((When in doubt, go with a pup I haven't played in a bit. Will be SLOW!))
Pearl took a while to decipher the application. One of the house elves wandering by took pity on her and helped her work through some of the bigger words. She still didn't get the full meaning of the answer to question 2, but there were certain key words that she picked up on.
She bowed politely to the applicant. "Hello. Are you a detective? I didn't know detectives used finger puppets." Pearl didn't necessarily find it odd; she honestly didn't know.
"I am." Why deny it? As long as he didn't come any closer than that to revealing his true identity... "I doubt all detectives use finger puppets. I just find them useful."
Pearl nodded, taking this at face value. "I guess that makes sense. Mr. Nick and Mr. Scruffy Detective used an elec-tric wave detector once. And a teddy bear." Well, he'd used it on the teddy bear first, but then tracking its sale history counted as using it! "I'm Pearl Fey. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Detective."
She peered at the puppet. "What does the 'L' stand for?"
(( Permission given to meta Beowulf. In the movie, once Beowulf's an old king, everyone gets together every year to sing about how great he is, and people come from other countries to fight him just for the glory of it, or so he chooses to interpret their desire to kill him ... Anyway. He will just think that Near has heard of his glorious deeds.~~~ ))
Beowulf strode into the Sorting Room in his usual attire: his Hogwarts robes hanging open because his muscles could not be contained; his leather underpants revealed thereby; his Gryffindor tie knotted about his broad brow, its ends hanging down his back.
((*chucks Jaime in because none of my other pups are working right now* Warning, workninja, meetings own my soul for the next two and a half hours.))
Jaime kept going back to question 2. "So if solving their crimes is the same as killing them indirectly, they committed 'em in the first place. Wouldn't that be indirect suicide, if you followed that reasoning?" He shook his head. "Uh, sorry. Just don't get why anybody would think that way."
It had yet to apply to him - the crazies he had stopped so far didn't rate the death penalty - but he was from Texas, after all.
The puppet was weird, but it struck him as the sort of weird that he Did Not Want to Know About, so he just gave it a strange look and kept silent.
It was an interesting point of view. "Do you believe in assisted suicide, then? In many places that itself is a crime." Near shrugged. "There are many ways of looking at it. I try to see all the angles, even the ones I don't agree with."
Jaime hesitated, remembering when he'd first discovered where the Scarab came from and what it was intended to be. Remembered how Peacemaker had made no secret of the fact he would kill Jaime if he lost control, and how despite his protests, a small part of him had taken solace in that. But if their situations were reversed... no. "Don't think I could bring myself to do that, if that's what you mean. Not when there's another option." Hopefully, he'd never end up in a situation where there wasn't.
"It's always interesting... everyone has their own place where they draw the line between right and wrong. But most people don't know where it is until they're tested."
"I solve problems. Ones other people can't. If other people could, they'd be beneath my notice." Oh, yes... Near has finally accepted his status as L, the world's greatest detective, no longer feeling as if he was entirely in the shadow of his predecessor. "Finger puppets help me keep track of variables."
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"I don't play the violin, smoke a pipe, or use intravenous drugs, if that's what you mean."
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Pearl took a while to decipher the application. One of the house elves wandering by took pity on her and helped her work through some of the bigger words. She still didn't get the full meaning of the answer to question 2, but there were certain key words that she picked up on.
She bowed politely to the applicant. "Hello. Are you a detective? I didn't know detectives used finger puppets." Pearl didn't necessarily find it odd; she honestly didn't know.
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She peered at the puppet. "What does the 'L' stand for?"
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Beowulf strode into the Sorting Room in his usual attire: his Hogwarts robes hanging open because his muscles could not be contained; his leather underpants revealed thereby; his Gryffindor tie knotted about his broad brow, its ends hanging down his back.
"I AM BEOWULF," he informed the new arrival.
Well, what did you expect him to say?
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"Are you now," Near said dryly. "I trust you won't tear my arm off."
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"NOT UNLESS YOU ARE A MONSTER."
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Jaime kept going back to question 2. "So if solving their crimes is the same as killing them indirectly, they committed 'em in the first place. Wouldn't that be indirect suicide, if you followed that reasoning?" He shook his head. "Uh, sorry. Just don't get why anybody would think that way."
It had yet to apply to him - the crazies he had stopped so far didn't rate the death penalty - but he was from Texas, after all.
The puppet was weird, but it struck him as the sort of weird that he Did Not Want to Know About, so he just gave it a strange look and kept silent.
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Jaime hesitated, remembering when he'd first discovered where the Scarab came from and what it was intended to be. Remembered how Peacemaker had made no secret of the fact he would kill Jaime if he lost control, and how despite his protests, a small part of him had taken solace in that. But if their situations were reversed... no. "Don't think I could bring myself to do that, if that's what you mean. Not when there's another option." Hopefully, he'd never end up in a situation where there wasn't.
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Also known as the 'OH MY GOD, DO SOMETHING' poking. Maia flips her hair, waiting for an answer she can work with.
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'Don't get laid much, then.'
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