Post by Sadie on Nov 11, 2009 17:14:31 GMT -5
Just because Detective Etoile makes me giggle. If I slaughtered anyone's characters, I'm sorry. DX
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It all started when a few of Princess Niji’s lollipops went missing.
“I don’t know where they could have gone!” the female cried fretfully, wringing her hands in disbelief. “I-I know they were going to be used to decorate the big cake, so I didn’t touch them! They’re just gone!”
All the aliens gathered around the crime scene, murmuring to each other suspiciously. Some made accusations, while others simply stayed quiet, wondering who could have done such a terrible thing. There were many speculations, but no answers. So many questions, so little time, before the party began and the cake was needed.
A case like this needed a secret agent.
No. . . a detective.
With his checkered hat, designed so that his antennae could stick right through, his large checkered jacket, and a bubble pipe in hand, Detective Etoile knew a case when he saw one. And this certainly counted.
“Come on, Nalo!” he said softly, so that the others wouldn’t hear him. “We have to investigate!”
His friend gave him an expression that clearly indicated that she questioned his sanity, but with a shrug, she followed after him, and both of them subtly left the room.
--
The lights went on, revealing a startled blue face.
“Where exactly were you, about an hour ago?” A pen in hand, Etoile leaned closer, his eyes narrowed. A few bubbles floated up from his pipe, popping near the ceiling.
“I was with Ynda!” Nebulos seemed to be telling the truth, but with a case like this, you could never take anything for granted. “We were eating galactic fruits outside, near the tree!”
“Nalo?”
Given that his friend was adept at reading body language, she might be able to spot a lie. Nalo gave a nod to show that she thought Nebulos was telling the truth, and the little blue alien smiled in relief.
Etoile adjusted his collar and nodded to Nebulos. Looks like Ynda was next on his list.
--
“I didn’t steal any lollipops!” Her voice was like a thousand thunderstorms, raging violently overhead. Etoile knew enough to hide his fear from her, but there was fear, indeed.
“Where were you when the crime took place?” he questioned, scribbling down a few notes. One of which included the words, “Don’t make Ynda angry. Ever.”
The female crossed her arms, looking crossly at him as thought she was imagining his ultimate demise. “I was eating fruits outside with Nebulos. There, you happy?”
The stories matched. Their culprit was not here. “Thank you for your time.” Jerking his head toward the door, the two aliens exited, but not fast enough to avoid hearing Ynda’s quiet mutter.
“Nosy little scum.”
--
His next targets were a pair of mischievous twins. Nice guys, Etoile knew, but the kind of aliens who would steal a few lollipops so that they could sit back and enjoy the uproar.
“Come on, buddy,” the one on the left whined, holding up his hands with the utmost innocence.
“We didn’t steal nothing!” The twin on the right shook his head, able to feign his purity with ease.
“Where were you about an hour ago?” Etoile questioned, his pen poised to scribble down anything that seemed suspicious. But with these two, everything was at least a little suspicious.
“We can’t tell you.” Dengeki chuckled quietly, grinning at his brother.
“Yeah, a secret.” Unagi returned the smirk, posed loftily.
Etoile glanced at Nalo to see if she had any ideas, but she only shook her head, giving a faint shrug. Returning his gaze to the twins, Etoile tried again. “If you don’t have a valid story, I can only assume that you’re the culprits.”
“Alright, alright!” Dengeki leaned down to whisper in his ear. “We were pranking Ynda, okay? But don’t tell her. Just listen for the shriek, next time she goes into her room.”
A plausible story, considering who he was talking to. It appeared that the twins were safe. Tipping his hat at them, he exited, not any closer to finding the person who had committed this horrific crime.
--
“You really wanna blame me, kid?” Vibe lifted an eyebrow at him, and Etoile remembered vaguely the fact that she was in possession of some very sharp, very dangerous teeth.
“Uh. . . you’re clear.” With Nalo chuckling amusedly behind him, Etoile bolted from the room.
--
“Of course I wouldn’t take them!” Milo-Lee looked properly horrified at the idea, her eyes wide with terror. Terror at having committed the crime, or of being accused? Etoile didn’t know. “I was playing games with Finnick!”
Nalo tapped him on the shoulder, rolling her eyes to tell him that she didn’t think that Milo-Lee had done it. Scratching his chin, Etoile decided that he was inclined to agree. “Alright, I believe you. But keep your eyes out.” Saluting to her, he hurried away.
--
“I’ve got nothing.”
Etoile looked at Nalo frustratedly, running a hand through his thick curls. His notepad gave him no hints, no clues, and no leads whatsoever. He had checked everyone that he’d thought to, but everyone had a plausible story. And the lollipops were needed any minute now. “Any ideas?” he asked Nalo hopefully.
