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Better Late Than Never

Characters: Jamie and Fuu
Location: Fuu's House and hopefully the Library
Time: Backdated to July 2nd, after Ichijou's message.
Summary: There's still investigating to be done, and Jamie needs to track down Fuu to do so.
Warnings: Possible discussion of death?

Seeing the man's video message about checking in with people reminds Jamie that he's been a bit lax about getting in touch with Fuu and checking out the Library. Between her own investigations and his trying to figure out how to get his notes from his side-trip to the Sheriff's office on the CAT's network, he's lost track of time.

He should have tried to contact her through the device, probably, but the Scot's still not entirely comfortable with using the thing. So, he decides to head over to her townhouse first - if for some reason she's not there, then he'll give the CAT a go. Leaning the bicycle up against the door - fortunately, he's learned the trick of riding it while in a kilt - he knocks on her door.

"Fuu? Are ye about?"

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"I didn't see who got me, but... I didn't see who got Miss Ardes either. I... I think it is very possible."

She pauses uncomfortably, not wanting to voice what thought lead from that - if the murderer could not be seen, and had even caught her right under Hawk's eye, how could they possibly keep each other safe?

Part of him had been hoping - rather strongly - he had jumped to the wrong conclusion, but Fuu's reaction is making him think that he's onto something. However, while it's not an idea he likes, he's also not about to sit around and do nothing. He's not afraid of the man, murderer or not.

Taking a breath, he straightens, a determined look appearing on his face. "All the more reason we need to find who it is." Turning slightly, he reaches over to place a hand over Fuu's reassuringly. "Don't worry, Fuu. I'll not let him harm ye again."

Blushing as he places his hand over hers, Fuu nods hesitantly. She doesn't want him to be put in danger's way for her sake. But then... although no one is safe in this town, they still have to do their best to keep one another safe.

Looking up at him with a bit more determination, she nods again.

"Thank you. You're right, we have to find out who it is, and why they are doing this."

Once he sees that determination echoed (at least a little) on Fuu's face, he removes his hand and stands up from the couch. While they could continue to sit there and try and figure out what the nails and that bitty symbol mean, it means that much more time that the murderer has to try and hurt other people.

Even though it's dangerous to go, it's dangerous for the others if they stay. And, in general, Jamie prefers to be doing something rather than sitting about.

"Right. So are ye ready to go, then?"

Taking a breath she stood as well.

"Yes, I think so." She'd spent enough time here wondering about what it all meant and worrying about what to do next. Now she needed to continue forward, find clues, and help keep everyone safe. And Jamie had helped her remember that. She gave him a grateful smile.

"Thank you for talking with me."

[[ooc: I guess we ought to hand-wave them going to the library? ^.^o]]

Jamie gives her a smile in return. "You're my friend, Fuu. There's no need to thank me for that."

Or for opening the door for her either, which he does - but he does step outside first to make sure there isn't anyone in sight before he motions that it's alright to come outside. Only then does he start to head for the library, keeping alert for any signs of the murderer on the way.

((OOC: I wouldn't mind playing it out if you'd like, although I do have that mini-hiatus in a couple of days. I'd definitely pick it up when I got back, but if you'd prefer to fade out and handwave the rest because of that, that's fine too. Either or is good with me.))

She smiles a bit more brightly at him for that. And blushes. She's not had many friends who were boys.

She does thank him for holding the door open too.

Watching Mister McCrimmon skilfully ride his bike while wearing his kilt, Fuu couldn't help but grin a little. She could appreciate what a trick that was.
Picking up on his alertness, and a bit paranoid herself about the murderer being out there, she also kept a keen eye out as they rode towards the library.

As they came around the corner of the building she said, "I'd like to check the sundial before going inside, if that's all right?"

[[No worries! Let's do it. I'm glad you'd like to still play it out! On we go~
And so I don't have to go hunting for the link, here are the clues (http://luministi.livejournal.com/33805.html?thread=2158605#t2158605).]]

It's taken him a bit, but he's definitely picked up on how to adjust the kilt so he can actually ride the bike both safely...and modestly. The actual bike riding part itself was a lot trickier, and he's still a little wobbly at times. Today, however, is a good day, and he's able to get to the library without incident.

Leaning the bike against the wall, he glances around again before nodding. That seems like a good idea, actually, and he's certainly willing to go along with it.

"Aye. Looks clear enough at the moment. I think we can take a wee peek there first."

