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Post by Situation on Sept 18, 2008 17:32:51 GMT -5
"None, not a single one we know of operates like this, specially in the open. I've even gone through the usual profiles, but anyone even remotely capable of this is either dead or incarcerated."
The Constable takes a seat back at his desk and hands Lillith an envelope. "I've taken the liberty to set you up at a nice inn near the theater district, no more then a two blocks away, also have some gil for you enclosed to cover any expenses. Compliments of the city, of course." He pauses for a moment to breath. "We're going to wait till he strikes again and with word on the street a sorceress is involved, we believe they may think it a challenge. Of course this makes you a target, but I highly doubt you can't take care of yourself. Just avoid walking alone at night."
He taps the desk. "Well, that is all we can do for today. I'm increasing patrols for the next few nights, if something happens... we'll be the first to summon you. Anyway, enjoy the city. Perhaps this could be a little bit of a morbid vacation for you, get away from those rascal kids for a bit, you know. Oh!" He puts his index finger to his forehead then points to Lillith. "I heard about you and Oliver, if anyone can turn that boy around, it's you. We're going to be keeping an eye on him, making sure he doesn't do something silly. I'm sure his little gang is going to be roaming the streets for the killer, might help us get closer to figuring this out... just have to make sure they don't start targeting anyone. Don't worry, Oliver won't know, just going to be observing."
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Post by Lillith on Sept 18, 2008 18:25:11 GMT -5
::It takes a huge amount of effort for Lillith to contain her anger at how callously the man she's talking to can discuss the advantages of a group of children going out on the streets to play vigilante. She can't stop herself from clenching her fists though, and her knuckles audibly crack::
I'd prefer to stick to your first plan to use me as bait rather than Oliver's "gang". I suppose that's all I can ask of you on the matter. But I ask that you allow me to join the patrols every now and again.
::It's not really a request, so much as an order. She rises to leave::
I'll be retiring for the evening then. After that flight I'm quite spent. But don't hesitate to wake me if something else happens. Good night.
::She leaves without another word, but can't help slamming the door on her way out. Once she's back out on the streets, Melanie lands on her shoulder. Lillith looks up at the window to the room where she had just spoken to Oliver and whispers to the raven::
Watch him. Tell me the minute he leaves his quarters. Keep an eye out for his friends as well.
::Melanie squawks::
Come on Mel, you act like I can't handle myself. I'll survive without you for a little bit.
::The raven takes flight and swoops onto the rooftop overlooking Oliver's window. Meanwhile, Lillith makes her way to the inn and the room that was promised to her::
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Post by Situation on Sept 18, 2008 18:36:00 GMT -5
The constable raises his brow as she leaves, unsure exactly if Lillith understood how strong the gang Oliver belonged too is exactly. He sighs and returns to his paperwork. "Going to need to talk to her later..."
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Post by Oliver on Sept 21, 2008 16:47:28 GMT -5
--Meanwhile--
"Hey! All, ather ound here."
A number of mismatched, dirty, and mean looking kids form up in the little back-lot of a old factory. The central figure, someone around the age of 19 who raises a meat clever into the air. They're the ShawnKills, a street gang named after a block in The Crest, which Oliver belongs too.
"Lil' Oliver's mum got the knife las nught." Says the central kid. "The oinkers dun't kno whose done it or nuthing but this is our territory." There's a holler from the crowd of kids. "Righ! None does killins here, pecially our own! Tonight, no sleeps in your lil'beds or what, tonught we're on the streets. Gunna fin this wanker and show him whats what! The Shawnkills never let sumting like this go unavenged!" Another loud holler from the crowd. "Gets yaselves set up, tonught we dance on the streets of the Crest!" Another uproar of cheering before the group begins to slowly disperse.
-Elsewhere-
Oliver, finally drying his tears, leaves his hovel of a room and returns to his mothers. It's still a mess, the rummaging for sellable items leaving it in a state of chaos. He takes a look at the dingy photograph in his hand, one of him and his mother from a few years ago. Sniffing, he takes out a gray dirty cloth from a shirt pocket, carefully opening it, revealing something shiny and golden. He places the photo over the golden objects and covers them back up.
Putting the cloth back in his shirt pocket, Oliver returns to the hall where he lifts up the grimy box filled with some of his mothers things and leaves the flat. Closing the front door with his foot, he walks down the stairs and onto the street, heading for the pawn shop. The only way he can now afford to continue living in the tiny bit of squalor he has.
