Sleepy Hollow IC (Accepting see OOC)

[Imperialisium]

Katrina von Auguste

Katrina accepted the loss of her phone, she probably would have been unable to look at it anyways, she'd definitely need to see a psychiatrist after the events of today. She was an average small town girl. This was way beyond what she could possibly imagine. This sort of thing was what happened in the movies, in some inner city ghetto, or an average day in Detroit. Owen's reassuring words caused Katrina to feel a bit safer with her surroundings. She relaxed here shoulders and began sipping the Shirley temple again.

That was when a man in bloody clothes came into the Hilltop Inn. Patrons glanced at the fellow with looks of horror, discomfort, or awkwardness. A boy is gruesomely murdered in your town and then a total stranger wearing bloody clothes walks into what pretty much is the communal bar?! A bit of a coincidence one might assume. Katrina flicked her eyes at Owen, Iggy, and then eyed the person sitting next to her. It was just so fitting, way to much, in Katrina's mind this guy was the killer or someone who should be brought to the Sheriffs for questioning as a prime suspect.

"Jonah...that was his name. The boy who got murdered." Katrina's voice failed momentarily as she turned to face the stranger. "Who...who are you?"

An accusatory tone traced Katrina's words as she looked at the man who was not far older than herself. If this man was the killer than he was the dumbest murderer in the history of murderers; if he wasn't then the amount of irony here was so damn full to bursting it was like life had to be playing a sick joke.

Lukas "Luke" Kasymir

Luke looked at disbelief at the Fate. Not in disbelief of what Allister had told him, but that he described someone Luke knew quite well, perhaps not personally but of her presence in Sleepy Hollow. Mary, the town's resident highborn vampires, sired by the Lord of all Vampires himself. Once upon a time she went by Czyne, but that was many an age ago, and now she went by Mary Grey. Mary since her coming to Sleepy Hollow had abided by the One Rule. Never breaching the Hollow Peace to Luke's knowledge, and Luke knew that if she did it would make waves if she was found out, the other Vampires in North America wouldn't like the attention that much. That much he was sure. The Hollow Peace had its benefits economically for everyone involved and offered a sense of security to humans and supernaturals a like. Granted the extreme majority of humans were entirely oblivious to the Hollow Peace and supernatural creatures in general. Yes, Mary has been a quiet if known Sleepy Hollow denizen since the 1950's, and while living on the outskirts Luke had known of her existence for quite some time.

Luke glanced about himself, at anyone who would have followed him up the stairs, and then back to Allister. "I thank you kindly for your services. I have a social appointment I must now make." Luke snapped his fingers and he disappeared. He was there, then at what sounded like a brief flutter of wings, he was gone.

Mary Grey Mansion

The Mansion was well warded, the brief flutter of wings, and a man dressed in black now stood before the threshold of the Mansion's gated property. Glancing at the layers of defenses, Mary was always the cautious type, "Mary...you wound me." He muttered under his breadth as he took a step to the threshold. Placing a finger on the ground he closed his eyes. The invisible warding around the residence rapidly began to unravel. Luke muttered under his breadth once more, "Don't worry love, that was only temporary, I hate property damage." Luke vanished in a blink.

Luke looked at the walls of Mary's foyer. Looking back at the door. He took a step forward but found he couldn't. Looking down his eyes pierced the floorboards to the blood drawn devils trap spell. "Oh Mary...such a flirt." Luke looked about himself and raised his voice, "Ms. Grey, fancy a talk? Preferably before Deputy Earp arrives all gung-ho!"

Lucardo's

LUCARDO'S BAKERY AND DELICATESSEN
Family Owned and Operated since 1862

Well that family was now one short as Tara peaked in. The scuffling of feet came from inside. The closed sign about the door. A woman with red puffy eyes came strolling up to Tara. A brown haired woman in her early fifties. Sarah Lucardo, wife of Giuseppe Lucardo IV, and fifth generation Baker at the family business. Jonah was his middle child technically speaking. The Lucardo's had five children overall. Giuseppe 'Guy' Lucardo V was the eldest and aged 32. Guy had left Sleepy Hollow ten years ago and serves in the US Navy. Then there was Alicia Lucardo, aged 30, who had relocated to New York City as an accountant. Jonah Lucardo was the middle child at age 22, slightly older than Katrina, and long time friends. The last two where a set of twin sons Carlo and Galdo who attended a boarding school in New Hampshire.

"Deputy Cropper? Yes...yes come in." Sarah ushered Tara into the bakery shop. the high end breads, delicacy treats, and specialty baked goods were all covered up. It was a good bakery, well meaning to its customers, and fair priced for excellent artisan skill that went into every baked good. "Giuseppe is out of town in New York City visiting Alicia, he...he doesn't know yet." Obviously Sarah had broke down crying all day. It was a miracle Cropper hadn't found her languid on the floor surrounded by a landfill's worth of tissues.

Sarah eased down onto a booth where people would normally eat sandwiches or enjoy desserts.

[Segmentia]

The Grey Residence

It was a modest mansion, built of finely maintained red bricks that contrasted splendidly with the green of the forests that surrounded it. Vampires like Mary valued their privacy after all, so the mansion was found set deep in the woods outside the town, a long winding drive that passed a few other brick homes set back from the road, the homes of servants and ground keepers employed by Mary. She even had a decently sized security team well trained to deal with any possible attackers, be they human or something far more. A vampire who did not protect themselves when they slept was not long for the world. All in all it was a rather large piece of property, and a rather modest way of showing off the immense wealth Mary had been able to accumulate in her several centuries of unlife. The inside of the mansion was well decorated, showing off artifacts or all sorts in its main rooms, with several rooms for servants, guests, and other things a house of the sort needed, such as an armory and a top of the line security suite that monitored much of the grounds day in and day out.

