it's a wonderful day, truly it is. not for the fact someone has been found dead, no, for that's a horrible discovery; rather, kian has been grabbing at the low hanging fruit for most of his career so far. he needed a higher treat, a bigger fish to catch. no more of that horrid desk he's been confined to for the past year! perhaps this is the moment he needs to prove himself to his superiors. he was so excited for this day that he even got his favorite cup of coffee from his favorite coffee place.

except he doesn't like coffee, and he had never been there before, and it was actually kind of expensive but it was too awkward to back out of the purchase with like five people waiting behind him- but that didn't matter! nothing would ruin his mood. well, maybe a dead body. but what are the chances of that?

only willful ignorance, an awful contradiction, or poor briefing could explain the odd enthusiasm coming from kian! now approaching the scene, he pulls the yellow tape above his head and flashes his badge. god, how he has waited for this moment, being allowed to step foot into the scene after a cool badge flash... part of him felt like he didn't belong here! maybe he didn't. he really shouldn't be so chipper considering the situation.

he's quick to slide up to a cop on the sidelines, one that didn't seem to be doing anything at the moment other than scanning the horizon. he's quick to hand her his coffee, whipped cream and all, with only a single sip taken- he hated it! but that's alright. "alright, fill me in! what's going on?" she seemed a little... pale, but it couldn't be that bad, right? surely not.

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blythe rosewood

oh, thank god. at least someone likes coffee here; he thought, for a moment, that he had wasted a pretty penny buying it! "you like it? good! i'll remember that." he nods to himself, taking a mental note. random expensive coffee from random, albeit nice, coffee shop! he'll have to remember where he got it from next time so he can tell her, such a reaction makes him fear that she might be hooked! oh, how frightening coffee can be, although he doesn't quite understand it! he'd never fall to a simple drink, no sir.

a stabbing, hm? a homicide! he's been put on a homicide case. that's cool, yeah. d... dead bodies, and stuff. there's a pause in his step, before he resumes his stride toward the front door. he does faintly remember being told that before being sent off here so, it's not like he didn't already agree to this! "yes, the detective! that's me." wow, he sounds hella suspicious! but fear not, it's just his own excitement getting to him. "and please, this is the least a detective should be able to handle!" he confidently steps towards the scene, not a shred of hesitance in his step. for a second, you might believe he really knows what he's doing!

it's not long before he's back out on the street, vomiting his insides out. there goes that sip of expensive coffee, truly a waste of money! with a stumble and an outstretched hand on the wall to hold himself, he looks up at his newfound police... sidekick? yeah, sidekick sounds good. this random police girl that he merely walked up to, walked in with, then pulled back out is now his sidekick. every cool detective needed a sidekick... and someone to pull along on this rollercoaster of a day. "a... are bodies supposed to look like that?" he holds his mouth once more. this... wasn't how he expected his first real day on the job to be!

wait! is this how he was going to present himself in front of his sidekick? no! it was a shameful display! pale-faced and all, he pulls himself together for a moment, straightening out before stumbling forward. "gotta... head in eventually... but maybe you first..." alright, he's still working out the whole overwhelming nausea thing, but he's got the spirit.

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blythe rosewood

that blank face, the dumbfounded expression; behold, the generosity of your boss(?)! it was very unlikely that kian held any real position over the girl but, with his own mental acquiring of a sidekick, he now had to show how good of a boss he was, and that meant drinks! if anything his desk job had taught him, it was that people loved getting drinks for free! he got so popular by doing so that he became the go-to guy for getting the drinks. but such truth could intimidate his new sidekick with how generous he is, so he opts to not give such crucial info on his character! stay humble, or something like that.

"you don't know?" hm, how odd! he was pretty sure bodies were like, what police dealt with. perhaps his new sidekick wasn't truly a cop... no, his first suspect couldn't be his watson! that would mean his judgment in selecting her would've been off, which can't be. besides, if he did that, that mean he would also be a suspect here! despite his pale complexion and rattled brain, he still firmly grasps her hand and shakes. "detective kian forrest! pleasure to make your acquaintance!"

you know, a lot of things felt backwards here.

"well, blythe!" if that's even your real name, "i appreciate the offer, but i assure you, a great detective-" taking one step back into the home, he immediately jumps for the salts. "-knows when to take their sidekick's lovely advice." placing it onto his nose, it gives very mild relief for a room reeking of death. as eccentric as he acts, this was still a murder scene, and he at least understands the gravity of that.

kian doesn't notice the glances of the other officers as he, once again, steps into the house of death. uneasy glances, lack of confidence, an overall disliking for how noisy he can be. well, not like you can blame them. it really wouldn't be shocking if him being sent on this case wasn't some error or ploy to get him booted from the force. he's quick to go for the evidence, sifting through both the known and unknown, peeking and poking at unusual corners. yep, definitely a murder scene, and definitely a human body!

"is there nothing more than the body? with such a... display..." he avoids looking at the body whenever he can, only motioning slightly towards it, not risking an accidental glance. "... isn't it usually accompanied by some kind of... calling card? yeah, calling card. some way to mark it as their work, you know?" he was grasping for straws here. maybe this was just some one-off case but... if by some dumb luck he stumbled into the right question, maybe he could, like, do his job. scary concept.

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blythe rosewood

it's not every day that someone recognizes the genius behind kian forrest; probably because, to many, he's a clown. a traveling circus of increasingly ridiculous assumptions and events that boil over into either very entertaining or very frustrating interactions. But those carried along with his tidal wave of stupidity often fought back against the waves, until now. Today, he met someone who truly understood his greatness, that he was a mere diamond in the rough! (read as: someone potentially as stupid as him)

"well, that's quite... gruesome. have there been any cases like it?" amidst talking, he quickly draws out a partner of his from its pokeball, an expansion of fluttering wings creating a soft buzzing noise as a teardrop face stares blankly at kian, then around at the room, and very clear panic washes over it as it does a spiral to the ground. it takes a moment, kian watching the stationary bug with a raised brow very it slowly rises once more. "sidekick, meet other sidekick! dewdrop here has been with me since i started my career so, naturally, she's as good at this as me."

he gives a very confident nod, the bug pokemon staring blankly once more. while dewdrop herself was rather competent, especially for a pokemon, kian was definitely not. floating off elsewhere, avoiding contact with the body if possible, it began to fly around the scene to look for whatever it could find. without dewdrop, kian probably would've been fired a long time ago.

"cut upwards, hm? kind of like it's... smiling." the gravity of the situation registers for a moment in the detective's mind, sending a shudder through his spine at the creepiness of it all. "we should, uh... get out of here as quickly as we can. were there any finds before i came on scene?" dewdrop was still diligently searching but, lessening the pokemon's workload would be for the best!

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blythe rosewood