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Post by Lillith on Sept 21, 2008 16:58:27 GMT -5
(OOC: just thought I'd warn you, I'm leaving now, and I'll be gone tomorrow for a funeral)
::Melanie's beady eye watches Oliver leave before she takes to the skies to find Lillith::
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Post by Oliver on Sept 21, 2008 17:00:15 GMT -5
((Ah no worries, been going kinda slow with Galeon's attack going on. Once thats through, get a little more busy with this))
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Post by Oliver on Sept 23, 2008 0:50:59 GMT -5
-Later that night-
"Yo!"
Once again, the older kid summons his gang at his side.
"We gonna be lukin for anythin suspicus. See sumthin not right, get the others and get tha bastard! Wan whoeva did thiss ear, hear me? Good, now get out there!"
Another cheer from the crowd of kids, armed with various instruments. From clubs, knives, chains, to strange concoctions of crude home-made weapons. They disperse, walking off to various areas of the Crest and surrounding areas.
However, Oliver is nowhere to be seen.
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Post by Lillith on Sept 23, 2008 1:11:00 GMT -5
::Lillith walks the streets alone, already ignoring the Constable's advice. She whispers to Melanie::
Are you sure he went this way? Try flying over head again. See if you can find him. I'm warning you though, he's a slippery one.
::Melanie takes off. Lillith rounds the corner and hears the sounds of makeshift weapons clanking together. She hugs the wall of the building closest to her and sidles near the corner for a better look::
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Post by Kerion on Sept 23, 2008 12:43:27 GMT -5
*Unknown to Lillith, she was quietly being tailed. Kerion was hired by the constable to keep an eye on her, make sure nothing bad happen to her. He reamins hidden, watching her actions*
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Post by Oliver on Sept 23, 2008 19:29:52 GMT -5
After sometime into the night, with nothing more then a few drunks and the generic sounds of street life, it appears that perhaps the murderer won't strike again. Yet just before midnight, several yells erupt from an alley near the entrance to the Crest, not far from the murder scene.
Three young gang members come bolting out, one dropping their makeshift weapon, as the brush past Lillith. They look truly frightened out of their skin as they run back into the heart of the Crest, calling presumably for their leader.
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Post by Lillith on Sept 23, 2008 19:43:00 GMT -5
::Lillith jumps out of the way of the retreating gang members::
Well that was a little easier than I thought.
::Her fingers start to charge with electricity as she nears the entrance of the crest, bracing herself for whatever she might find. Thanks to her air magic, her boots make almost no noise on the ground::
(OOC: Sorry. Off to work. Should be back in four to five hours)
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Post by Situation on Sept 23, 2008 19:48:37 GMT -5
Following the path that the boys had run from, leads Lillith to a dark and remote alcove near the corner of a street market and some tenement homes. There, illuminated by the flickering gas-lamp on the corner, is the body of a woman. Her dress ravaged, dingy and bloody. From the corner of her mouth pools blood but most disturbing of all is the empty sockets in her face where once her eyes were, now popped out and missing. The murder looks fresh, yet no sign of the culprit at first glance. Lillith must of just missed them by no more then a few minutes.
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Post by Lillith on Sept 23, 2008 19:53:23 GMT -5
::Lillith can hear Melanie flapping her wings just above her. The raven lands on the rooftop and looks down at her::
Did you see anything?
::The bird shakes her head::
Fly ahead. Find him. He can't have gotten far.
::She looks back at the body and it takes every ounce of her strength not to be sick. She decides it would be best to inform the police, but she doesn't know how to do that without getting off the killer's trail. She decides on firing a bolt of lightning into the sky as a signal flare, before taking off after her target on foot::
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Post by Oliver on Sept 24, 2008 0:08:53 GMT -5
From the dark corner between the stoops of two tenement buildings, Oliver emerges after having watched Lillith run off. He quickly crosses the street to see what caused her and the few fellow gang member to become so sick and scarred. Once seeing the sight, he quickly turns and relinquishes his stomach's contents. "Bloody a..."
Sheepishly, Oliver turns back to the body and slowly approaches it.
"Is... this wha happen to mum?"
