trant-heidelstam

[trant-heidelstam]

As Trant Heidelstam exits the precinct, a man in a mask comes from behind him and bashes him in the face with a fist, then grabs him in a headlock trying to drag him into a nearby alleyway.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - He grunts and immediately tries to reach up to touch his face after the punch, but is knocked off of his feet as he's headlocked and dragged. It happens too fast for him to properly react, and he's staggering while being pulled along for a few seconds before he finally begins trying to fight back. He's not confident in his ability to get out of this situation, *at all*. Though he's quite physically capable, he's never taken any sort of self defense training, and Lo Manthang stick fighting requires... well, sticks. But he tries anyway. He uses a fist to try beating down on the arm around his neck, hoping to get it to relent, and lets the rest of his body drop completely- ditching the staggering to fall limp. Dead weight is harder to drag. He's not sure where the perpetrator is trying to take him, but he knows that if he gets there, it likely won't mean anything good. After another moment, he opens his mouth to scream for help. He'd almost forgotten that he could use his voice this entire time. Blood starts to trickle down his face from his nose- it took the brunt of the impact to his face. (He doesn't think it's broken, at least, from what little he'd felt. He'd have to check again later. If there *is* a later.)

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TRANT HEIDELSTAM - He blinks and his brows furrow slightly as he takes a second to consider the rudimentary terms, then he shakes it off. "Mondial, by a long shot. Pale-related philosophies seem interesting, but I admit that I've neglected to look into them much- the philosophy and entroponetics itself seem very intertwined, and I'm not much of an entroponaut." He chuckles a little. He purses his lips slightly. "Why do you ask?"

A pair of freshly hired patrol officers walk up to Trant. The one with shorter hair is somewhat hiding behind the other one. He's nervous, but trying to hide it under annoyance.

"No es necesario. No necesitamos ayuda. Pare" he says in a quick annoyed huff to the one with longer hair.

He gets ignored.

"Hey. We got assigned to work under someone, but the name was crossed out, and someone wrote 'Dick motherfucking Mullen' instead" the longer haired one says with a bit of a grin forming from the knowledge this is freaking out his partner.

"Hey! Language. Sorry to bother you. I'm Daniel, this is Eli, and we can find our way, don't worry."

- a-pair-on-patrol

[I hope this is okay!]

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - He seems to hesitate, already a bit overwhelmed by the contradictory opinions, blinking a few times. “Oh, ah… no worries.” He offers his usual smile, friendly, if a bit nervous. “I believe ‘Dick Mullen’ would happen to be a… derogatory nickname for a Lieutenant Double-Yefreitor here. Harrier Du Bois, *head* of the… Major Crimes Unit, I believe.” He ponders it for a moment. “I only really know where his desk is. Right over… there, if my memory serves me correctly.” He points (in an attempt to be helpful, though the direction is vague because there are *plenty* of desks off in that direction) towards the supposed Lieutenant’s desk. “But he may not be there at the moment.” He looks back at the two men before seeming to realize something. “I’m… just a civilian consultant, though. Take what I say with a grain of salt.” He considers introducing himself and reaching a hand out to shake, but these two seem to be on a mission, and he wouldn’t want to impede them.

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The little sentient lizard sits on the back of trants cat like a knight on a noble street encouraging its destructive behaviour.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - He watches the lizard with caution, a bit worried that it might try to bite the cat as well, but decides to let it be when it only settles down on its back. As long as the reptile wasn't doing any harm, he wasn't going to bother it.

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I have a suspicion that this book is more of an advertisement for the author’s teaching than a true manual

Really? I hope you didn't pay for it, then!

[trant-heidelstam]

Well, I'd be lying if I said that you haven't caught my interest. Are there any locations that you frequently play at? Or a schedule with locations, or anything of the sort?

i noticed that you followed me and you really do not seem like the kind of freak who listens to my music (though i would be delighted if you did) so . may i ask why ?

-A

Aha, you caught me! I assume this is Abraham? You would be correct in the assumption that I'm unfamiliar with your music (though if you would like to inform me on sources I could listen to it on, I would love to give it a listen)! I actually got told about your account from an anonymous asker who told me that you'll "take any excuse to ramble about history, technology, or microbiology"! I, myself, am much the same way, so I followed in case I could think of anything I'd want to discuss. Hopefully you don't mind? I can unfollow if you'd rather keep it just to those who are fans of your music!

