ic contact 2 mask or menace

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"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone, previous contact post can be found here ]

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[unwiseheart]

You might think differently if you knew how many small, slime-filled spaces I've crawled through while earning all that in the field know-how.

[ The only time monsters lived somewhere not falling to pieces or filled with mold and giant rats were the times he had to deal with vampires and. even then, only the rich ones. Terrible, absolute horror on maintaining any level of style. But he does get that, sort of. If he'd been normal, only human, then maybe the little rooms filled with people would have been more tolerable, but... That doesn't really matter anymore. He's better off focusing on the task here and now, not thinking wistfully of what-ifs.

Other questions, he has to pause, think, then he slides off of the stool to stand again. There wasn't much more besides having a little meet and greet, really, and it didn't sound like Will had all that much more to offer than what Nicolas could have already assumed. ]

Only how much you'd like to be kept, um, in the loop on. The doctor passed along a bit of the heart he got. It's old, but I may still be able to get a trail off of it. At the very least, we may find where the poor sap it's from got dumped in the end.

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[Will laughs—more rush of air than real laugh, but close enough. Ah, yes, crawling in the shit. A real good thing to put on any resume...if the crawling was legal, of course.]

Sure. [Casually, Will rips off some receipt paper to scribble down his personal number like nothing at all out of the ordinary is going on or being discussed. Like he isn't inwardly going over what the hell that really means, should this guy just stumble across a living, smartmouthed Dorian Gray.] Here. Feel free to call whenever, don't really have office hours for this sort of work. Well, you know. This isn't a 9-5 job.

[Sometimes the crawling in slime comes at, like, 3AM. It is known.]

[unwiseheart]

[ Of which nothing Nicolas has crawled through is, technically. Let's just say his resume would be incredibly devoid of nice, normal, legal jobs... ]

Yeah? You sure? [ While he knows that's the truth, he can't imagine most people enjoy phone calls at four in the morning. Still, he'll take the slip of paper, pocket it for safekeeping. ] Alright. I'll let you know, just after Chilton.

[ The client still comes first, unsurprisingly. ]

And thank you, for taking a moment to speak with me.

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[What is a mob to a king? A king to a god? A god to a nonbeliever? The law to literally any of those + garou? Nothing. That is the answer. The law ain't shit, bro.]

I'm sure. [It'll be like home all over again! Getting calls at four in the morning like "Will get your ass dressed because we found bodies missing organs in a hotel room and the FBI doesn't give a shit about your sleep or well being but we will have some coffee in the car" a true staple of Baltimore. For once, Will smiles, broad and human and perhaps not really fitting the situation but oh well. He reaches out for a part handshake while Gunther raises his head and blinks a few times. So much shaking, it's like they're all dogs here.] You're welcome. Not a problem, at all. Glad you stopped by.

[Because now he knows what he'll be doing as soon as he's sure the guy is gone, which is waking up Dorian and being a little shit in his ear. What a great day!]