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[Nov. 5th, 2009|11:53 pm] |
*can think of better ways to spend his afternoon than by answering a summons to the House of the Hammer to meet with this quack conspiracy non-theorist investigator* *is a little bit curious as to what he can possibly be asked, given that he was further removed from the Gothmog Incident than either Erestor or Ecthelion*
*is somewhat wary, having heard a pared down version of the doctor's interview with Ecthelion and, of course, having seen the aftermath (Ecthelion coming home, a little low, but nothing that couldn't be remedied with pizza and an evening cooing over each other and the puppy*
*presents himself at the appropriate door, a few minutes late, having left Marigold with Becky* |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2009|07:07 pm] |
*following a somewhat useful session with his star witness number one ("somewhat useful" in that nothing new was presented, but a great many things were confirmed), has decided to move on with star witness number two (or perhaps he should be considered number one, after all)*
*folds his hands neatly atop his open files—Amir and Samantha, as before, and a third detailing the damage to the Houses themselves* *directly and sincerely, as ever* ...you may find some of my questions difficult to answer, but I would ask that you do so as honestly and as completely as possible. A great deal of this project hinges on the details. |
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[Oct. 28th, 2009|07:43 pm] |
*heads into the House of Hammer after a long, long morning spent poring over his board and reams of notes* *wanted to be extra prepared for his appointment today—it's one of the few interviews he's conducting himself*
*checks in and goes straight to the small, unadorned office he's been using during his tenure at the Hammer* *has kept the furnishing down to a desk and two chairs, knowing he would eventually need a good interview hotbox*
*drags the extra chair over and situates it across the desk from his own, then sits down and starts rifling through his briefcase, glancing over the pertinent points one more time* *mutters to himself* Star witness, Kirin. Don't blow it. |
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[Aug. 27th, 2008|09:21 am] |
*leaves Ecthelion and Glorfindel to their justice or revenge or what have you* *(doesn't know which it is but it's not his concern)*
*materializes in Turgon's house in full state so that his staff will have no doubt that he is not someone to be trifled with when he says:*
I wish to speak with the king. Immediately. |
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[Jul. 23rd, 2008|06:07 pm] |
*sits in a rocking chair on his front porch, cleaning his gun*
*well, one of his guns*
*he calls her Shirley* *not out-loud, though* |
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anxious
working
curious