Long story short, name's Eddie Valiant, private investigator who lives in LA, California.
I'm not normally a "people"-kinda guy...but I'll talk if ya want talkin'.
((Indie RP account for Eddie Valiant from Who Framed Roger Rabbit? Willing and ready to RP with anyone! And that means an RP blog, not as pseudo-RP that's actually a personal.))
((And I also don't do heavy smutting, so this blog is SFW for the most part.))
Okay, start talking. I don’t ‘ave all day, ya know.
“Ah-huh! You seem really honest with how you speak and carry yourself. And you seem like a man who finishes his food when he eats. Ah, my friend Umika-chan, she was the one who told me that there’s a basic rule to life. The bad people are the ones who waste their food. Those are the people who never finish anything in life.”
She happily chirped as the detective once more seemed to lapse into silence after reiterating her prior statement to him being trustworthy. She could tell from his posture and the intonation of his voice that he was a very serious man who likely took his job just as seriously. There was something in those near impenetrable eyes that told her that inside there may be more, but it was not her place as a teenager to question the older gentleman. She would only do so if it came up in conversation somehow. After a minute or two of silence he questioned her loss. She hung her head and nodded in affirmation.
“I did. Two died due to the natural course of where our specific lives tend to lead. One died because she could not cope with the loss and could not bear to hurt someone she cared about, even when they did turn. One was lost in self-defense and the other two died protecting me.”
Her voice became hollow as she recounted it. Her eyes reflected the sorrow she felt and the many tears she had shed over the matter. She shook her head dismissively at Detective Valiant and forged a broken smile.
“Thank you Valiant-san. You’re right though it wasn’t easy and still is not. I couldn’t bare to live at home as each room was just a reminder of each friend I lost. Sadly though I don’t actually. My grandmother passed away. I was in her care at a young age since my parents were lost in train accident.”
“A—As for Sayaka-chan ..n-no .. she’s just an ally.. one who’s gem as gotten to the point of being defiled that she does not think rationally .. and because of the fact that I’m different… she went out of her way to make me feel that way.. and was going to kill me because of it. A—as for a soul gem. Let me just show you mine..”
As many times before she plucked her left bell earring off. As she did so its form began to change and resemble an onyx colored Faberge egg. Inside of it a unique light pulsed as a few dark swirls ebbed and flowed inside.
“This is my soul gem. The source of a magical girls’ power.”
Ah, I see. Must be some sorta proverb, or aphorism…whatevah’ the heck they’re called nowadays. Th…thanks, Ms. Kazumi…
-For a second there, Eddie thought that Kazumi was simply making fun of his physical shape. But in the end, he knew that she meant no harm and was being quite sincere on the matter. Perhaps twas the fact that it was quite strange being treated with such respect; detectives weren’t exactly looked highly upon in the 1940s where they were prime targets by mobsters, speakeasies and the like.-
Hmm…
-The man hummed to himself in thought of the various tragedies that have occurred around Kazumi. Of course, his face showed nothing but a sense of stolidness, though deep down, he still harbored that inner sentimentality for the girl. What got him the most through was the fact that people died due to protecting Kazumi herself. In turn, Teddy did save Eddie from the incident in Toontown those very years ago. In spite of being seemingly stoic, he still nodded his head in acknowledgment.-
S’ no problem, I guess. But…don’t tell me yer living alone now? Or have nowhere to stay? Cause if that’s case, I…well…may be able tah’ help ya there. Local orphanage’s down the street fer kids and the like. Even a soup kitchen’s round’ the area as well…
-Though why was he being more or less open than usual? Eddie didn’t see it himself, but there was obviously an emotional connection of pity that he was developing between Kazumi, in spite of how old he is and supposedly hard boiled he needs to be. But not everyone has to have one side of the story, right? In any case, Valiant proceeded to examine this so-called “soul gem” that the girl presented to him.-
Looks like a prize from an Easter Egg Hunt. Huh…
…what’s the whole thing behind this “magical girl” business? You a performer at a local speakeasy or something?
“… Murder?”
Cartoons could murder? First she learns of their existence, and now they can murder too, great. Barbara wasn’t already creeped out by the fact that colorful characters were running around the place, but now they were characters running around with knives and guns!
“Some toon decides to drop a piano on us…”
Oh, well, no guns or knives then.
She leaned over and looked in the small notebook, a brow ascending up her forehead. Barbara didn’t see the importance of such a thing — of course, murder was wrong, but Eddie was alright — until she heard of whom died and her face grew pale. The brunette would’ve loved to tell Eddie that she could probably find his brother and give him a message, but then he would know.
The late bride nodded, curly locks bouncing. “Yes, I see now. And I promise that I’ll be extra careful if I ever run into one.” She placed a hand on his shoulder, forgetting how cold she was. “… I am quite sorry for your loss, Mister Valiant.”
…s’ okay, ma’am. Just promise me that you’ll be careful. It’s a damn, dangerous world out there with em’ loose screws.
-In spite of Barbara’s comforting, almost motherly like nature around him, Eddie didn’t pay any real mind; of course, he was still too cold and stolid around anyone else to actually exhibit any true emotion. Perhaps it was because the poor guy believed that he would bring nothing but trouble to other people? But speaking of “too cold”, the detective’s eyebrows suddenly flinched upon contact with the lady.-
…!
Holy smokes, yer hand’s cold!
-Normally, Eddie would step back in surprise, however, his suspicions were only heightened. Twas a deathly chill that seemed to emit from Mrs. Maitland, and it was a detail that the aging detective wouldn’t let go unnoticed. Furrowing his eyebrows, Valiant gazed upon the woman with intent.-
Missus, are you sure yer okay? Something didn’t seem right there. Geez louise, it’s like workin’ with the forensics on the autopsy report!
