My Most Cherished

[Ion]

(ooc: May 6th. Open only to Ion and Iceland.)

Rain had been pouring since the moment Ion had woken up that morning, and it was depressing him quite a bit. At the same time it seemed to fit the mood. He'd been feeling gloomy since the day he'd discovered his most cherished belonging had been stolen. The green-haired teen just wanted to get it back, and to do that he needed to enlist help from someone who was better at this sort of thing. He had tried the police, but he'd discovered that there weren't very many people to ask there. That had led the boy to asking around on whether or not there was help elsewhere to find. If he hadn't heard that bit of information, he wouldn't have found out about the detectives at all.

Jim was out of the question. Detective Hawkins hadn't been in when he'd gone looking for him, so that left one option. At that present moment, the soaking wet teen was standing outside of Iceland's office and staring up at the door with wide green eyes full of uncertainty. What if it wasn't a good idea? What if the detective just laughed at him and didn't want to help because of what the job would entail? All things considered, the trinket that had been taken probably wouldn't have been all that valuable to anyone else. But... Ion was going to have to take that risk. He wouldn't know unless he tried, right?

"Okay, this is it. You can do this, Ion." he told himself. With that, Ion reached out his hand and knocked on the door. He could only hope that his efforts weren't in vain and that Iceland was there.

[Iceland]

Iceland had been sitting in his office that day. He had been at work around less than an hour or so, and already he felt like heading home and calling it quits for the day. "I guess it's useless now." He told himself, head rested on his hand, rolling a pencil back in forth index finger of his free hand.

It was then that he heard the opening of the door, which snapped him out of his hopeless trance. "A client?" He thought, only a bit startled at Ion's arrival. He looked at the younger teen. He didn't look to great pyshically, Iceland wasn't a medic, but he could tell that Ion was sick. Not quite sure what aliement he had, but he had his suspicions.

"Oi, what business do ya got here punk?!" A black and white bird flew in front of Ion, greeting in what would be the most unfriendly meeting they ever received by a puffin.

[Ion]

"Ah!"

The sudden arrival of the puffin following Iceland opening the door caused Ion to retreat back a couple of steps. In all honesty, he'd been freaked out. That wasn't the sort of greeting he had been expecting. Then again, he hadn't known quite what to expect. He'd never had to enlist the help of a detective before. In spite of the rude greeting, though, Ion knew he needed to ask for help right then. There wouldn't be any use in retreating because of one puffin leaping out and demanding to know what his purpose for being there.

"I... I came looking for Detective Steilsson." Ion explained. Trekking all the way through the rain, neglecting to bring an umbrella because he had been in such a hurry to finally find help, Ion had come looking for someone to see his case through. He probably didn't look all that impressive, either. A pale, sickly boy soaked through by the rain and not all that impressive in terms of physical stature probably didn't look like he had much to offer in terms of a reward. That was where the deceptive appearance played its part. He could offer a reward, even if his parents didn't want him to, and it wouldn't be something to be sneezed at... assuming the job was accepted.

[Iceland]

Mr. Puffin just flew in front of Ion, highly skeptical about the sickly adolescent. "Yeah, yeah whateva, Ice doesn't have time for bums like yourself." Mr. Puffin replied to the green haired boy, lying of course since Iceland had all the time in the world.

"Mr. Puffin please," The silver haired teen got up from his spot and walked over to Ion. "I apologize about him, he's just like that." Iceland apologized as the bird landed on his head. "Detective Steilsson." He greeted, his voice plain as usual as he offered his hand to greet the other boy.

"So how may I help you?"

[Ion]

(ooc: I fixed my post to say Steilsson instead of Iceland. Because I was a derp. xD)

A relieved breath escaped Ion. He had found the right place after all, as evidenced by the greeting, and he was grateful for that fact. Best of all the person he had been looking for had been in. Ignoring the fact that there was a grouchy puffin involved, he thought he could go through with the request after all.

"Thank goodness. I was beginning to think the detectives around here were all busy." Ion said at last. He cleared his throat a little as that statement was finished and finally looked up at Iceland without feeling terribly nervous. Ion felt a tiny bit more relaxed now, too. "My name is Ion. Recently, something very precious of mine was stolen from me. I... I was hoping maybe you could help me track it down. And... and maybe find who took it?" Ion asked.