He starts to head that way once Fuu does, but he stays on alert - just in case there's any unexpected company.

Walking up to the sundial with the huge Neptune statue, her face became more grave.

"This statue has been weird for a long time," she said, going to look at the place where the antidote had been hidden.

"I don't know if I mentioned, but it seemed to move in the lightning when we had that odd personal weather bubble last time."

She didn't know what she was expecting to find, but she didn't see anything much. The topiary dog's eye that she'd given to Nurse Hope to open the secret compartment was still there, however. Pulling it out she rolled it thoughtfully on her palm.

"Move?" The weather bubble he remembers her mentioning, but he can't quite recall if she had covered the statue moving as well. "Are ye sure it wasn't some trick of the light?"

It seems it would take a lot to get a statue to move, since as far as he knows they're not supposed to. And besides, even if it could, what would it do?

He looks up at Neptune with a rather skeptical expression, only barely noticing Fuu's retrieval of the eye. Something about the hands on the statue has caught his attention instead.

"Well, at any rate, someone should take better care of it, maybe. It looks like bits of it have been flaking off."

Edited 2011-08-11 07:01 (UTC)

"I'm pretty sure," she answered. It had been storming something fierce and it had only been when the lighting came, but she was pretty sure.

Looking up in interest at his comment, she followed his gaze to the hands.

"They always take good care of things here. Let's see-" Getting as close as she could, she peered up (way up? (http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t114/vampwrite/Luministi%20Stuff/Sundial15byflickrtim_johnson.png)) at the hands of the statue.

"Mmm? That's strange."

Sure, he has to crane his head to get a good look, but it helps that there are some of those greenish bits on the ground beneath the statue.

He reaches down to pick one up, turning it over in his fingers thoughtfully. "I wonder why they've not noticed it, then, if they're so keen on cleaning things up. Unless it's something more recent."

Fuu looks down with interest at the flakes on the ground, then back up at the statue.

"Mmm. Could be recent - at least, since the normal townspeople went. Which means it's even more unusual, because then who was doing this? Well, if someone was doing something to make it flake, we should try too! Do you think you could boost me up a bit?"

If she's right and that's the case, unusual is certainly one way to describe it. "Aye, and why would they be trying to do anything to the statue in the first place?"

It doesn't make much sense to him, but maybe if Fuu is able to get a closer look she'll see something that they can't up there. She doesn't look to be too heavy, so he's confident he can lift her if need be - but he's not entirely certain which way she'd prefer to do things.

"I should be able to. Do ye want me to lift ye or do ye want to try and get on my shoulders instead?"

[She blushes a little - it was a bit forward of her to ask to be lifted, wasn't it - but she looks up and considers it.]

I think it will be enough if you lift me straight up - if I'm not too heavy. I have no idea why they would do anything to the statue, but we'll be ahead if we can find out.

[So she stands straight and thinks light thoughts, ready for Jamie to lift her. (Good thing she's wearing the long dress...)]

"A wee thing like yourself? Aye, that'll be easy," Jamie replies, confidently.

Slipping his hands around her waist, he takes a deep breath, then lifts her up. While he's not the most muscular of people, she's light enough that he can boost her a bit.

Hopefully that'll give her enough height that she can get a better look - at least, for as long as his arms hold out. He glances up as well, seemingly more interested in the statue than whatever dress she happens to be wearing right now.

"Do ye see anything?"

Being lifted, she can investigate where the metal was flaking quite well. She quickly runs her fingers over the spots.

"It's rather weird. It's almost like... someone..." Spacing out her hands over two particularly worn spots, she frowns. "It's almost like someone was pulling on this?"

And Fuu promptly tries pulling on the trident herself. (Oops, might have wanted to warn Jamie before doing that? Her weight shifts and bits of corroded copper drift down, but nothing else happens.)

"Like someone was -- hey!" Warning Jamie would have been a a good idea, as he nearly loses his grip when she shifts like that. Fortunately, instinct kicks in, and he quickly adjusts before anything untoward can happen.

"Would ye mind giving me some warning next time ye go and so something like that?" he grumbles, mouth pulling off to one side as bits of copper rain down on him.

Something about the situation seems very familiar, though. Almost as if he's been through it - or something like it - before, which is ridiculous, really. After all, he's the son of a piper, and not prone to having to hold on to someone as they try and make some adjustments to something or other.

...Right?

"Look, Fuu, why don't we try moving it from the trident at the bottom and see if that doesn't work instead? Or, I suppose I could try and climb up and make my way down the arms..."

