Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27227983-20170121071757/@comment-29611741-20170203005413

Wieskal leaves the group, and heads outside the prison. A couple of larger weasels with notes are outside.

Wieskal: Anything on the killer? *weasels shake heads* Well, what're these "notes," then?

The weasels hand him the notes.

Wieskal: Let's see... "Illegal transport of endangered mammoth tusks"... "Aki Iceflake, a part of a much larger agenda"... "A spy." Really good one, to not see two weasels. *the weasels screech a bit* Oh, it was with that Nikasa girl. Won't ask why that happened. *yawn* She reminds me of me a bit- *screeches* Hey, not everyone reminds me of me! Tell me the last time I said anything about that Vade guy. Anyways, she seems to limit herself to be "stylish" and whatever, while one of my Inheritances basically says "screw any attempt of keeping control if you feel anything." *yawn* Life is funner with limitations, though.

The weasels enter his log after putting the notes by the entrance of the police station. They screech on last time.

Wieskal, listening: No, I told Meeske he could stop, but as usual, he got into his job again.

The small weasel follows Seiko and jumps onto her head and curled up when she slowed down.