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06/11/2007 08:40:00
[info]tyelcormo
*arrives in Delving after days of scouring Beleriand, having hit upon one or two very vague leads suggesting Aredhel might have passed through the area recently*

*is by now running on very little sleep and a lot of caffeine, almost too tired to properly remember what town he searched last*

*doggedly stops in every single establishment Aredhel may have considered setting foot in, interrogating questioning shop owners and patrons and not even caring that he's likely to be tossed in jail at any moment just by virtue of being Fëanorian*

*eventually picks his way back to one of the classier pubs in town and takes a seat at the bar, dejected* *orders a whiskey and stares into it for a while*

Edit: *is awakened some time later by someone pounding on his door* *gets up to answer it*

Current Mood: exhausted
Tags: eol, celegorm, mablung

 
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From: [info]moriquende Date: 06/11/2007 09:03:00  

*glances down the bar at you when you approach*

*almost doesn't recognize you, clad as you are in jeans and T-shirt and looking rather like someone ran over your puppy* *hey, there's always hope*

The best way to tell whether it's a good malt is to drink it, I've heard.
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 06/11/2007 09:27:20  

*paid good money for artfully ripped and weathered jeans, thank you very much*

*looks up disinterestedly* Really? I thought you were supposed to pour it over some nosy bastard, light it, and measure the screams.
From: [info]moriquende Date: 06/11/2007 09:29:41  

*laughs, somewhat impressed amused* Suit yourself, pal. Just delighting in your misery trying to be sociable.
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 06/11/2007 09:38:21  

*goes back to looking pensive for a moment*

*takes a worn photo of Aredhel from his wallet and runs his fingertip over her face in the image*

*decides it wouldn't hurt to ask* *(you never know when you might get a lucky break)*

*comes over and shows you the picture* Have you seen this woman? *simply* She's gone missing and her family is worried about her.
From: [info]moriquende Date: 06/11/2007 09:43:15  

*takes the photo from you and looks at it innocently*

*gives a low whistle in appreciation* Wow. She's a real beauty. *amiably* Your wife?

*makes a big show of peering closer and furrowing his brow in apparent concentration*
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 06/11/2007 09:53:28  

*resists the urge to snatch the photo out of your hand*

No. She's my best friend my cousin mine...no. We're close.

*sees your reaction and feels his hopes shoot up when it becomes clear that you're seeing something familiar* *levelly enough* What is it? Have you seen her?!?!
From: [info]moriquende Date: 06/11/2007 10:01:18  

*rubs his chin thoughtfully* *"hmm"s for a while just to make you squirm*

Well, I could be thinking of someone else...but this isn't a face a man's likely to forget, you know? *chuckles* Don't tell my wife I said that. She'd be furious. *rambling* Course, she's not technically my wife yet. I came into town today to pick up her wedding dress. I guess They'd say that's bad luck or something but then she doesn't get out of the house much. *fondly* What kind of schmuck marries his ex-wife all over again, huh? Suppose I'm just a hopeless romantic.
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 06/11/2007 10:06:18  

*mentally counts to ten, as there's an obvious downside to murdering you before you can spill any relevant information you may have*

*takes back his picture and holds it up before your eyes*

Have.
You.
Seen.
Her?
From: [info]moriquende Date: 06/11/2007 10:13:49  

*eyeroll* Cool your jets, Armani. I'm thinking.

*snaps his fingers suddenly after another long moment* The train station ticket booth. Here in town. There was a little old lady in front of me and she was in front of her. Wearing a long white dress, I think.
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 06/11/2007 10:20:08  

Cool your jets, Armani.

*has a fleeting thought that that's an odd thing for someone so obviously lacking in taste to call someone who looks the way he must at the moment*

*shakes his head, trying to remember the last time he heard of Aredhel taking the train anywhere*

wearing a long white dress

*thinking a thousand things at once* And you're certain? You're positive it was she?
From: [info]moriquende Date: 06/11/2007 10:28:14  

Oh, yes. I'm pretty sure she bought a ticket to Far, Far Away From Nan Elmoth Brithombar.

