Trusty

Name's Rutherford Trust, just Trusty, really. I'm a PI, and willing to help anyone with anything.

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You Wanna See a Dead Body? Donald and Trusty

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Donald watched Trusty begin to turn about, and his eyes only barely glanced back down at the paperwork to tidy it up before the voice once more caught his attention. The dark eyes flicked up from under curly hair and narrowed with interest at the hushed tone. After a second, the corners of his mouth tilted up ever so slightly at the question. 

Welcome to the ranks.

“I do. I also have other stuff at my office. What sort of effect are you looking for?” He asked, curiously. “Most coroners tend to stay pretty well stocked.”

Trusty didn't expect such a willing answer, but he was pleasantly surprised. When the question was posed, he began his reply with a brief. “I don’t need any crazy stuff. man, just tryna get high. Maybe some grass. Mm, or sensory enhancers of the, uh, scent variety?” 

“You’re the first coroner I’ve met-met, but you probably got a point there. I do know other doctors, though. A doctor. His name’s Jock, bit younger than I am. Or older than I am. One of those.” he rambled. The old Trusty was already reappearing. “You know he says the small intestine is about 20 feet long, but it’s small because it’s skinny.” 

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They walked a short distance before Esme found her usual spot.  She gently unlinked herself from Trusty so that she could retrieve the things in her bag and set up for shop.  Sitting down, she patted the seat next to her on the ground for Trusty to join her.  “Insights and questions?” she chuckled as she brought out her cards and shuffled them.  “Lately I’ve been asking about the well-being of my friends, and for the most part it seems promising.  Are you sure you wouldn’t like to ask them a question yourself?  You may be surprised to see what you learn.  And don’t worry, if you do, your first card reading will be on the house,” she smirked with a small wink.

Once Esme gave him the go-ahead to sit down, Trusty got on the floor, trying out several different sitting positions before settling on a butterfly pose. “So I’m going to be alright then?” he asked after she said she’d inquired about her friends. He gave a fake exaggerated sigh. “Well, that’s just a relief.”

Trusty pondered again the idea of having his cards read. On the one hand, he could find out something terrible and then this whole situation would become very awkward. On the other hand...Esmeralda would read his cards. Trusty took a breath. “Oh, alright, now. Let’s do it.” He angled himself to face more towards Esme. “I can’t quite recall how this goes.”

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What is one memory that always makes you smile?

“When I first met Trusty. That lil’ man’s my soulmate. Souldog.”

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What do you value most in a person?

"Thoughts. You don’t gotta be a genius, but you got to have thoughts and opinions. Passions, you know.”

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“Of course,” she chimed, holding onto Trusty as they continued to walk, even after they had crossed the street.  “It’s actually recommended to start that way with a new deck and when beginning.  It’s good practice to read my own cards, ask questions that I can answer and build a rapport with my cards.  Gotta make sure the cards actually work,” she said with a wink.

Trusty had to admit he loved hanging out with Esmeralda like this, and having her close like this was even better. “You don’t say?” He looked down at her and quirked an eyebrow. “So tell me, Miss Chanterfleurie. What, uh, questions or insights have you brought to your cards lately?”

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Most interesting case?

“I don’t know. But! Last week this old man had his leg stolen while he was sleeping and I tracked it to a barn in the Second Ring who put it on a cow.”

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Where is your favorite place to go on a weekday afternoon when you have no plans or obligations?

“Park. It’s peaceful, I can take Trusty, and, if the sensory enhancers work for a bit, I can smell the trees. Plus, you meet folks.”

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Do you have a style? What do you like to wear?

“I’m dripping in style.”

"Sometimes I like to be loud. Sometimes it’s just a plain shirt and ripped jeans. But I don’t spend much money on clothes, so I just make a statement with whatever I have. I have a lot of cool jackets, though. My trenchcoat for sleuthing...It’s a love/hate relationship though since they cover my tattoos.”

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When was your first kiss and who was it with?

“I was 18- no! I was…12… I was 13 because my uncle sent me a 13th birthday card. So I was 13, and her name was Tess, and she told me that if I told anyone she’d burn my house down. Not quite true love, but close as I’d ever been.”

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Is there anything you miss about being a police officer? Would you ever go back?

“I don’t know...I would’ve, but now? I don’t know. I just miss having the resources, you know. I can’t use radios or private records or any of that. It’s just me and my gut. But I feel like I’m helping more people now, even in the small stuff.”

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What's your best pickup line? Or best way to pick someone up?

“Best way to pick someone up is a piggyback ride, no doubt. I don’t use a lot of pickup lines because I think they’re corny, but uh... ‘Hey, you seem amazing, let’s grab sodas’ has worked in the distant past.”

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Any future plans working with the Coroner's office in the future? Need to know in case I have to renew your NDA's

“Yea, renew it. I’ll come by if you’ll have me. If there’s a cold case you’ve got, Trusty will get to workin’ it for ya.”

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Have any interesting conspiracy theories?

“My last theory, that the government was hiding a habitable planet, panned out. New theory? They plan to let a bunch of Outer Ring folks go out there first, expose us to the new monsters and diseases and atmospheric chemicals that could kill us. Iron out the kinks that way, before they send everyone else.”

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What do you think two people must have in common to connect with each other?

“You gotta have synergy. Like when you’re running on the same wavelengths, willing to look that person in the eye and not feel uncomfortable. You gotta share a fire. And it helps if you both love the same things. And each other.”

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Will you be taking your dog to the new world with you?

“Trusty goes everywhere with me. Home’s not home without my dog. But I don’t know if I’m heading to that new space rock...”

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Ask Day? Yes!

Trusty is here for Ask Day.

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You Wanna See a Dead Body? Donald and Trusty

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They began going down the list of photos, matching what they could based upon various descriptions for those that were already sorted. Some of those in Trusty’s pile of photos and names weren’t yet identified among the dead–they might not ever be–but he still finished their time with names and bodies. 

Donald groaned, as the caffeine began to wear off and letters were looking more like blurs of lines, “So… I’m going to call it here. We likely won’t find the others from those we’ve already sorted, but it’s a good start.” His hand raised to rub at his eyes, “That’s that, then. I’ll try to get you clearance if you think this is for you. The ones we found you can inform the families that their relatives have been retrieved.” He let out another sigh, running through the mental checklist. He thought he got most things, but… well there was always something. “Ugh I need to sleep for two weeks straight.”

Somehow, the more work he did, the better Trusty felt. It was gruesome, but he elt helpful. Like he was pouring back into his community. So when Donald said they were calling it quits, he felt a bit deflated. Still, there was the possibility that he could come back with more photos in the future. Plus, he had to go back to the Outer Ring and deliver all this news to people.

That word, though. “Retrived...no, no, I understand. Yea, I should probably head back too,” Trusty said, though he made no move to leave. “...hey, actually...” Trusty tried to lower his voice so only Donald would hear. “I don’t mean to overstep or anything, but do you have any more of that stuff from earlier? Or...anything else?”