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Post by Coraline on Feb 10, 2011 11:56:29 GMT -6
Coraline tapped her fingertips together, hair falling over her face to hide her frustration and her displeasure at the report on her desk. Nemo and Phobos had uncovered another body. This time it was a mundane, not like the previous victims - a lamia, a lycanthrope, and a very young spiritualist. The condition it was found in, however, fit the profile for all the others. Delicately posed, bolted down in some back alley to appear like someone had thrown out a mannequin - despite the bruises and cuts along their bodies.
Someone out there was sending a message. Someone out there was causing trouble in her city, hunting her people.
The Valkyrie stood before her, waiting for orders, judgment, anything. She was the only working Deputy in Night City, and had been handling each case with the help of the local law enforcement, but she was still only one living being and no more.
"Orders, ma'm?" She finally spoke up.
Coraline stood, rising from her desk and stepping away to look out the window at her city.
"Find him, before he kills everyone in this city." She ordered, a low peal of thunder echoing above them, rattling the glass on the windows. "Use anyone and everyone who is able to work, even Hermes if you must."
"Yes, ma'm." There was a rattling of armor as Nemo bowed respectfully, plucking up her axe and leaving the office. Word was sent out to every contact in the city via Hermes. Letters informing them of the situation, and where to meet Nemo for an official briefing.
As the rain began to fall, Night City began to mobilize.
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Post by Bryce Langley on Feb 10, 2011 14:13:21 GMT -6
{gonna toss in Quin before I forget about him entirely. I'll toss up his bio later}
Professor Quintin Cato of the Night City Community College wasn't one to interfere in the affairs of those around him. Though he had the ability, he had promised the previous head of the city that he would keep his meddling to the college, protecting the students and non-powered teachers in the man's stead, and when the management changed, he was not approached to revoke or change that promise, so he kept to himself. But when he started hearing murmurs of strange murders, and then discovered one of his own students had become the latest victim- Something had to be done. So, the dreadlocked and tattooed history professor went out of his way into the downtown area, the center of the city and hopefully where he would be able to find the new head. Thankfully, the location hadn't changed, simply been renamed and remodeled, and he entered through the front as he had used to. He stood out strangely in the middle of the cocktail lounge, clad in a neat pinstriped suit and waistcoat with a leather satchel over his shoulder that seemed totally at odds with the turquoise tattoos that seemed to glow against his dark skin and his beaded dreads pulled back in a low ponytail. Cautiously, he approached the bar, searching for the proprietor. "Ah, excuse me?"
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Feb 10, 2011 22:03:50 GMT -6
Alfons was down in the bar area, fretting helplessly, wringing his shirt in his hands as he whimpered to himself.
People were dying...people were dying and someone was KILLING them! The poor doctor was badly shaken by these events and he immediately went to see the Phoenix, struggling to think of what he could and should do in light of these events.
He looked up when he saw the odd looking man enter the bar and he blinked as he walked up to him. "Hallo?" he asked.
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Post by Bryce Langley on Feb 11, 2011 2:12:49 GMT -6
Quin perked up at the accented greeting, giving the shorter man a small smile. "Hi. Ah, I'm lookin' for the new management. Would you know where I can find them?" He straightened, giving a soft laugh as he ran a hand over his dreads, letting drop to his side after a moment. "See, I've kinda been around, an' I had this agreement with the previous guy- Anyway, one of my students was killed not too long ago, an' I'm looking to see if I can help find their killer. Y'know, before anyone else gets hurt."
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Post by Coraline on Feb 11, 2011 13:23:14 GMT -6
(mingle away, people, Coraline will make her appearance soon.)
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Post by onasariel on Feb 11, 2011 13:45:12 GMT -6
A young man was wandering down the street, completely lost as to where he was. A large trench coat covered his smaller frame. He didn't remember how he got here, just that he was here, somewhere he didn't recognize. He didn't recognize much these days, his past a blur. All he knew was his name, what he was, and his purpose. He sighed, looking around this city...it was different from the others. He continued to wander, hoping to come across something he could remember...something he could recognize...even if it was an undesirable memory. He sighed, stopping at the bar, going in. He was hungry...perhaps he would get something to eat before carrying on. He hoped he had enough money...where he had gotten this money, he had long since forgotten...
