so is yur char a bear first or a human first? or was he like born with both forms
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haa so tyrone doesn't really have a specific trigger does he? when it comes to turning into a bear?
brett's not super agile, i mean this is a BIG guy here but i guess he has long strides cuz he's a tall ********
but if tyrone turns into a bear i'm p sure brett would just stand his ground and trynna wrassle him LOLL
(my detective ain't the brightest bulb in the box)
damn man
i feel bad for det. roderick
brett's bein an a*****e to him and he's just fking take it lol
but srsly i keep imagining our boys in a badass cop drama with roderick bein the moral compass of the two hahaa
"Go and do my business, the man says," the captain snorted to himself. His business involved setting sail and heading towards the next port of call. He let out another sigh and headed towards the door when Tyrone's last comment drifted through the air towards him. He paused at the door, though by then, his back was firmly turned towards the bear of a man still making notes.
And then, the unexpected sound of a genuinely amused laugh. The old dog had an infectious bark of a laugh and he let it carry him out the door, his good mirth lasting well until he was out the police station. This seemed unusual enough for Tyrone's fellow officers to glance curiously at his departing back, and then back to the inquiry room where Tyrone no doubt still made notes.
(You've just gotten on his good side. He probably won't tell you why. Besides, it was probably by accident, and he doesn't want to ruin the moment.)
The captain visibly halted at the emphasis. Or was it the way the man's eyes had just...? No matter, he seemed to recover quickly and pushed the chair back as he stood. "I take it to mean that I am free to go now," he said slowly, his gaze carefully casual as he watched the detective. "I do still have people to phone to inform them of the.. unfortunate delay.." he grimaced at the words, but seemed to mean little else by them then the obvious before letting out a sigh.
"You know where to find us, and you have Fredrik Jornson's cellphone number aside from our satellite phone," The captain did not do modern technology very well, it seemed, and did not own a personal cellphone. The ship itself was about seventy years too old to be considered even remotely modern, but it had been upgraded with some modern technology and comforts, such as the aforementioned satellite phone.
"You already have my alibi on paper," the sailor says, his own eyes flinty, as he returns the hard look with one of his own. "I was on my ship, in the harbor, discussing what to do for dinner that evening. You can ask Jessep Tharnwe and Fredrik Jornson, chief mate and boatswain. Hell, we even had dinner port-side at this pub.. bar.. type deal called 'O'Malley Cat' or something." He barely refrains from breathing out the 'which you'd known had you read the report', but he manages. It's written plainly on his face for the other man to see regardless.
"Now, you want to talk to people who didn't like Ol' Jeremy, then you should probably talk to most people in that bar. He wasn't much liked, cause he's a stingy ********, but there's no man alive can't say he didn't uphold his end of a deal once struck. The fact that he'd do anything to sway them in his favour is certainly something people had an opinion on." He leaned back in the chair, looking pissed enough already, but trying to calm down about the inevitable waste of ******** time he was enjoying right now and let out a huge sigh.
"Nobody liked him. In fact, probably a whole lot of people right now, celebrating and raisin' a glass to his death. His daughter included. Maybe you should start digging around the family house for a bit, huh? See how hot they like it. Now, I take it I'm not allowed to leave port until this business has been cleared?" Which was just great, wasn't it? It wasn't as if he had a business to run, money to earn and people to pay, here. Just his bloody luck.
"I have post-it notes," the short fellow told him, tilting his head a little, indicating he was uncertain they were the same thing. "All over my notebooks." So far, they were mostly just making him reluctant to pick up the books to begin with.
"We do have tutors and studygroups," he nodded. "I'm in one for history, actually, but mostly it's just a bunch of kids that don't stop talking." Possibly about history. He squirmed a little on his seat as he added that, as a result, he didn't always go there. Too many people making too much noise in a secluded room just didn't hold the same appeal as it did for the others, it seemed. "The other ones are usually at times or days that I can't go."
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p cool stuff
haa so tyrone doesn't really have a specific trigger does he? when it comes to turning into a bear?
brett's not super agile, i mean this is a BIG guy here but i guess he has long strides cuz he's a tall ********
but if tyrone turns into a bear i'm p sure brett would just stand his ground and trynna wrassle him LOLL
(my detective ain't the brightest bulb in the box)
so he a grizzly ain't he wink rawr
haaa on the day that he snaps brett would prolly be fking S H O O K
like "wtf happened to my calm a** homie"
i feel bad for det. roderick
brett's bein an a*****e to him and he's just fking take it lol
but srsly i keep imagining our boys in a badass cop drama with roderick bein the moral compass of the two hahaa
And then, the unexpected sound of a genuinely amused laugh. The old dog had an infectious bark of a laugh and he let it carry him out the door, his good mirth lasting well until he was out the police station. This seemed unusual enough for Tyrone's fellow officers to glance curiously at his departing back, and then back to the inquiry room where Tyrone no doubt still made notes.
(You've just gotten on his good side. He probably won't tell you why. Besides, it was probably by accident, and he doesn't want to ruin the moment.)
"You know where to find us, and you have Fredrik Jornson's cellphone number aside from our satellite phone," The captain did not do modern technology very well, it seemed, and did not own a personal cellphone. The ship itself was about seventy years too old to be considered even remotely modern, but it had been upgraded with some modern technology and comforts, such as the aforementioned satellite phone.
"Now, you want to talk to people who didn't like Ol' Jeremy, then you should probably talk to most people in that bar. He wasn't much liked, cause he's a stingy ********, but there's no man alive can't say he didn't uphold his end of a deal once struck. The fact that he'd do anything to sway them in his favour is certainly something people had an opinion on." He leaned back in the chair, looking pissed enough already, but trying to calm down about the inevitable waste of ******** time he was enjoying right now and let out a huge sigh.
"Nobody liked him. In fact, probably a whole lot of people right now, celebrating and raisin' a glass to his death. His daughter included. Maybe you should start digging around the family house for a bit, huh? See how hot they like it. Now, I take it I'm not allowed to leave port until this business has been cleared?" Which was just great, wasn't it? It wasn't as if he had a business to run, money to earn and people to pay, here. Just his bloody luck.
"We do have tutors and studygroups," he nodded. "I'm in one for history, actually, but mostly it's just a bunch of kids that don't stop talking." Possibly about history. He squirmed a little on his seat as he added that, as a result, he didn't always go there. Too many people making too much noise in a secluded room just didn't hold the same appeal as it did for the others, it seemed. "The other ones are usually at times or days that I can't go."
[[ I hope so jfc that'd be adorable ]]