June 6th, 1894

[timeforjustice]

It was a fine Wednesday afternoon, only the gathering heat of the day a blemish on what would've been a perfect day for the outdoors. There was hardly a breeze and not quite enough clouds for any relief from the sun, which is why one Deputy Apollo Justice was forced to don his hat as he trekked further and further from the city center. He would've taken more notice of the day had he not been in a hurry, and grumbling under his breath besides.

His bicycle had been stolen again. He'd had it chained up behind the sheriff's office, but some scoundrel had pried a link apart and taken the goods, leaving only the cheap chain there in the dust. Lucky for Apollo, there'd been a couple of witnesses; the only problem with that was his thief had covered his head and his face, making real identification a tough prospect.

Apollo used what he'd heard to follow the trail, so to speak. His path lead down to the river, not further into town but heading out of it, towards where crops were grown using the water diverted from it. There were less people out here to be questioning, so he kept his eyes peeled instead, looking for a flash of metal -

And when he found it, it was on a river bank, half-submerged and stuck in the mud. Muttering a curse, Apollo shoved his gloves on his hands before sliding the short way down the bank, his boots leaving tracks in the mud behind him.

"Damn! It'll start to rust at this rate..."

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[temsikspirit]

Yomiel cracks a smile at this, genuinely amused with Apollo's pun as he nods his head.

"Well alright, alright, don't let me keep ya from the more pressin' matters at hand, Mr. Justice."

He breathes out a pleasant chortle on borrowed air, taking a step backward, raising a hand to send him off with a two fingered salute.

"Sure thing, I'll see ya around. Take care."

He waits for a moment even as the other is on his way out, watching him ride off. Well, that was a nice reprieve, now he's sent his guy off on a hunt for something that'll undoubtedly serve to confuse him... There's another thought though, a creeping malign one that says 'maybe he'll somehow forget all about you like he never even saw ya, maybe he was just humoring you, doesn't matter 'cause you probably won't be seeing him again anyway.'

Oh well. Dropping the pretenses of casual conversation he doesn't put into action his desire to sigh. The corpse haphazardly stuffs his hands in his pockets, strolling off down along the river to make his way back to his newest abandoned residence. No way to live, but he supposes he's not really living to begin with.