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↼ ✧ Dead Boy Detectives OC ✧ ⇀ Died in 1929 from heart complications ↼ ✧ Scribed by @EcstaticCluster ✧ ⇀

Joined May 2019
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↼ ✧ ⇀ ↼ ✧ ⇀ 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳? ↼ ✧ ⇀ ↼ ✧ ⇀
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“What the hell does that mean?” Boyd blurted. He gave another round of blinks, trying to formulate any sort of thought possible. Perhaps it made sense for him to show up so suddenly as he was in dire need of assistance despite his stubborn antics of his current ~
“Usually, yeah. On a good day.” He shrugs his shoulders gently.
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~ situation. “What happens if it’s not a good day?”
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“Cases? As in murder cases?” Like the Agatha Christie novels him and his sister used to read?
He realises all too late that he’s overwhelming the poor ghost, and he has to make it right somehow. “Right so… we help solve cases. Ghosts who can’t or haven’t crossed over… make ‘em right again.”
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Stunned, the roaring twenties dweller halted in his thoughts. “Days?” He blurted. “Monty, my new friend. Could you— slowly— tell me what entirely this office is and what it is your boyfriend and yourself do for a,” living? Ironic word would not suffice. “Job.”
“If you want to wait, he should be back soon. Unless he gets held up and it may be a few days.” He shrugs gently, chewing on his lip.
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Boyd heard commotion in the trees. His nightly outing had been intruded upon by the sound of scuffles— frantic scuffles at that. He braved a step forward to see someone struggling in the distance. What was he to do? He had to do something or the poor fellow ~
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~ could surely perish. Boyd hadn’t even gotten a good look at the poor boy’s attacker. Was it Death? Was it a Reaper like he had met a few months prior trying to convince him to cross?
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Boyd is… so confused. There had to have been a reason he stumbled across this so called office with the likes of a not so bird human person who could see him and what he assumed were two deceased parties. Boyd knew he was dead— he had been for ages— but to find ~
“Oh, he died ages before I met him, it’s all good.” He waves dismissively, a cheeky little smile crossing his lips. “He’s one of the boys I mentioned. Charles, actually.”
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~ himself here of all places with little to no recognition of how he arrived in such a place was another thing. Ugh. He was getting a headache and he doesn’t actually have a head anymore… well, attached head?
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||. Sigh. I have to clean up Boyd’s layout and stuff. It does not look nice.
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Another wind of information infatuated inwards by Boyd’s surprise. He didn’t mean to make a face of bewilderment, it just simply came naturally. “Oh. Oh dear. I apologize for the death of your boyfriend.”
“Oh uh… no. I’m not.” He smiles awkwardly, dropping his hand. “But my boyfriend is, and I’m also not actually a human. I’m a bird..”
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Okay. That was a lot of information sprung at him when he was simply not ready to receive it. And he shook his hand? Wait! “Are you deceased as well, Monty?”
“You’re at our office. Well, their office… I’m sort of more like a secretary? Or potions guy. I dunno..” He moves to shake his hand, smiling awkwardly. “Anyway, I’m happy to help if I can.”
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“Charles and Edwin?” Boyd echoed the names Monty had given with a curved brow of befuddlement. Also familiar names— he noted. He hadn’t any clue why. Boyd positioned his back against the nearby wall as he took a sudden look around. “Forgive me, but ~
“Uh… my name’s Monty.” He murmurs, smiling awkwardly. “Charles and Edwin are out at the moment..”
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~ where exactly are we?” Manners, Boyd! Do remember your manners. Mother didn’t teach you to be so rude. Out presented a hand. “Boyd.”
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. . . He can see him? Wait. Has he met this one before? Features crunched in suspended suspicion. “You look oddly familiar. Can’t place my finger on it.”
Can I help you 🧍🏼‍♂️
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||. Bringing this back. 👀 And yes, I know I have some more starters to get to and replies as well. Thanks for your patience! 💕
↼ ✧ ⇀ Starter call to get this boy going. ↼ ✧ Like for a written and GIF starter. {Lengths vary, but will try to make it as descriptive as possible} ↼ ✧ RT to help the boy out. ↼ ✧ Or hey, if you prefer to plot or send banter, by all means!
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He’s surfaced. Somehow. . . Blink. Blink.
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||. Hey friends. So just a crazy update: Firstly, so so so sorry for the random disappearance. I just got extremely devastating news about a family member and the next thing I knew I was sucked into a rabbit hole of chaos. Thank you for your patience ~
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~ with me. I know I still have starters and replies on here as well as Esther which I will get to. Probably not any time soon as we’re still planning a funeral and things, but! I promise soon! The plan is to be on before the funeral, but knowing me that probably ~
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~ won’t happen. I’ll try to. But anyway. Thank you for your patience again! Hope to see you all soon! ~ Joy
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