Dear Mr. Miles Edgeworth,
Get the hell outta my space.
Sincerely,
Astor “Ace” (emphasis on the Ace, bub) Spade
Private Investigator
(via fairwind)
Srs Mode
…
All right, everyone.
I’m gonna level w’ya.
M’mom’s been kidnapped an’ I’m helpin’ t’find her.
So ‘til this is finished, I’m gonna be kinda scarce ‘cause I need t’focus on this.
Sorry this is so last-minute, but don’t want no one t’think I’m ignorin’ ‘em.
(( Post can SO be empty. ))
Drinks
Astor took a sip of the scotch. Definitely a much more bitter taste than what he had before but eh. “S’a nice way t’put it.”
( Wouldn’t hurt to ask… )
“Tell me somethin’, Angel… you ain’t happen t’hear anythin’ about smugglin’ lately, have ya? Valuable ancient stuff?”
Angel attempted not to giggle to herself. Did he really change his drink to show he wasn’t unmanly? The thought seemed to amuse her more than it should. After all, she saw nothing wrong with it.
The question seemed to catch her off guard. She had to think for a moment before shaking her head.
“Sorry, Astor. I’ve got no clue. I haven’t even caught wind of that. Granted, I’m in a far different department. You know, dead people and all.”
( Damn. )
Astor shrugged slightly, taking another sip, “Nyeh, it’s alright, was a shot in th’dark anyway.”
He wasn’t entirely sure what she had been semi-smirking at earlier, but he didn’t dwell too much on it. His mind was entirely elsewhere.
“Gonna assume y’been kept busy since last we spoke, mm?”
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Drinks
Astor nodded slightly, finishing off his drink, “Probably where I’d do th’most good, as many as there are in this damn city.”
He shook his head, ordering a scotch on the rocks, “But hell, I doubt y’came here t’talk shop.”
“True. But if there’s a branch you want to go in, don’t hesitate. “
Of course she didn’t come here to talk about work, but it was better than nothing. And better than being hit on by random strangers.
“Heh, I didn’t, but you’re an interesting guy, Astor. And I was curious about what was up.”
Astor took a sip of the scotch. Definitely a much more bitter taste than what he had before but eh. “S’a nice way t’put it.”
( Wouldn’t hurt to ask… )
“Tell me somethin’, Angel… you ain’t happen t’hear anythin’ about smugglin’ lately, have ya? Valuable ancient stuff?”
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(( Interesting answer. :U I’ve not really had an idea in my head as to who WOULD play him, so… ))
Drinks
Astor leaned forward against the bar.
“Mm, yeah, buncha grave-robbin’ thugs goin’ t’ridiculous lengths t’line their pockets. I’d love t’get int’th’force but I gotta finish this…”
Angel raised her eyebrow, grave robbers..?! Definitely, not her division. There was no way she could help him with that. With her glass filled, she sipped it in thought.
“Well, that sounds pretty….gross and bad. I hope you guys catch them. But when you’re done, or when you feel it’s time, talk to me. I’ll try to get you in. What branch? Homicide? or…?”
Astor nodded slightly, finishing off his drink, “Probably where I’d do th’most good, as many as there are in this damn city.”
He shook his head, ordering a scotch on the rocks, “But hell, I doubt y’came here t’talk shop.”
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Drinks
Setting his drink down, Astor tipped his hat back a bit.
“When y’cant get a warrant, y’gotta go where y’gotta go t’get th’information y’need.” He shrugged slightly, “S’always th’way it goes.”
Angel tilted her glass to him. She understood what he meant, or at least she believed she did.
“By the way, you still running the PI game, or wanting to hop in to the detective game?”
Her glass was nearly drained before she downed the rest of it. She motioned for the bartender to get her another one.
“So, you’re on a case, yeah?”
Astor leaned forward against the bar.
“Mm, yeah, buncha grave-robbin’ thugs goin’ t’ridiculous lengths t’line their pockets. I’d love t’get int’th’force but I gotta finish this…”
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Drinks
“What’s the occasion?”
Sitting a few seats down, face mostly hidden by a black fedora, was a certain private investigator, sipping the business end of a sour appletini.
“Long time, no see, Angel.” Astor nodded to the detective.
“Mhn?”
The detective glanced over, her grey eye spotting him from behind that blond curtain of hers. Her lips curved to a small smile when she spotted his drink.
“Long time no see, Astor. The occasion…? Heh, just a case of too many thoughts is all. What about yourself?”
Her legs crossed at her ankles as she sipped that dark burning liquid.
Setting his drink down, Astor tipped his hat back a bit.
“When y’cant get a warrant, y’gotta go where y’gotta go t’get th’information y’need.” He shrugged slightly, “S’always th’way it goes.”
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