"Oh! Oh! I'm sorry, Mister McCrimmon!"

She looks down to see his head speckled with copper. Oops. And it felt like he'd nearly dropped her. That'd have been a bigger oops.

"That's a good idea. I don't see any other spots that have been rubbed off from here though, so you probably don't need to climb up."

She puts her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as he lets her down.

"Thank you for the lift!"

"Aye, well, it's no bother," he says, making sure to gently set her down before turning his attention to his hair. Bending forward slightly, he runs his hands through his hair, sending a rain of greenish bits down to the ground.

That should have gotten most of them, but he brushes his hand over his head again just to make sure. It leaves him a bit rumpled looking, but more or less copper free.

Glancing up at the statue again, he thinks it's just as well. Not only would it be a bit tricky to go out over the arms, he'd have to warn her about the kilt...and he rather suspects that given her earlier reactions, she'd be more than a bit red-faced over the situation.

Rubbing his hands against his kilt to clean them of any stray copper, he moves over towards the base of the trident. "Right. Let's take a look down here, then."

While he's brushing out his hear Fuu looks over the statue again as well. At his suggestion she nods agreeably.

"Let's see. Does it look like it's been moved or anything?"

"I'll check," he replies, then lapses into silence while he studies where the tines of the trident meet the stone of the sundial.

As he looks, a faint frown appears on his face, and after inspecting it, he shakes his head. "Aye, well, if anyone tried, I'd not say they were successful. Looks like it hasn't budged."

Hands clasped behind her, she looks down at the trident with a slight frown, then looks back up its length.

"This is so weird... But then, little around here is normal!" With a sudden bright smile she turns back to him. "Shall we see what else we can find, Mister McCrimmon?"

"So I've noticed," Jamie comments, with a tiny pull of his mouth off to one side. The expression is gone rather quickly, however, and when Fuu turns back to him he looks the same as ever.

Well, that is, until she uses his last name again, and his brow knits for a second or two. She's been doing that an awful lot, and there's no reason for her to do so, in his opinion.

"Look, Fuu, ye don't have to keep calling me Mr. McCrimmon. We're friends, aye? Jamie's fine." He gives her a encouraging smile. "Now, let's go see what there is. Into the library, ye think?"

Edited 2011-08-31 06:42 (UTC)

"Eh-" At his request she blinked in surprise, then held out a hand silently imploring him to wait from going.

"Sorry, but, are you certain that is all right? I just feel that it would be impolite of me to address you so casually."

Catching a glimpse of the hand out of the corner of his eye, he stops, and turns to look back at Fuu in mild confusion.

"Why wouldn't it be? We are friends, aren't we?"

It doesn't make sense to him. Why would friends be that formal with each other? Unless...it's something having to do with the way things are where she's from.

"I mean," he says, sounding slightly uncertain, "Ye don't call your friends by their last names where you're from, do ye?"

"It depends how the relationship is! I... suppose it is a bit complicated? I'm sorry, I haven't had many foreign friends before!"

"I'm not foreign, I'm...och, never mind." He guesses with people being from all sorts of different places, where he's from specifically doesn't really matter that much.

However, he would prefer if she called him by his first name. Mr. McCrimmon seems...off somehow. He can't really place his finger on what that's bothering him, though.

"I really would like it if ye called me Jamie, though. Would ye be willing to at least try?"

Fuu blinks at him, then nods shyly. She... has come to call Hawk and Xion by their first names, but they are closer in age to her - she is probably a good five years younger than him.

But, she would try to remember to call Mister McCrimmon by his first name out of respect for his request.

"All right. Mister Jamie?"

If asked, Jamie would be under the impression that it's closer to two years than five - although he's wrong about that. Five is actually just about right. Even so, he still doesn't see what the big deal is about her using his first name. At least she seems willing to try.

"Aye, I suppose that'd be all right." He's not going to argue the Mister part of things at the moment. It's still a start. "Now that that's settled, should we not be going to look inside?"

"Yes, absolutely let's do it!"

With a eager spring in her step she makes a bee-line for the doors.

[[ooc: Shall we leave it here, or play out the inside too? ^.^]]

Jamie trudges along after, a faint look of bemusement on his face. This seems oddly familiar somehow, although he still has no reason why. Oh well, nothing to do for it but keep searching. Who knows? Maybe they'd be lucky and come up with something.

(( OOC: Let's fade out here, if you don't mind? ))

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