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[detectiveofmysteries]

@silverbulletofthefbi (Continued from here)

[text] thanks for the warning

[text] how long will it take to make?

[zeromakessandwiches]

@silverbulletofthefbi

“I look like I care?” Bourbon raised an eyebrow.

Before Rye could answer, he shoved a plate of his delicious ham sandwiches (with special mayo) at him.

“Here, as a peace offering.”

[rpshoutouts-galore]

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[moonlight-kaitou]

". . .I was wondering if you'd been shot. Good to see you're in one piece, though some gem owners might not be so keen on your return."

“Well, it’s awfully rare that a thief’s arrival is welcomed. But, no, rest assured there’s no chance I’m going to be checking out quite that early.”

[axroomfulxofxmuses-archive]

silverbulletofthefbi replied to your post: [I think I have a lead on that case.]

[Some witnesses claim to have seen someone in bloody clothes who fled from them. Ran in the direction of some warehouses a bit south of the building during the eclipse.]

[text] Oh?

[text] It might be worth checking to see if there’s anything there, if you haven’t already done so.

(Though, Masumi would likely go look herself anyways, even if the place had already been searched.)

[littlebeikadetective]

Beautiful Cinnamon Roll Too Good For This World, Too Pure

you’ve flattered her; now she can’t stop smiling

[duskgathers]

silverbulletofthefbi:

“It’s nothing. Some idiot got a lucky shot in…” He leaned against the wall, pressing a hand to the bullet wound in his left shoulder. That would make things much harder.

“…Murderer is fleeing, but I am warning you not to follow them.”

     ‘ catching murderers is a job for a detective, mystery-san, and i am certainly no detective. ’ doesn’t mean that he didn’t get a picture of the attacker, so there was that, at least. 

      he knows the name of this person, of course ( okiya subaru, living in kudō shinichi aka edogawa conan’s house ), but it’d be best not to say the man’s real ( fake ? this close, kid can tell the man is wearing a disguise ) name just in case some more people who were unfriendly were around. 

      ‘ i have bandages, gauze, and equipment for stitches, if you have need of them, ’ kid offers. ‘ if you can’t trust me to stitch up your wound, allow me to bandage it to attempt to stem the blood flow. ’

@silverbulletofthefbi.

[huntressthewizard]

@silverbulletofthefbi

🌿➳             “Frankly wasn’t even aware that vampires were still around, let alone human-turned-vampires. Thought the legends said that Marceline killed ‘em all. You sure you’re in the right place?” Her head tilted, slightly, watching the undead creature cautiously for a moment... not realizing that she did not even have the right kind of blood that a vampire would want.  ➳🍃

[thievinggentleman]

@silverbulletofthefbi replied to this:

"Just an observation. Though I am curious, with what you've alluded to, Arsene."

    “Can’t leave my “first name” alone, can you?”  Lupin heaved a sigh before shrugging and slumping into his seat.  “Just for that, I’m makin’ you wait and see what happens.”

[ask-carmen-sandiego]

@silverbulletofthefbi from here: Meow

“Since when do I not?” Not much of an answer really. Truth be told even if he didn’t trust her she held no animosity toward him.

[detectiveofmysteries]

There might be some tea left out for her with a small bit of what looks like sugar. (It's not sugar, though, it's salt.)

Masumi completely trusted that that was sugar, and as such was disgusted and stunned to find that it was in fact salt she had put in her tea.

“You’re awful, you know that? I’ve been betrayed.” She might be joking around, but really, that was gross. 

[zeromakessandwiches]

In the ongoing prank war, Rye switched out all the mayonnaise with toothpaste. He left no note this time, but he thought it was fitting revenge for the glue in his hair.

Some evils can be forgiven; particularly if the perpetrator knows not what they have done, or if the victim was at all forgiving.

Bourbon was no such sweet summer-child; he stumbled into the kitchen, vision blurred, running on four hours of sleep and knew something sacrilegious had taken place over night.

Icy blues narrowed, his gaze searching the kitchen; Bourbon found himself waking up rather quickly.

To the layman’s eye, it wasn’t immediately obvious something was amiss, but Bourbon hadn’t allowed himself to grow that lax in a long time. (ie since FUCKING Rye, may the asshole step on dozens of LEGOs while barefoot, sent him the confetti monstrosity).