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Post by Coraline on Feb 11, 2011 14:35:53 GMT -6
"My lady, people have gathered downstairs, perhaps you should address them. It seems that there is a sufficient crowd." The demon said softly, having broken from his duties as a bartender to let the woman know that it was time to organize the masses.
"Go back downstairs, Sebastian. I will be down shortly."
Coraline descended the stairs, stepping into the bar and on to the stage where there normally would have been a piano, but now there was a projector aimed at the wall. At the phoenix's motion, slides of the four victims were shown.
"Citizens of Night City, all is not well in our twilight. As you have heard, four bodies have been discovered, all posed as mannequins. We believe the work is all done by one person, though motive is yet unknown. We cannot allow this to continue, and thus I am turning to you."
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"We will all need to work together to find out who is behind this, to discover who is threatening our mundane and otherworldly citizens. From this point onwards, we are all working together. The Kaliedoscape will be our central base of operations. Any evidence or clues we find pertaining to this case will be brought here, and discussed here."
Her words are sharp, and to the point, obviously bothered by this as much as everyone else, perhaps more.
"Now, any questions?"
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Post by onasariel on Feb 11, 2011 19:39:38 GMT -6
The man stared, watching all this...what had he walked into? What WAS this town, who was she, and what was happening. He sat, staring, musing...should he stay, or should he go. Part of him wanted to help, the other part of him wanting to get out as fast as he could.
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Feb 11, 2011 21:25:31 GMT -6
Alfons bit his lower lip as he looked over at the man with dreadlocks, wanting to talk to him further after this was finished. "Are zhere no clues currently?" he finally asked.
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Post by Bryce Langley on Feb 11, 2011 21:42:33 GMT -6
Quin knew immediately when the new management stepped in, a chill running down his spine as he felt the powerful magic of the other brush against his own. He turned in time to see the woman in red take the stage, making a mental note to catch her attention when the projection was lit. Seeing the bodies, his own student among them, make his insides churn. Hearing the little German speak up, he came to his senses, nodding in agreement to the question. "Yes, any leads would be helpful."
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Post by Coraline on Feb 11, 2011 21:49:38 GMT -6
"We know that he seems to target the young, under 30 years old. They disappear around midnight each time he takes a new victim, and they are missing for about 72 hours. When they return, the bodies have been taxidermied and upon autopsy, their hearts are missing. However, beyond that, we do not have enough to go on." Coraline replied, her words sharp - showing her frustration with having nothing.
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Post by Bryce Langley on Feb 11, 2011 22:41:43 GMT -6
Young, midnight, 3 days, taxidermy, missing hearts. The teacher frowned, brow furrowing as he tried to correlate the mess with what he knew of the city. Youths generally tended to be less than responsible, and if he recalled correctly, there were more than a few nasty things that came out of the dark at Witching Hour. But the taxidermy, and the missing hearts... "Is there a general location?"
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Post by onasariel on Feb 12, 2011 9:41:28 GMT -6
Pierre stared, listening to this conversation, now curious as to what was happening...it was indeed odd. He blinked, thinking...he was new here, no one knew him...what if they blamed him for this?!
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Post by Coraline on Feb 12, 2011 11:18:13 GMT -6
A map flicked on - displaying itself on the wall behind her. Three large circles had been drawn on it, and the overlap was very small.
"Three of the four bodies were found in different sections of the city. One outside the Court Manor. One in Clocktower Park. And the last two were found near Alchemilla Medical Center. There does not seem to be much of a pattern at present, though PerSEuS is looking into it as we speak. As for the victims, as you know, the first three were otherworldly. We thought there was a pattern until the latest victim - a mundane - turned up."
Coraline cleared her throat a bit before she went on.
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Post by Bryce Langley on Feb 12, 2011 12:21:59 GMT -6
"Mundane. You mean a normal kid who ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time." He felt his aura flare, angered by the red-clad woman's apparent disdain, and took a deep breath to calm himself. No need to lose one's temper... "Have the police been notified? They might not have powers, but murders are part of their job."
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