[Iceland]

Iceland looked at the teen for a few seconds, appearing as if he was thinking about Ion's question. As much as he needed to take on this case, he didn't want to seem to desperate. It wasn't like a detective to do such act. He put his hand up to his mouth to make it look like as if he was thinking, but after a second or two, he lowered his hand back into his jacket pocket and nodded at Ion.

"Alright, I'll help you." He replied.

[Ion]

"Please, it's very important that..."

Ion stopped himself. He replayed what Iceland had said in his head a couple of times before finally realizing that he'd agreed to help. Ion almost looked as if he didn't believe the outcome. He'd been setting himself up for failure in advance. Relief, quite obviously, was clear in Ion's eyes. He wouldn't have to go trekking all over town hoping to find someone that was going to help him! Ion probably would have hugged Iceland, but he stopped himself when he remembered it would have seemed very awkward to do so. Instead, he decided to express his joy in some other manner.

"Thank you! Thank you... I was afraid you wouldn't want to take it because it seemed so simple." Ion said. While Ion himself didn't think it was so simple, others might have thought it was simple to solve. Tracking down one thief and retrieving one thing that had been stolen didn't seem like much of a challenge, after all. Now all he had to do was explain the details of what he knew had happened, and of course show a picture of what had been stolen. He just hoped his picture hadn't been wrecked by the rain.

[Iceland]

The Icelandic adolescent looked at Ion. "It's nothing." He said simply. "Every detective knows that even the simplest cases are better than no cases at all." He definetly didn't want to explain his current situation to the teen, mostly because he found it quite embarrassing. Especially when he barely making enough to support his current living situation, he was just glad Mr. Puffin hadn't said anything. He then walked over back to his desk and sat down, hoping that Ion would follow. He then picked up a basic yellow notebook that had been sitting idly on his desk. Iceland picked up the notebook flipped through a few used pages before finding a good blank sheet he could use for taking notes.

He then looked up at Ion, violet eyes reading that he was ready. "So, what exactly is this object first off?"

[Ion]

As Ion followed Iceland inside, he began wringing water out of his hair. The least he could do was try to dry off a bit before sitting down to talk about what he knew had happened. Or rather, what he thought had happened. Ion was no detective and he couldn't pinpoint what exactly had gone on, but he did have his hunch. Even if it was a small hunch, just an idea really, it might have been beneficial to some degree. At length he sat down and retrieved his picture from his robe pocket. Luckily for him, the rain hadn't ruined the picture too badly. He placed the picture on Iceland's desk and prepared to tell what he could about the object in it.

"This is what was taken. It's a necklace that's been in my family for quite a while, and it's always been special to me." Ion explained. The necklace itself didn't look like anything extraordinary; it was a simple golden chain with a tuning fork shaped golden charm dangling down as the charm. The tuning fork itself was a relatively good-sized golden piece. Ion knew it was light-weight enough to be worn without being a pain, but it was still sized to be big enough so as not to be of little significance. "My mother gave it to me two years ago, after I met my best friend Anise. She said it should always remind me of my most cherished friend... and it still does." Ion said. Anise had moved recently, but Ion had had the necklace. It hadn't been so bad losing his friend because he'd known he'd remember her always.

"But it was stolen. One day, I thought it would be best to leave it at home since we were going out. I didn't think anything bad would happen. But when we came back home..."

Ion's gaze shifted to the floor as he began to remember what he had seen when they'd come home. Nothing else had been taken, just the necklace. Whoever had taken it either thought it would be a valuable piece on its own and didn't need anything else, or they'd been desperate and just took the first thing they'd seen. "It was gone. Nothing else got taken, either. I get the feeling that whoever took it was desperate if they didn't take anything else, but... I just don't know. I don't even know where to start looking for it."

[Iceland]

Iceland took the picture that Ion had left for him and picked it up. He examined it for a bit, it was slightly damaged from the rain that had drenched the younger teen, but Iceland was still able to make out what the object was. Like Ion had said it was a simple necklace with a fork shaped emblem serving as it's charm. To the ordinary eye, it looked like any other necklace that one could get at a jewelry shop. But the silver haired adolescent knew that it meant more to Ion than just being a money possession.

"I see." He replied after Ion was done speaking, jotting down while listening. What did catch is ear was the lat thing he had said. "So nothing else was stolen, hmm." Iceland then looked back at Ion. "Or they could have had a good reason to steal it." He said, almost as a suggestion. "Perhaps as a personal motive." His voice trailed as he rolled his eyes up towards Mr. Puffin then back at his client. "But as for a place to work, how about he start off with you're home. Where do you live?"