The pantry door was cracked open the tiniest bit; whoever had been in his kitchen was either A) a complete moron and a terrible assassin, or B) FUCKING Rye with another terribly lame amateur prank that he needed Bourbon to notice now. Both were options a reluctantly awake Bourbon despised.

He was locked in a stare down with the pantry door; the ominous music in his head intensifying with each second that passed.

Moving with the speed of an offended rattlesnake, he struck, grabbing the door handle and exposing the pantry for all to see, then cringing back, expecting the door to be rigged.

It was not, an unexpected but pleasant surprise for Bourbon, who still found bits of confetti in odd places when at home.

If not booby trapped, then what did Rye do? Bourbon peered anxiously at the various condiments and cans; nothing immediately stood out.

“it’s too early for this shit.”

It took careful, close examination of the contents of the pantry before Bourbon noticed the jar of mayonnaise had been opened.

FUCKING Rye had tainted his mayonnaise, then not even bothered to refrigerate it? What an asshole.  Bourbon decided then and there; he was going to feed Rye whatever abomination currently resided in his mayo.

A headache building between his temples, Bourbon opened the jar of mayo. Nothing happened; he brought the jar to his face for inspection. 

The strong minty scent wafting upward from the open container gave Bourbon a good idea of what had happened to his mayo, a finger swirl in the sludgy substance confirmed it.

Toothpaste. Oh joy. Now to figure out how to feed this whole jar to Rye without him realizing.

[kuroba-k]

Continuation of x with @silverbulletofthefbi

“I’m seventeen, I am wearing my school uniform and maybe I’m not short, but you’re still bigger than me.” He drawled, while he easily stepped over a large rock in near darkness that he didn’t even seem to have looked at.

“Shouldn’t I be the one worried?” And with that he casually ducked to walk under a sign jutting out of the wall.

This wasn’t quite what he had planned when he had stepped on the subway. But here he was, the train having stopped for no apparent reason a few hundred meters back now, with all electrical operations dead. No phone reception either, the train driver apparently scared of the dark. He’d volounteered to get out and walk back to either the station or a service exit, whatever came first so he could inform someone, but that weird guy had to want to come along as well. Who had a flashlight on themselves in every day life? He didn’t quite seem like police... but something was off about this guy for sure.

[axroomfulxofxmuses-archive]

😷

Meme: Send 😷 for a starter where my muse is sick

Masumi was generally rather stubborn, which led to her refusal to just lie down and rest when she managed to get sick. If anything, she seemed to be trying to keep going through it, which was probably not a great idea all things considered. It certainly wasn’t making things any easier for her when she broke down into a chain of sneezes out of seemingly nowhere.

(Well, not quite out of nowhere. She’d been struggling to downplay her illness all day despite how under the weather she felt.)

[queenoflace-blog1]

@silverbulletofthefbi (for starter call)

It was easy to locate where Kudo Shinichi lived (or used to live), after the raging media storm that was that one Kyoto murder case.  But it was investigating she’d felt hesitant about.  If Kudo Shinichi was part of the syndicate and still monitoring the house, she could be found out in a flash.  On the other hand, she didn’t have many leads.

So she’d made up her mind to go on her weekly grocery run sans lolita outfit (but not sans her baby face) and pass by the house on the way home.  Yuzuki wasn’t planning on knocking on the door.  She wasn’t stupid.  But there was nothing weird about a girl that looked to be in high school staring a little bit at a celebrity’s house, was there?

Also, her physical condition was terrible as always, and she’d bought so many snacks that she had to set them down periodically on the way home.  So she timed one of her rest breaks to be right in front.

Yuzuki peered at the house that was helpfully labeled with his name in front.  A big Western-style house, from the looks of it.  Wasn’t there supposed to have been a freeloader in the house that answered an intercom...?  Was that person connected to any of this...?

[duskgathers]

@silverbulletofthefbi.

        ‘ i’m here for a consult -- my name is dr. martha jones. i’ve been told that there’s something... weird about your case, and, oh, don’t worry, i’ve got a nifty little thing that keeps anyone from overhearing. so, if you would please. ’