<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/Richard_Lancaster_2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Rick Lancaster<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>January 1st, 2018<br/><strong>Status:</strong>---<br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Anyone/Open<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><em>"Greetings, Mr. Lancaster. Thank you for coming. And I appreciate the blunt speaking at a time like this; I admit that I am having difficulty keeping the demeanor that benefits my new position, so someone of a more frank approach is welcome, though I am now no longer permitted to be...less personally mindful...of courtesies as I was once. I will brief you as soon as the others all arrive; I don't wish to repeat myself. It is painful enough to have to do this as it is. And thank you for the condolences, but I much prefer you using that weapon of yours on whoever is responsible."</em><br/><br/>"As far as I am concerned, do what you want. If you're not all poofy nobleman at this time, I understand and wont hold it against you." He gave a soft laugh at the mention of the bat. "Have no fears there. I plan on making sure that I hit the bastard for six when I finally find them."<br/><br/>When the first of the other champions arrived, Rick leaned to one side from the waist, openly admiring the treasures of the House of... which ever one she was a member of. If she was willing to show it all off like that, he would not insult her by<em>not</em>looking, and in being the polite soul he was, he would do it openly so she knew he was looking, and enjoying, and wondering how good that flesh would feel caught between his teeth.<br/><br/>"Yeah," he spoke softly, "I wouldn't mind having a nibble on<em>that</em>."<br/><br/>Rick paced about a small area, crushing the little patches of snow into a muddy paste while he waited for the others to arrive. He wanted to start asking questions right away, but he didn't want to piss off the main source of initial information. The others were not really a concern of his at the moment, as he had no idea who else had been contacted. At least there was some eye candy in the group, so it would make life a little better. Every now and again he cast appreciative glances over to the Sidhe as he continued to hold himself in check.<br/><br/>As each new arrival appeared, Rick took the time to look them over. Two pooka, one with a fucking huge dog (keep an eye on that one - the dog, not the pooka), a sluagh who was only a pair of eyes covered by clothing and finally a Troll.<br/><br/>The reaction to the arrival of the Troll, Sir Balthazar, was surprising. To Rick, it looked like a fan had just met their star, and...<br/><br/><em>'Well, fuck me. The Troll is a writer?! Hmmm, I'll need to get Dwayne to look into that.'</em><br/><br/><em>"But that...is six of you. Shall I start with the exact circumstances of my sister's death? From there, you could all ask me question. I...think that is how it should work? I have never been in this situation before. I'm at a loss about where to begin. Calla and I kept to ourselves to try to </em>avoid<em> trouble, and now she's </em>dead.<em>"</em><br/><br/>Rick also leapt from where he was working a major depression into the ground.<br/><br/>"Mate, trouble doesn't give a shit about how much you try to keep away from it. It will turn up like bloody Murphy's Law, only worse. But as for for your plan, that's a fucking brilliant idea. Tell us everything you can think of and everything you know. Also, I will need you permission to have a mate of mine have a look at the body, she's a doctor, so she will be able to tell us stuff from a medical point of view. I also have some other people who will be very good at finding out other stuff about what may be going on." Rick stuck the bat under his left arm, then he softly clapped his hands and rubbed them together. "Right, Your Lordship, start spillin' your guts."