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TRANT HEIDELSTAM - His eyebrows knit together, and he accepts the vague retelling of events without pushing further on it. “Does anyone know who did it? This is a… a serious offense, if I’m not mistaken.” He was no lawyer, but assault of an officer sounded *pretty* bad to him. Something in his face softens at the mention of ‘rehab’. Concern now makes itself clear on Trant’s features. “That bad?” He has to stop himself halfway through glancing over Jean. “Are you comfortable with me… asking the extent of the injuries?” He doesn’t want to push too hard, but figures that he might as well ask. He’s curious, damn his soul, even if it might be too touchy a topic still. “If… not, that’s okay. I do apologize if I’m intruding too much.”

Somebody told me that you're in the hospital, did something happen? Are you alright?

JEAN VICQUEMARE - Glancing down to his phone on the bedside table, the officer narrowed his eye. A thick cloud of fog obscuring his vision. He sighs and send back a message to the best of his ability.

"Trant. I'm fine, really, I don't need coddling and I'll be back at work in a few days. - JV"

Thank god for automatic correction.

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TRANT HEIDELSTAM - His smile becomes a little less nervous, and there’s a slight glint in his eye- something unrecognizable- before he begins speaking again. “Well, I’m here to provide things such as educated opinions and relevant contextual information where requested.” His words are nearly practiced. He has said this many, *many* times before. A lot of people question his authorization to be where he is the first time he meets them. (Not that he can blame them, even *he* doubts the trust put on himself sometimes.) “Essentially, I’m here for… well, on-demand consultation for anything that needs it, so that the officers here don’t spend precious time trying to research a topic just to solve a dilemma, or figure out a clue. Since the RCM is a volunteer force, not every officer will be particularly well-versed in the means of history, philosophy, neurology, et cetera. I’m here to fill in those knowledge gaps.” He bows slightly, barely noticeable. “I also think that it’s a good thing to have an outsider’s perspective on things- someone not so desensitized to the kinds of things typically seen on the job. You know?” He tilts his head to the side just a bit, then starts again to add, “If any of that ever sounds like something you might need, or, might be interested in, just ask for Trant Heidelstam- or just ‘Special Consultant’; as far as I’m aware, I’m the only one here.”

A pair of freshly hired patrol officers walk up to Trant. The one with shorter hair is somewhat hiding behind the other one. He's nervous, but trying to hide it under annoyance.

"No es necesario. No necesitamos ayuda. Pare" he says in a quick annoyed huff to the one with longer hair.

He gets ignored.

"Hey. We got assigned to work under someone, but the name was crossed out, and someone wrote 'Dick motherfucking Mullen' instead" the longer haired one says with a bit of a grin forming from the knowledge this is freaking out his partner.

"Hey! Language. Sorry to bother you. I'm Daniel, this is Eli, and we can find our way, don't worry."

- a-pair-on-patrol

[I hope this is okay!]

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - He seems to hesitate, already a bit overwhelmed by the contradictory opinions, blinking a few times. “Oh, ah… no worries.” He offers his usual smile, friendly, if a bit nervous. “I believe ‘Dick Mullen’ would happen to be a… derogatory nickname for a Lieutenant Double-Yefreitor here. Harrier Du Bois, *head* of the… Major Crimes Unit, I believe.” He ponders it for a moment. “I only really know where his desk is. Right over… there, if my memory serves me correctly.” He points (in an attempt to be helpful, though the direction is vague because there are *plenty* of desks off in that direction) towards the supposed Lieutenant’s desk. “But he may not be there at the moment.” He looks back at the two men before seeming to realize something. “I’m… just a civilian consultant, though. Take what I say with a grain of salt.” He considers introducing himself and reaching a hand out to shake, but these two seem to be on a mission, and he wouldn’t want to impede them.

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That sounds like it'd be a very pleasant kind of music to listen to- why do you assume only 'freaks' listen to your music?

i noticed that you followed me and you really do not seem like the kind of freak who listens to my music (though i would be delighted if you did) so . may i ask why ?

-A

Aha, you caught me! I assume this is Abraham? You would be correct in the assumption that I'm unfamiliar with your music (though if you would like to inform me on sources I could listen to it on, I would love to give it a listen)! I actually got told about your account from an anonymous asker who told me that you'll "take any excuse to ramble about history, technology, or microbiology"! I, myself, am much the same way, so I followed in case I could think of anything I'd want to discuss. Hopefully you don't mind? I can unfollow if you'd rather keep it just to those who are fans of your music!

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supposedly one can knock their opponent to the floor with a leg in their groin from the position of sixth master (dagger, half lunge position, one hand upon the hilt the other on the blade as though half-swording, arms positioned upward to block a blow from above) in one movement

i do not believe this to be true. i believe that this book from six centuries ago is incorrect

I must say (though I'm not very familiar with fencing vocabulary), I'd have to side with you on that one. There's nothing you can use to push yourself or even just your leg up far enough to execute something like that. Someone must have gotten their facts wrong six centuries ago!