He steps back, eyes starting to water as the gravity of the situation becomes apparent to him. He turns and runs off down the street, crying softly to himself, wiping away the tears with the length of his sleeve.
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Post by Lillith on Sept 26, 2008 0:14:20 GMT -5
::Lillith's efforts to track the killer prove unsuccessful, and after awhile she decides to head back to the crime scene. Surely the police were there by now. While slowed to a walking pace, she's a little more aware of her surroundings. That's when she hears subtle movement around the corner in front of her. She's changed direction by now, meaning that until recently, whoever is around the corner was following her. She sidles along the wall, still using her air magic to stifle her footsteps. Once she's at the edge of the wall she casts a second air spell to pummel the ground repeatedly. To anyone listening it would sound like footsteps taking off at a run in the other direction. As she expected, someone rounds the corner in pursuit. Poor guy doesn't see her and this allows her to grab him at the nape of his neck and give him a jolt. It's low voltage, but it's enough to make him lose control of his nervous system for that moment. Kerion goes down. Lillith places her boot over the sharpshooter's chest and bends down, pointing her dagger at his throat::
You have three seconds to tell me who you are and why you're following me.
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Post by Oliver on Sept 26, 2008 1:36:14 GMT -5
--Back at Oliver's flat--
Oliver sits alone, on the corner of his bed in a dimly lit room. Only the flicker of a oil lantern is his companion in this desolate place filled the memories of a life once lived. His eyes are red from the tears of earlier, his nose still slightly runny and he sniffs every so often. In his hands, he wraps some cloth tightly around the jagged blade of a worn and beaten piece of metal, made sharp by the constant sliding against stone.
"Not gonna cry no more." He wipes his eyes with his sleeve before returning back to making his shank. "Not til i getch whoeve been doin this." Inspecting the weapon, checking its strength and sturdiness for any slight give, finding none he places it beside him. "Gonna pay for me mum." He spins around on the bed and lays down, propping his head up with his arms as he stares at the ceiling. The images of the poor murdered woman still haunting him, juxtaposed with that of the face of his mother. He rolls over onto his side, tucking his legs up to his stomach. "Gonna find him... gonna find him... gonna find him..." These thoughts running through his brain as he slowly drifts off to a troubled and nightmare riddled sleep.
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Post by Kerion on Sept 26, 2008 12:38:07 GMT -5
*Kerion was quietly fallowing Lillith, but sees she moving abit faster. But as he sees she dissapeared, he feels a shock pass through him before feeling her dagger pointed at his throat*
You have three seconds to tell me who you are and why you're following me.
*Kerion's breathing evens out, even though he had a dagger at his throat* "I'm sorry for that, but I was hired to tail you by the constable, to make sure nothing happened to you. You weren't even suppose to know I was there."
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Post by Lillith on Sept 26, 2008 14:09:01 GMT -5
::Lillith's eyes narrow. She's still not a hundred percent sure she believes Kerion, but either way she's furious::
Get up.
::She keeps the knife on Kerion as he gets back to his feet::
If that's true, then I guess you wouldn't mind heading back with me to the crime scene. The police can resolve this pretty easily. If you're telling the truth, fine. If not, they can handle you. Now get moving and keep your hands on your head.
::Kerion seems hesitant, so she fires a small bolt of electricity at his feet, forcing him to jump::
Now!
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Post by Situation on Sept 27, 2008 3:04:51 GMT -5
By the time Lillith makes it back to the crime scene where the woman was murdered, the police have things pretty much wrapped up. She and her hostage are directed back to HQ. Back in the office, Lillith is redirected yet again to the office upstairs, occupied by one of the higher ups. The constable explains.
"The Captain would like a word with you.
The sorceress and the sharpshooter are admitted inside. The officer they were sent to sits in a high-backed leather chair. Its back is to them, so it prevents them from seeing him. He doesn't even bother to turn around as he speaks to them with a rather pompous British accent.
"Sorceress Lillith, I see you've met your partner."
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Post by Lillith on Sept 27, 2008 3:08:08 GMT -5
(OOC: Can it really be called a British accent if Britain doesn't exist in this world?)
::Lillith, still holding Kerion with her knife at his back, decides that the captain has confirmed his story and releases him. Then she lays into the officer with zeal::
Where the hell do you get off hiring protection to tail me without telling me first?! Who do you think you are?!
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