She shook her head, appearing downtrodden for him at the fact that they had been unsuccessful.
Detective Etoile had failed.
He went back to deliver the news to Princess Niji. He could already imagine her distraught face, and was vainly attempting to think up some kind of comforting phrase for her. The kitchen was close by when he noticed some dull golden feathers scattered about on the floor.
There was one person that he hadn’t asked yet, for certain reasons, but it appeared that it was time to try.
--
“I know you took the lollipops!”
Wide, fearful eyes stared back at him, and then the figure burst into a flurry of frantic, feathery panic. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“You LOVE treats! And last time you asked Princess Niji for a lollipop, she didn’t have anymore! So you figured that, in revenge, you’d swipe a few when she wasn’t looking, not knowing that they were for a special occasion!”
Actually, Etoile was making most of it up. But he was having fun doing it.
Then, suddenly, Cyril seemed to explode.
“OKAY I’M SORRY IT WAS ME BUT I DIDN’T KNOW THAT THEY WERE SPECIAL THEY JUST LOOKED SO YUMMY AND THEY WERE COLORFUL AND I WANTED THEM BUT I ONLY ATE ONE SO YOU CAN HAVE THE OTHERS BACK I’M SORRY I’M SORRY PLEASE DON’T HATE ME, PLEASE!”
Case solved.
--
The lollipops were returned and placed on the surface of the cake, one of them replaced by a lollipop that had been found in the food storage. The cake was large, magnificent, and it set most of their mouths watering.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CYRIL!” came the chorus of loud, happy voices.
The bird-boy was silent for a long time, staring at his cake, and then, as though it all suddenly dawned on him, he let out a noise of exclamation. “WAIT! You mean those lollipops were for me, anyway?!”
At the various nods, he grinned, and then suddenly picked up the cake and began to run away with it.
“MINE, ALL MINE, NONE FOR YOU!” His laughter echoed through the halls and the group of aliens began to chase him, clamoring for a slice of the delicious cake.
Only Etoile lagged behind, adjusting his hat and grinning at Nalo. “Successful case!” he crowed happily, pleased with himself.
The girl only rolled her eyes, ruffled his hair slightly, and wrote a small message for him on a scrap piece of paper. “You’re silly.” The kitchen filled with the boy’s vivacious laughter, and then the two took off, determined to join in the chase so that they could end their triumph with a sweet treat.
---
It all started when a few of Princess Niji’s lollipops went missing.
“I don’t know where they could have gone!” the female cried fretfully, wringing her hands in disbelief. “I-I know they were going to be used to decorate the big cake, so I didn’t touch them! They’re just gone!”
All the aliens gathered around the crime scene, murmuring to each other suspiciously. Some made accusations, while others simply stayed quiet, wondering who could have done such a terrible thing. There were many speculations, but no answers. So many questions, so little time, before the party began and the cake was needed.
A case like this needed a secret agent.
No. . . a detective.
With his checkered hat, designed so that his antennae could stick right through, his large checkered jacket, and a bubble pipe in hand, Detective Etoile knew a case when he saw one. And this certainly counted.
“Come on, Nalo!” he said softly, so that the others wouldn’t hear him. “We have to investigate!”
His friend gave him an expression that clearly indicated that she questioned his sanity, but with a shrug, she followed after him, and both of them subtly left the room.
--
The lights went on, revealing a startled blue face.
“Where exactly were you, about an hour ago?” A pen in hand, Etoile leaned closer, his eyes narrowed. A few bubbles floated up from his pipe, popping near the ceiling.
“I was with Ynda!” Nebulos seemed to be telling the truth, but with a case like this, you could never take anything for granted. “We were eating galactic fruits outside, near the tree!”
“Nalo?”
Given that his friend was adept at reading body language, she might be able to spot a lie. Nalo gave a nod to show that she thought Nebulos was telling the truth, and the little blue alien smiled in relief.
Etoile adjusted his collar and nodded to Nebulos. Looks like Ynda was next on his list.
--
“I didn’t steal any lollipops!” Her voice was like a thousand thunderstorms, raging violently overhead. Etoile knew enough to hide his fear from her, but there was fear, indeed.
“Where were you when the crime took place?” he questioned, scribbling down a few notes. One of which included the words, “Don’t make Ynda angry. Ever.”
The female crossed her arms, looking crossly at him as thought she was imagining his ultimate demise. “I was eating fruits outside with Nebulos. There, you happy?”
The stories matched. Their culprit was not here. “Thank you for your time.” Jerking his head toward the door, the two aliens exited, but not fast enough to avoid hearing Ynda’s quiet mutter.