*cheerfully, as though pleased to have been so helpful* You see? It pays to be nice to people.
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 06/11/2007 10:40:01  

*can't help thinking you have an awfully sharp memory for a random bystander*

*drops enough money on the bar to cover your drink and his untouched whiskey* *distractedly* Much obliged.

*leaves the pub, intent on making the pieces fit together satisfactorily and not quite able to do it* *hires a shady-looking character to tail you to wherever you're staying in case it turns out you're fucking with him just for the fun of it*

*treks through town to make a few (fruitless) inquiries around the train station before retiring to his suite in a nearby hotel to catch two or three hours of restless sleep*
From: [info]moriquende Date: 06/11/2007 10:44:02  

*congratulates himself on his cunning ability to throw you off the scent and win himself a drink in the process*

*also helpfully alerts the local authorities to the presence of a son of Fëanor in their fine city*

*picks up Aredhel's wedding dress at the boutique down the street before heading home again*
From: [info]mablung Date: 06/11/2007 11:44:41  

*raises his fist to "knock" again when the door opens*

*brightly* Hi. Hello. Celegorm, son of Fëanor?
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 06/11/2007 11:46:24  

*rubs his eyes wearily* Who wants to know?
From: [info]mablung Date: 06/11/2007 11:51:46  

*digs around in pockets until he comes up with his badge* Mablung, Captain of Doriath. 'fraid you're under arrest. Shit. I left the cuffs at the office.

*looks past you into the suite and wonders whether he should call for backup* *or just the handcuffs*
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 06/11/2007 11:53:55  

Arrested? *irritably* On what charge? I really don't have time for this nonsense.
From: [info]mablung Date: 06/11/2007 12:05:20  

*consults a memo pad* Unlawful carnal relations with an underage, intoxicated...oh, sorry, that's me. *flips a page* First-degree murder of Dior Eluchil, former King of Doriath. First-degree murder of Nimloth, former Queen of Doriath. Second-degree murder of Eluréd, former Prince of Doriath. Second-degree murder of Elurín, former Prince of Doriath.

*pauses and skims further* There's a whole lot more if you're really interested.
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 06/11/2007 12:07:57  

*curtly* I did my time in Mandos for all of that and more. Now if you don't mind, I need to get some sleep.

*moves to slam the door in your face*
From: [info]mablung Date: 06/11/2007 12:14:01  

*sticks his foot in the door before it can close*

I can roll with that, but Elu's not really likely to, see? And when somebody gives us a tip that says a known criminal is planning something big in my city, I kinda have to do something about it. *almost unconcernedly* It's my job. Eöl may be a bit of a nutjob but he is the boss's cousin's daughter's best friend's uncle's former roommate or something.
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 06/11/2007 12:17:41  

*hears one word and pulls the door open immediately*

Eöl?? What has he to do with anything?
From: [info]mablung Date: 06/11/2007 12:26:39  

*shoots you a curious look* It was his tip. He said he saw you— *consults his notepad again* —three hours ago in the Rose. Said you bought him a drink.

*weighing the options* Something tells me you're not going to come quietly, am I right? So the way I see it is, we can drop the gloves right here or you can get the fuck out of Dodge and not come back. Seeing as you're too pretty to work over and I'm way too pretty to take a beating—not to mention slightly hungover—I vote for Door Number Two.
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 06/11/2007 12:37:25  

*hears his cell phone beep and pulls it out*

*reads a text message from his informant:*

Nan Elmoth. 3 mi on Eastern Rd, R on Shady Ln, 1/4 mi on R.

*retrieves his still-packed bag from the bedroom and pushes past you into the hall, driven by fast-growing fury* I'm already gone.
From: [info]mablung Date: 06/11/2007 12:40:13  

*watches your ass as you storm off* *scratches his head in puzzlement*

*had no idea he was so intimidating!*
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