Or gal, whatever.
She slammed back down, into the sewers, giving the cap an obviously clang. she crawled through the mucky tubes, throwing a stone right before going left.
Looks like someone’s tryin’ to play games here…
-Eddie pursued the anonymous figure into the sewer. That laugh was already enough to tell him that whomever it was meant trouble. Unfortunately, the guy was pretty tubby when it came to crawling through the pipelines, but nevertheless, he kept going.-
‘Uh?
-He saw the stone tumbling its way towards him, but Valiant managed to stick to the side and let it cease movement. Afterwards, the detective continued on…-
He couldn’t help but chuckle at Eddie’s retort. The Jinjo king would’ve explained that he was literally a zombie for a brief moment in his life, but skip it - the detective might not be able to understand. Next topic: ‘Ah, well my modeling was, err… y’know, let’s skip that as well. You, yourself, look like you just hopped out of an old noir, so it may be past your time.’
It took him some time before he realised this Eddie fellow wasn’t in prime physical condition. ‘Indeed, you look exhausted there, sir. Those mad minds are getting to you that much, eh? I mean, what kind of cases do you work with?’
Yeah, I get that a lot too. As everyone just came from the future or whatever? Ah well. S’ best not tah’ ask and confuse the whole matter altogether.
-Indeed, Eddie’s been called old before, but now he found a completely different level of “old”. It didn’t help that toons in their own essence already bamboozled the man to no end. And it seems like the mun likes RP’ing as characters who are “outdated”. But the Crown before him showed no signs of intimidation, so Valiant supposed there was nothing much to worry about. At least, he hoped so.-
Hmph…ya don’t even know, yer Majesty.
-It almost seemed like a joke to him, ironically enough. But what did this innocent soul before Valiant know of the unstable toons the man has to work with on a daily basis?-
To put it quite simply, toon cases. Have tah’ work with and fer toons day in and day out. One would think it’s fun wit’ all the laughs you can get from em’, but I beg to differ. They’re nothing but a pile of scum ready to just…ruin yer day.
Once he stepped on the sewer cap, she pops up, giving him a lift to crash on the pavement. if he does step on the sewer cap. damn it felt hard to do that though.
“Hee Hee Heeeee~!”
Huh!?
-Eddie saw himself lose balance and practically stumble over himself. For a brief moment, the man felt as if he suddenly levitated into the air, that is, until finally registering that he wasn’t alone here. He did a double take to find the source of that eerie laughter.-
Alright, who’s the wise guy!?
((…I think you got the wrong account, Anon =////=;;))
A couple, actually. Picture this: Tom and Jerry accused of vandalism and Popeye pickin’ up scandals all ovah’ the place cause of that spinach of his. I could name more, but no time fer that.
Hmph…the worst has gotta be that one case in Toontown; the one where my brother had to take the brunt of everything…
Perhaps it wasn’t two years since everything happened, but Morgan’s memories of the gruesome event didn’t help. To her, it was like just everything had happened yesterday.
“… I’m s—sorry,” the blonde wailed, gripping the first bloody spike. She kept ignoring Rex’s pleas and curses and pulled — nothing but pulled. The room was instantly filled with screams, ranging from high-pitched moans from Morgan, and harsh grunts and curses from Rex.
God, that pain. The blood. It was squirting everywhere, if not from Morgan, then her abusive husband. It was bad enough pulling spikes out of her body, but just to imagine the pain that he was in. All the spikes had been pierced through his vital blood vessels. The terrified woman probably wasn’t even aware of what was happening. She just pulled and pulled, as if they were bandages. The voice kept ringing through her head…
“How many broken bones have you suffered at the hands of your husband? How many flesh wounds have you endured? With time, the bruises have healed, but your pain has not.”
It had been years since she had been pierced; years since that all happened… Years since the abuse stopped. But if her memories wouldn’t bother her enough, the fact that she bore a scar on her left arm, had eight holes through the majority of her flesh (six on her chest and stomach area, one on her right thigh, and one at her collarbone) only made the pain worse. And she still had no clue why or even how.
“Yes, it’s been quite some time. I don’t even know why they t—took me, I…” Her black orbs looked off and her breathing became the rapid breathing that she felt so many years ago. It was quiet, however, so it didn’t look like she was wheezing and gasping for air, it was more like something had just frightened her and she was trying to calm herself down.
“Morgan. Just Morgan.” The injured woman’s head hung down slightly, not speaking another word.
“Morgan”, eh? Just that? Hmm…
-First impressions were everything. Mannerisms and facial expressions could really reveal the inside-outs of an individual, and this woman seemed to be playing into it quite nicely as far as Valiant could tell. Twas a very standoffish demeanor the detective picked up from the unfamiliar face. For one thing, it seemed that she was merely shy in the face of strangers, considering her so few choice of words and lack of providing a last name. But Eddie could pick up a sense of negativity upon reflection; it’s as if she committed something harrowing, or someone else committed just as such on her.-
Well, take a seat, ma’am. It ain’t comfy standing round’, ‘specially when it can be darn cold in this lil’ office.
-Valiant motioned towards a dusty, wooden chair in front of his desk.-
Want a drink too? Water? Whiskey? S’ all I got, I’m afraid. Economy’s still trying to reboot ever since the Depression.
-Eddie took out a bottle for his own usage; it became a routinely matter, actually.-
So tell me, what’s this about “taking you”? Who’s “they”? I ain’t getting that much leeway if these details are kept vague…