Morgan and Miles Threadaesops_horseJanuary 26 2008, 15:06:42 UTC
Morgan approached Miles from behind. Miles had just hung up the phone when Morgan reached him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Sir, I'd like to get a statement from you," Morgan said in his cop-voice, Tale-sense tingling.
Re: Morgan and Miles ThreadrubythroneJanuary 26 2008, 20:34:35 UTC
"Oh. Uh, yeah. Of course." Miles dropped the phone into his pocket, and turned to face Morgan. He still looked a little shaken, though he tried for a polite smile. Failed, of course - there was a brief twitch of the lips, almost a flinch, as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Do you want... here, or -- God, I'm sorry, I'm a mess. What would you like to know?"
It was a stupid question, and Miles knew it. He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling as soon as the words had left his mouth, and briefly raked his right hand across his eyes. Great.
That's about when he noticed the fluttering of Tale-sense in the pit of his stomach. It had been easy to overlook, with all the frazzled nerves and other Tales wandering around. Miles blinked.
Re: Morgan and Miles Threadaesops_horseJanuary 26 2008, 20:45:37 UTC
"Let's go in here," Morgan said, steering Miles gently by the shoulder into an empty room.
He pulled up a chair and gestured for Miles to sit as well. The difference between this room and the grotesque scene before, with the same layout and furniture - down to the pattern on the comforter - was jarring. He pushed that aside and concentrated on the task at hand.
"I'm Officer Morgan Stoddard," he started, "though you would also know me as Aesop's Horse." He set the pad of paper aside for the moment. "I'd like to get two statements from you - one official, for the police record, and the other unofficial, so that Detective Ursa and I will be able to work with the Librarians to keep any Tale problems out of the public eye." He paused a moment, measuring Miles with his eyes. "Are you prepared to do that?"
Re: Morgan and Miles Threadaesops_horseJanuary 27 2008, 00:20:48 UTC
"I saw Devin," Morgan said, nodding. "She's Bluebeard, right?" There was a gravity behind his question; he wanted to know if Miles thought she was responsible. He hated to make assumptions about people based on what their Tales were - it felt too much like profiling. But what were the chances of a serial killer Tale being at the scene of a homicide without being involved? Would he have the same impulse if it had been, say, Little Red Riding Hood?
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It was a stupid question, and Miles knew it. He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling as soon as the words had left his mouth, and briefly raked his right hand across his eyes. Great.
That's about when he noticed the fluttering of Tale-sense in the pit of his stomach. It had been easy to overlook, with all the frazzled nerves and other Tales wandering around. Miles blinked.
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He pulled up a chair and gestured for Miles to sit as well. The difference between this room and the grotesque scene before, with the same layout and furniture - down to the pattern on the comforter - was jarring. He pushed that aside and concentrated on the task at hand.
"I'm Officer Morgan Stoddard," he started, "though you would also know me as Aesop's Horse." He set the pad of paper aside for the moment. "I'd like to get two statements from you - one official, for the police record, and the other unofficial, so that Detective Ursa and I will be able to work with the Librarians to keep any Tale problems out of the public eye." He paused a moment, measuring Miles with his eyes. "Are you prepared to do that?"
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