<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/Richard_Lancaster_2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Rick Lancaster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283758.msg13963370#msg13963370)<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/>Rick managed to keep his mouth shut as everyone else added their two cents worth to the conversation. It was easily enough done with the Sidhe advertising hard about what she had to offer anyone who made the cut. Given how she was swinging the sword about, making the cit took on whole new dimensions. She was a challenge, he could see, but just because she was a walking source of excessive drooling, it didn't mean that he had to try and shag her. He didn't just fuck anyone, not after a few bad choices earlier in life, so he was choosy about who he fucked.<br/><br/>Still, there was no harm in enjoying a view that was free presented.<br/><br/>Rick made a mental note at the comment about the mortal who heard something that the Kithain had not, but was not able to safely act on it as others were still yabbering on about various things. Most of it was stuff he was going to ask, but it still rubbed him the wrong way that others asked them rather than him. He could tell that this was going to be a gabfest, and for the sake of the unity of the Team Cox, he would have to hang around through it all.<br/><br/>Rather than lose his temper and piss people off, an easy thing to do for a 'cap, he strolled over to where the body had been found. Even a casual look would reveal how much blood was there, and the amount he needed to know about was not something that he needed a CSI operative and kit to determine. If there was a lot of blood there, that was where she died, if not, then it was somewhere else. In that latter case, then he'd need someone who could do all that high tech wizardry.<br/><br/>Since the sluagh and the troll were going closer to the water's edge, along with the pooka and her dog, Rick decided that there were enough noses poking around there and turned back to the Count.<br/><br/>"Since you don't want to poking your nose into the Police station and the morgue, I'll do that for you. But I will need a letter of authorisation from you giving me, and those with me, legal permission to act on your behalf. Authorities get really shitty with people who don't have the proper permissions, and also tend to get even shittier when they get smacked about the head when trying to stop helpful folks being helpful. 'Sides, I can't tell those poor, boring arseholes that I am on a quest to avenge the lady, 'cause they'll try and lock me up, and no one wants to see<em>that</em>happen. Tell ya what, I can draw up the documents and all you need to do is sign them in the proper spot, and we can get Miss Public Indecency over there to sign as a witness and all will be good. I can have that done in... oh, a couple of hours.<br/><br/>"Oi, Josh, get over here for a moment, mate."<br/><br/>Rick's offsider walked over, and nodded to the Count, not know exactly who he was, but saw that he was the centre of attention, and someone who Rick was on good terms with. He gave Rick a questioning look, one that was returned with an evil looking grin.<br/><br/>"Josh, can you hear anything like singing right now?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bly...</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'll leave it to you to reply for Joshua as you whether he hears anything or not, and any detail you want to give. As for his perceptiveness, I think that Josh is a normal human.</div></div>