Thread: Case Closed: Case of the Shrinking Detectives

Eli listened and tried to make sense of it himself, but found it all going in endless circles that led nowhere just like his friend. The only truly clear thing to him was So your saying, more then likely, whether it was this Apoptosis stuff or something mutated or similar, whoever did this to us probably wasnt expectingthis, he gestured to his far shorter legs then what he had yesterday. Youre pretty much implying they actually wanted us dead, he clarified, if only just to hear it all straightened out and obvious in the air for himself. Well fuck. Thats just he couldnt quite seem to find the best heavy, vitriolic swear work to fit the description. Eli shoved one hand in his hair, nervously combing it out of his face as he sighed. Damn. Im this is really big. Really messed up. Coffee. Tea. Something. He trailed off in to the kitchen, muttering aloud. There was puttering about and clanking as the coffee pot was set to make black magic, kettle on for tea for himself, and he rustled through the junk drawer for something. He came back out to the living room with things were steeping and dropped a paper pad and some pens and pencils in front of Anthony and placed several pills of Tylenol on the table in two little piles. Here just write whatever you can think of down on that paper. I know you havent really had a challenge for that mind of yours in awhile because you havent whipped out a pad in awhile. Straighten whatever youve got in there out on this to at least stop your head from spinning, his expression was understanding, if strained from his own frustration at the situation. It will at least tell us what it ISNT. and probably look at it from an angle that they were trying to off us, and they got whatever this is in to us without us noticing. Thats what has me really concerned. They had nearly been assassinated in broad daylight, and no one would have known until their bodies were found. That that was incredibly chilling. That kind of weapon in the wrong hands. Already in the wrong hands. A worrisome groan as fingers rubbed insistently at the bridge of his nose. This was this was a lot to process all at once. Hopefully our chemistry isnt to screwed up though, because I dont know about you but my head is ringing from a whole lot more then just confusion and Id really like these painkillers to work, he gestured to the pills. Disappeared in to the kitchen again to give his colleague and fellow apparent death survivor by chemical mutagenic fluke some space and time to let his head flow on to paper. Came back a few minutes later with coffee the way he knew the other boy liked it and his tea, plain saltine crackers in a dish. His stomach felt raw and it would be a bad idea to take the Tylenol with nothing padding in there first. So what have you got? he eyed the scribbled mass and crumpled sheets piling off to the side. Looked like a lot of bupkiss. After a few crackers, sips of tea, and little white pills going down his throat, he looked down at himself again. The dining room chairs were deep enough that if he sat all the way back in them his feet didnt touch the ground. Anthonys did. Dammit I hated being this short, he just sounded tired. We we REALLY cant actually go to anyone with this, can we, it wasnt a question. Just a statement finally really truly settling in as the initial dizzying surprise of the situation started solidifying in place. Well... my brother wanted me to stay with you for a few days, so that gives of SOME time to figure this out, right? the smile was wane. Somehow this didn't feel like much of a few days kind of thing. Shorter legs began to kick back and forth in a distracted habit he hadnt done in years.