“It’s a frustrating thing about these places at times…” He responded with a frown, “On the one hand, I alway tried to be happy that they got to go home— the ones that wanted to anyway… On the other it was difficult to suddenly find them gone.” His frown deepened a little, “And now that I’m here, I confess I wonder how many of those I knew ended up somewhere other than their world as well.”
A small, curious little hum escaped him at the way Jagger had phrased his response on the offer. “I can’t deny that killing would be a good way to bring a detective around. We are drawn to murders.” A morbid bit of humour perhaps, or it was simply hard to not point that out. “But uh— An invitation would suffice in this case.” He added wryly, “I would be glad to join you and offer what help I might. Even if this world seems entirely different from my last so far, I’m sure I can make myself useful once in a while.”
He turned in one direction after a glance at the map, took a step or two, before turning the other way a moment later, as if realizing an error in his choice. “I could use the extra work to keep me busy, I’m not fond of being idle. So far I’ve only found some part-time work at a flower shop and it hasn’t opened yet.”
The detective winced a little at Jagger’s explanation. “That sounds frustrating to be honest, unsurprising but… Annoying.” He had a hard enough time explaining his thought process to some of the others at his old station house, let alone having to explain something as unreal sounding as magic.
Though Llewellyn couldn’t help but smile a little as the man continued to explain his ability. ‘Psychic fingerprints,’ Murdoch would be skeptical and fascinated simultaneously if he were here to hear that, he imagined. “I see… So that’s why you wear gloves, I presume?” He responded a moment later, eyes darting to Jagger’s hands again. “I can’t imagine I’d want to accidentally get caught off guard by just touching something.” A pause, “… At least I hope that’s why you wear gloves, I didn’t accidentally give you a start with that handshake, did I?”
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A small, curious little hum escaped him at the way Jagger had phrased his response on the offer. “I can’t deny that killing would be a good way to bring a detective around. We are drawn to murders.” A morbid bit of humour perhaps, or it was simply hard to not point that out. “But uh— An invitation would suffice in this case.” He added wryly, “I would be glad to join you and offer what help I might. Even if this world seems entirely different from my last so far, I’m sure I can make myself useful once in a while.”
He turned in one direction after a glance at the map, took a step or two, before turning the other way a moment later, as if realizing an error in his choice. “I could use the extra work to keep me busy, I’m not fond of being idle. So far I’ve only found some part-time work at a flower shop and it hasn’t opened yet.”
The detective winced a little at Jagger’s explanation. “That sounds frustrating to be honest, unsurprising but… Annoying.” He had a hard enough time explaining his thought process to some of the others at his old station house, let alone having to explain something as unreal sounding as magic.
Though Llewellyn couldn’t help but smile a little as the man continued to explain his ability. ‘Psychic fingerprints,’ Murdoch would be skeptical and fascinated simultaneously if he were here to hear that, he imagined. “I see… So that’s why you wear gloves, I presume?” He responded a moment later, eyes darting to Jagger’s hands again. “I can’t imagine I’d want to accidentally get caught off guard by just touching something.” A pause, “… At least I hope that’s why you wear gloves, I didn’t accidentally give you a start with that handshake, did I?”