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The orange cat slowly rises from a nap stretching its wee paws. It sniffs trants desk and begins knocking things off it, however careful of the books and pictures because it has learned.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - He watches the young feline awaken and begin its (more controlled, now) path of destruction yet again. He chuckles a little but doesn't scold it now- most of what's hitting the floors is pens and other miscellaneous things Trant kept out on his desk. They won't really face much damage by hitting the floor, he just has to be more mindful when he stands not to step on anything. It's not ideal, but if it keeps the little beast's destruction under control, even just a bit, he's fine with putting up with it.

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The lizard returns holding a box of gum in its mouth and throws it at trants face.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - He puts his hands in front of his face to block it from hitting anything vital, then fumbles to catch it once it bounces off. He carefully grips it, then examines it. He looks back at the lizard in confusion.

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A pair of freshly hired patrol officers walk up to Trant. The one with shorter hair is somewhat hiding behind the other one. He's nervous, but trying to hide it under annoyance.

"No es necesario. No necesitamos ayuda. Pare" he says in a quick annoyed huff to the one with longer hair.

He gets ignored.

"Hey. We got assigned to work under someone, but the name was crossed out, and someone wrote 'Dick motherfucking Mullen' instead" the longer haired one says with a bit of a grin forming from the knowledge this is freaking out his partner.

"Hey! Language. Sorry to bother you. I'm Daniel, this is Eli, and we can find our way, don't worry."

- a-pair-on-patrol

[I hope this is okay!]

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - He seems to hesitate, already a bit overwhelmed by the contradictory opinions, blinking a few times. “Oh, ah… no worries.” He offers his usual smile, friendly, if a bit nervous. “I believe ‘Dick Mullen’ would happen to be a… derogatory nickname for a Lieutenant Double-Yefreitor here. Harrier Du Bois, *head* of the… Major Crimes Unit, I believe.” He ponders it for a moment. “I only really know where his desk is. Right over… there, if my memory serves me correctly.” He points (in an attempt to be helpful, though the direction is vague because there are *plenty* of desks off in that direction) towards the supposed Lieutenant’s desk. “But he may not be there at the moment.” He looks back at the two men before seeming to realize something. “I’m… just a civilian consultant, though. Take what I say with a grain of salt.” He considers introducing himself and reaching a hand out to shake, but these two seem to be on a mission, and he wouldn’t want to impede them.

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Ah, what kind of music do you play, genre-wise? If it can be described by a genre, anyway. Like a magpie? Beautiful expression! I think I’ll stick around, then. I’ll be sure to let you know if I can think of anything to discuss.

i noticed that you followed me and you really do not seem like the kind of freak who listens to my music (though i would be delighted if you did) so . may i ask why ?

-A

Aha, you caught me! I assume this is Abraham? You would be correct in the assumption that I'm unfamiliar with your music (though if you would like to inform me on sources I could listen to it on, I would love to give it a listen)! I actually got told about your account from an anonymous asker who told me that you'll "take any excuse to ramble about history, technology, or microbiology"! I, myself, am much the same way, so I followed in case I could think of anything I'd want to discuss. Hopefully you don't mind? I can unfollow if you'd rather keep it just to those who are fans of your music!

[trant-heidelstam]

i noticed that you followed me and you really do not seem like the kind of freak who listens to my music (though i would be delighted if you did) so . may i ask why ?

-A

Aha, you caught me! I assume this is Abraham? You would be correct in the assumption that I'm unfamiliar with your music (though if you would like to inform me on sources I could listen to it on, I would love to give it a listen)! I actually got told about your account from an anonymous asker who told me that you'll "take any excuse to ramble about history, technology, or microbiology"! I, myself, am much the same way, so I followed in case I could think of anything I'd want to discuss. Hopefully you don't mind? I can unfollow if you'd rather keep it just to those who are fans of your music!

[trant-heidelstam]

i hope everything’s okay!

Yes, everything's alright! Just can't be at 100% all the time. Everyone has bad days now and then. Thank you, though!

[trant-heidelstam]

hello mr heidelstam i offer you this image of my dog

Hello! Very cute dog! What's its name?

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The tiny lizard hisses angrily when coffee is thrown onto it. It wiggles over to trant and bites his ankle hard, gives him a middle finger, and skitteres away.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - He kicks his leg a little as the lizard latches on, and pulls his legs up toward himself when it detaches and skitters away, missing the vulgar gesture. He rubs his ankle. He doesn't bother to check for wounds because even if it *had* bitten through his sock, the marks left by its teeth would likely be smaller than pinpricks.