want to admit who did it."

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

"That's not my job," growled the detective, a gloved hand rubbing at his jaw. "I apprehend, but in the meantime I make a story that'll make sense. However, I prefer to do it in private, as you've surely been told."

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

"By the way, we've been invited to a Thanksgiving dinner at somebody else's house."

"Isn't that an American thing?"

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

Grem cleared his throat with a sound like slate dragging across stone, "Boo."

"I'm busy," Will muttered in reply, distracted behind the police tape of a methodically deserted crime scene. "Go talk to Lestrade."

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

[[text]] I'm gonna go with yes then. [[text]] Want I should pay for dry cleaning?

[I'd prefer a brain scrubbing, in all honesty. WL]

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

Merry Christmas, love. Hope these are useful.

—Angie <3

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

*hurriedly answers stuff from last Xmas*

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

[[text]] None of the above. [[text]] I thought it would be funny. I'm not there, but I imagine it was. [[text]] Was it?!

[There's now a radioactive spill in my basement. WL]

[On my coat. WL]

[You tell me. WL]

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

[[text]] Your wife said I shouldn't. So I did. [[picture message]] ::mostly naked Jamie:: [[text]] Is it true your phone is in your head and you can't delete stuff?

From the workshop comes a shout of startlement, a crash, then a pause before very very vehement cussing in a plethora of language comes up the stairs.

[Why. WL]

[Did you think. WL]

[That was a civil, much less logical, idea. WL]

[dunderklumpen]

[hgremkin]

A Little Help - Open RP

John Henry Gremkin had been through a lot in the last few days; he’d met some important people and learned a lot about his grandfather. Unfortunately for him London is not lacking in the presence of Fae, and since he was a Changeling who’d descended from Grem the Ogre, both sides wanted him to either choose to join, or (far more easily accomplished it seemed) to have him dead.

When the numbers had turned against him Henry had made like a rabbit and run, a dozen goblins on his tail. How many times had he wished that the video games that made Goblins out to be fodder to be true? Never so much as now with twelve of the swift, deadly hunters bearing down on him in the streets of London.

Back in Bean Town he’d have had them dead to rights with a territorial advantage, but this was a big new city for Henry and he was completely lost in a matter of seconds. Less than half a mile later he found himself in a dead-end alley staring down ten of them, two dead at his feet as he gripped his iron baseball bat.

He knew he couldn’t take all of them, even in a bottle neck like this. His only hope was for a little luck and some unexpected help.

[will-leyman-wizard-detective]

First, reports of an unknown signature within Britain. Second, reports of forces coming out of hibernation to interact with said signature. Third, because two problems obviously weren't enough, reports of goblins running rampant through the streets. Just what Will needed with two fussy infants and a healing fiancee. 

Tracking was simple enough. He didn't even need to pull out tools or waste energy on spells or foci. He just needed to observe. The stench of goblin was easily followed, footprints and trails through scattered urban debris. Whatever had them in a hurry did not know its way around as well as the detective.

Eventually came the sounds. Conflict. Whatever it was, it was fighting for its life. Not for long if there were enough of the beasts to leave such an apparent trail. Caution lent itself to Will's steps and tracing, talon slipping into hand, glances cast around corners. Fairly soon he saw what he needed. A humanoid with a weapon of sorts (hardly one suitable for beating goblins) and roundabout a dozen goblins. The man obviously wasn't keen on making friends with beasts. Will could relate.

It took less than a minute for Leyman to locate and ascend a fire escape, take position on the roof over the scene, and begin laying aerial waste to the larger party.