A-Detecting I Will Go
Characters: Arthur/Deadpool (buchananneket) and OPEN
Date/Time: February 26, afternoon/evening
Location: Anywhere within the City Without Walls
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: With all the random things happening to people today, Arthur decides to wander around to investigate and help some of the citizens with their new problems. Unfortunately, Arthur is still unaware of his own problem...
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As Arthur stepped off the elevator and stared into the wind, he did a quick double-check of his possessions. Two swords on his back. Check. Gun tucked in his belt under his jacket. Check. New pillowcase mask. Check.
Of course, "new" was a bit of a stretch. Realizing the crooked, black marker smile on his regular mask wouldn't cut it in the hard world of detectives, Arthur had simply turned it inside out, coloring the interior the same way, but with a stern mouth and skeptical, cocked eyebrow.
Taking a moment to tighten the knot that keeps his mask on, he walked out on the bridge leading away from the Access Point, lost in thought and completely unaware of the bubble above his head that was quickly filling up with his inner thoughts.
Wind's blowing hard today. Figures. Nothing's ever easy when you're on a case. Whole damn Sphere's goin' to hell, and I don't even have a lead. But then, a good gumshoe isn't afraid of a little footwork, and I'm the best damn gumshoe I know. 'Course, I don't know any other gumshoes, but if I did, I'd have to be...like...top ten. Probably top five. Still, hittin' the streets is one of the things I do best on the long list of things I do best. Wait, that's not right. Things I do better? Things I do well? Whatever. The fact remains that the Sphere can rest easy with Detective Arthur on the case!
[ooc: For the Redux event, Arthur has been afflicted with the Oct. '08 event, Subtitles: Open Thought. Essentially, his inner monologue is broken and all of the yellow box text is visible to any and all!]
Date/Time: February 26, afternoon/evening
Location: Anywhere within the City Without Walls
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: With all the random things happening to people today, Arthur decides to wander around to investigate and help some of the citizens with their new problems. Unfortunately, Arthur is still unaware of his own problem...
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As Arthur stepped off the elevator and stared into the wind, he did a quick double-check of his possessions. Two swords on his back. Check. Gun tucked in his belt under his jacket. Check. New pillowcase mask. Check.
Of course, "new" was a bit of a stretch. Realizing the crooked, black marker smile on his regular mask wouldn't cut it in the hard world of detectives, Arthur had simply turned it inside out, coloring the interior the same way, but with a stern mouth and skeptical, cocked eyebrow.
Taking a moment to tighten the knot that keeps his mask on, he walked out on the bridge leading away from the Access Point, lost in thought and completely unaware of the bubble above his head that was quickly filling up with his inner thoughts.
Wind's blowing hard today. Figures. Nothing's ever easy when you're on a case. Whole damn Sphere's goin' to hell, and I don't even have a lead. But then, a good gumshoe isn't afraid of a little footwork, and I'm the best damn gumshoe I know. 'Course, I don't know any other gumshoes, but if I did, I'd have to be...like...top ten. Probably top five. Still, hittin' the streets is one of the things I do best on the long list of things I do best. Wait, that's not right. Things I do better? Things I do well? Whatever. The fact remains that the Sphere can rest easy with Detective Arthur on the case!
[ooc: For the Redux event, Arthur has been afflicted with the Oct. '08 event, Subtitles: Open Thought. Essentially, his inner monologue is broken and all of the yellow box text is visible to any and all!]