Murphy's Detective
Chicken banana curry

thelivingred:

To be honest, he’s impressed with the variety of food she brought, and he shows it with a drawn-out whistle before flashing her a white grin, reaching to tap off some cigarette ashes to the ground.

"Well," he starts, good humor in his tone as he is such affected by her presence and general mood and the promise of that good food sitting there, "I’m fine. I mean, the default is apathy but sometimes there’s manic spells of goods spirits for the sake of it, other times I wish I was dead. Do they make pills for that?" he japes, despite the sincerity of this, bringing the cigarette back to his mouth since he’s intent on finishing it before eating. "You?"

To be honest, as she always says, it’s not worth bothering with a picnic if you don’t get to have a choice of sandwiches worthy of a small cafe, and she is perfectly fine with cooking for hours to get that result. She fetches a classic red and white tablecloth from the bottom of the bag and sets the table while Yomiel finishes his cigarette.

"Wish I knew! But I’m doing fine. It’s getting better with time, the feeling that this is all real. I don’t even talk too much to Sissel anymore… I think we got the right dog, too, Lynne takes good care of him regardless. Buying Missile felt like a watershed moment."

Chicken banana curry

thelivingred:

"Hey!" he calls from around that cigarette, reaching to place the coffee reserved for her down on the table so he can take the damn cancer stick out of his mouth for a second. It’s necessary to finish the coffee toast by taking a drink of his own of course. More like a sip, it’s pretty damn hot and he’s relearned what hot beverages do over the last decade.

"Alive, yea—somehow. Imagine that?" Yomiel laughs faintly to himself, taking a seat at the table and immediately crossing one lanky leg over the other.

"Smells good, whatta we havin’?"

"Mozzarella chicken sandwich", Jowd says as she unpacks. "Chicken banana curry… sandwich, it’s yesterday’s leftovers. Spicy chicken with cilantro-lime mayo. BLT. Chicken and ketchup. Chicken and mango chutney!" From atop that veritable army of sandwiches, she shoots an amused look at her friend.

“‘Imagine that’! I do that every day and still find ways of being surprised. So! How has this life of yours been treating you?”

nationsbestdetective:

The Temsik shards?  Or the ghost powers?

Search me.  I’m guessing a certain avian loving gentleman in a lab coat might have some answers but I’m not about to press him for them.  Not while Cabanela is still happily running about with his new toy

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Let him have his fun.

The people who keep saying they like us!

I got schooled in ghost powers, it was a formative experience. It amounts to ‘a meteorite did it’ no matter how you look at it, but having a good grasp on its empirical workings can make or break a case. 

…I’m sure they’d be all about, ahem, ‘haaavin’ their fun’…

nationsbestdetective:

Who wouldn’t want to be friends with us?  

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…..

actually don’t answer that.

A better question is, where do they all keep coming from?

I shot myself in front of a man just to get my ghost powers and he is still inviting me out. 

dickjowd:

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My wife and a colleague. 

History loooves to repeat itself and I take it that Alma’s death wasn’t your doing.

The colleague bit is new.

nationsbestdetective:

Not that I am aware of.

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Got his hands on a temsik shard of his own.  Didn’t even have the courtesy to get hit by it.

Ha ha ha! That’s a disappointed face if I’ve ever seen one! I’ll tell you this, his method beats mine. But it did build friendship!

…I think.

nationsbestdetective:

might-as-well-laugh:

dickjowd:

we can conquer every ketchup and chicken store ever

Fun and profit, all in one! nationsbestdetective hop on, we’re out to break the law.

Is it too late to call shotgun?  If so, I get to pick the radio station.

Cabanelas are jerks who should not be trusted. You get to pick the radio station, dear.

The Jowd army.

The Jowd army.

dickjowd:

we can conquer every ketchup and chicken store ever

Fun and profit, all in one! nationsbestdetective hop on, we’re out to break the law.

nationsbestdetective:

Oh absolutely.  Mine has managed to get himself into all sorts of scrapes

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Got himself fired from the police force, got entangled with a vengeful ghost AND got his paws on some ghost trick powers of his own.  I swear we can’t leave him alone for five minutes.

That’s novel.

(look at that, wishing hard for someone’s demise seems to work. Thirteen years later and on the wrong person, but it works.)

Try stealing his coat next time, I hear it works like in that myth. …no Yomiels were harmed in the attainment of these ghost tricks, I hope?