Adrian Pucey (adepucey) wrote in amesoeurrpg, @ 2013-01-01 19:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !!closed, !!open, !!thread, !places: imperial warf, !player: dani, adrian pucey, roslyn bletchley |
thread: adrian and roslyn
Who | Adrian Pucey and Roslyn Bletchley
When | 01 January, 2012, late morning
Where | Imperial Warf, Fulham - Adrian's flat
What | A somewhat quiet night
Rating | PG/PG-13
Status | Closed, In progress
The night before may have involved copious amounts of alcohol and unknown articles of clothing shoved into strange places around his flat, but it certainly didn't make much difference when it came to clients and their schedules. Clients did not care if you happened to have an uncharacteristically spotty recall of the evening. Nor did they care that the pair of boxers in your fridge that morning were not yours or that you were pretty convinced that a certain hitwizard you knew would eventually show up looking for them. Adrian figured it was a safe bet that, like him, his clients would also not care to know why said persons boxers had ended up in the refrigerator. If nothing else, you had to hand it to muggle real-estate. It certainly created a whole slew of new and exciting storage spaces.
With all of this being relatively certain, Adrian was instead forcing his attention on a particularly disgusting target for a particularly disturbing individual. Some people collected polished gems, others might prefer rare paintings, and then there was this gentleman, who seemed to have a developed interest in fifteenth century dried and pickled body parts of a hanged man. Personally, he didn't care how many people it could render motionless or how many doors it could unlock. A handy of glory was just a little too over the top for his tastes. Fortunately, as disgusting as it was, these things tended to leave a trail. A severed hand was a hard thing to miss.
He'd been pouring over some old research dug up on it's last confirmed public sighting when his wards twinged. Glancing toward the entrance way, he tapped the papers with his wand to blur the images as the expected knock sounded. Given the low signal from his wards, he wasn't at all surprised to find a familiar face on the other side of the door.