“Nosy little scum.”
--
His next targets were a pair of mischievous twins. Nice guys, Etoile knew, but the kind of aliens who would steal a few lollipops so that they could sit back and enjoy the uproar.
“Come on, buddy,” the one on the left whined, holding up his hands with the utmost innocence.
“We didn’t steal nothing!” The twin on the right shook his head, able to feign his purity with ease.
“Where were you about an hour ago?” Etoile questioned, his pen poised to scribble down anything that seemed suspicious. But with these two, everything was at least a little suspicious.
“We can’t tell you.” Dengeki chuckled quietly, grinning at his brother.
“Yeah, a secret.” Unagi returned the smirk, posed loftily.
Etoile glanced at Nalo to see if she had any ideas, but she only shook her head, giving a faint shrug. Returning his gaze to the twins, Etoile tried again. “If you don’t have a valid story, I can only assume that you’re the culprits.”
“Alright, alright!” Dengeki leaned down to whisper in his ear. “We were pranking Ynda, okay? But don’t tell her. Just listen for the shriek, next time she goes into her room.”
A plausible story, considering who he was talking to. It appeared that the twins were safe. Tipping his hat at them, he exited, not any closer to finding the person who had committed this horrific crime.
--
“You really wanna blame me, kid?” Vibe lifted an eyebrow at him, and Etoile remembered vaguely the fact that she was in possession of some very sharp, very dangerous teeth.
“Uh. . . you’re clear.” With Nalo chuckling amusedly behind him, Etoile bolted from the room.
--
“Of course I wouldn’t take them!” Milo-Lee looked properly horrified at the idea, her eyes wide with terror. Terror at having committed the crime, or of being accused? Etoile didn’t know. “I was playing games with Finnick!”
Nalo tapped him on the shoulder, rolling her eyes to tell him that she didn’t think that Milo-Lee had done it. Scratching his chin, Etoile decided that he was inclined to agree. “Alright, I believe you. But keep your eyes out.” Saluting to her, he hurried away.
--
“I’ve got nothing.”
Etoile looked at Nalo frustratedly, running a hand through his thick curls. His notepad gave him no hints, no clues, and no leads whatsoever. He had checked everyone that he’d thought to, but everyone had a plausible story. And the lollipops were needed any minute now. “Any ideas?” he asked Nalo hopefully.
She shook her head, appearing downtrodden for him at the fact that they had been unsuccessful.
Detective Etoile had failed.
He went back to deliver the news to Princess Niji. He could already imagine her distraught face, and was vainly attempting to think up some kind of comforting phrase for her. The kitchen was close by when he noticed some dull golden feathers scattered about on the floor.
There was one person that he hadn’t asked yet, for certain reasons, but it appeared that it was time to try.
--
“I know you took the lollipops!”
Wide, fearful eyes stared back at him, and then the figure burst into a flurry of frantic, feathery panic. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“You LOVE treats! And last time you asked Princess Niji for a lollipop, she didn’t have anymore! So you figured that, in revenge, you’d swipe a few when she wasn’t looking, not knowing that they were for a special occasion!”
Actually, Etoile was making most of it up. But he was having fun doing it.
Then, suddenly, Cyril seemed to explode.
“OKAY I’M SORRY IT WAS ME BUT I DIDN’T KNOW THAT THEY WERE SPECIAL THEY JUST LOOKED SO YUMMY AND THEY WERE COLORFUL AND I WANTED THEM BUT I ONLY ATE ONE SO YOU CAN HAVE THE OTHERS BACK I’M SORRY I’M SORRY PLEASE DON’T HATE ME, PLEASE!”
Case solved.
--
The lollipops were returned and placed on the surface of the cake, one of them replaced by a lollipop that had been found in the food storage. The cake was large, magnificent, and it set most of their mouths watering.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CYRIL!” came the chorus of loud, happy voices.
The bird-boy was silent for a long time, staring at his cake, and then, as though it all suddenly dawned on him, he let out a noise of exclamation. “WAIT! You mean those lollipops were for me, anyway?!”
At the various nods, he grinned, and then suddenly picked up the cake and began to run away with it.
“MINE, ALL MINE, NONE FOR YOU!” His laughter echoed through the halls and the group of aliens began to chase him, clamoring for a slice of the delicious cake.
Only Etoile lagged behind, adjusting his hat and grinning at Nalo. “Successful case!” he crowed happily, pleased with himself.
The girl only rolled her eyes, ruffled his hair slightly, and wrote a small message for him on a scrap piece of paper. “You’re silly.” The kitchen filled with the boy’s vivacious laughter, and then the two took off, determined to join in the chase so that they could end their triumph with a sweet treat.