This evening Mary found herself in her private study and lounging room, the delightful tones of Mozart's Requiem on vinyl filling the room, adding to the rich dark oak walls and floors. All in all a delightful evening of solitude. She knew something was amiss when she felt the wards that she had in place around her home were being lifted, if slightly, though it was far from some sort of attack, more like someone was just slipping past them, a moment later she smirked as she felt her devils trap snag the intruder, one of many such blood traps her home was defended by.

In the foyer Lukas was not alone for long. Four well dressed men entered from doors to the left and right of the foyer, security guards, though their weapons were well hidden. They made no move, awaiting orders no doubt, but before anything else happened a large double door right ahead of Lukas opened, a tall, well-postured middle aged man standing there, dressed in the traditional garb of a butler.

"Ah, Master Lukas. I had suspected it might have been you." The man, Lukas would know him by the name of Richard Thurston, was Mary's butler, and a high trained hunter of the supernatural. He walked forward in steady, measured steps. "Apologies for the inconvenience." He said as he stopped before Lukas and handed him a ring. "That will allow you to pass this devils trap. If you will follow me, I shall take you to Miss Grey." He said and turned on his heel, leading the way through the mansion, the four security guards falling in behind he and Lukas. Before long they reached a fine door which Richard opened and motioned for Lukas to enter.

"Shall I fetch you any refreshments, Master Lukas?" He asked as he walked in behind him.

Mary looked up from the book she was reading with a slightly annoyed. "You could have just called, Lukas." She said, picking up a wine glass and pouring a rich red liquid that certainly was not wine into a wine glass. "Please, have a seat." She offered, gesturing to a fine high-back green leather and red oak chair.

After that group had left it wasn't long before there was another knock at the door, but this time there were security guards waiting in the foyer, the cameras and patrols having caught sight of the old truck long before it had gotten even halfway up the drive. One of the guards opened the right side door but blocked entry.

"Can I help you, sir?" He asked politely though his tone was serious.

[Patrick OConner]

Earp sighed in relief that someone had finally answered the door.
"Deputy Earp here to see Miss Grey. It is important that I speak with her as soon as possible. It is about the murder in town. Someone is trying to frame her. Oh, and a party of one as well."
Earp peers around and into the foyer and smiles at the security.
"Nice decor. Miss Grey has good taste."

[Laurvier]

James Aubert
Crime Scene

Camera in hand, James walked back to where Jonah Lucardo was found. It would look strange, a lawyer taking pictures of a crime scene. However he would explain it as preemptive research. Perhaps a defendant would turn up that needed counselling or the Lucardo's would hire him out as a family lawyer to sue for wrongful death. He walked into the alleyway and began to make his customary inspections. Things that any conventionally trained detective or forensic technician would do. This involved walk around, inspecting various pieces of litter to inspect and looking at the nearby rooftops to see where the best vantage point was to his location. He inspected the surrounding buildings, took pictures of things like the bloodstains and rifled through a nearby dumpster after putting on some gloves. The high definition camera clicked each time. Of course it was digital. James was no dinosaur. Next he scrapped some of the dried blood off the ground and put it away in a vial. There were some rudimentary tests one could do that involved basic magic. It did not say much but it help put him on the right path. James did not consider himself a sorcerer. A real sorcerer would probably laugh at his level of expertise but he did know a thing or two and was learning steadily. Being an Inquisitor was not an exact trade. There were the fundamentals but every Inquisitor had a different approach and set of skills they were taught by their mentors. There was not exactly an academy they went to. Or was there? James thought. If there was, he was not privy to their teachings. James's father who trained him had limited knowledge of magic. Therefore James took it upon himself to learn more about magical spells, rituals, theories and concepts. Although finding materials to study was the hard part. He also wondered how other hunters and inquisitors felt about using sorcery. He figured logic decreed that if they were to effectively combat magic and the supernatural, they would have to learn how to use it themselves.

Finally James took a careful glance around to see who was watching. Using a bit of chalk, he inscribed a glyph on the ground where Lucardo had been found then quietly said a few mantras to see what color it would turn. Most of his knowledge in sorcery involved the use of glyphs. Depending on the color it would glow, the glyph would reveal something James could go on. A light yellow meant that a magical being, something not human, had been here. This could darken from orange to red, green all the way to a deep purple depending on how powerful a creature it was or how much magic was used in the area. A larger magical signature would do that would make the glow darker. Although the creature, if one was here, could have been here too long ago leaving their trace too weak or completely gone. Time was of the essence for this kind of magic. There were also ways of masking the signature. Something told him however that if this was of the supernatural, the culprit did not care to bother with such precautions. They were trying to send a message.

If only James could get a trace he may be able to link the specific magical signature to do a tracking spell. That would not lead to the killer but perhaps to Jonah Lucardo's true place of death and he could go from there. Somewhere out in the woods by the look of the picture. A violent death like that would make a strong enough vibrations in the magical aura of the world. Like a rock thrown into a pond creating ripples. Unfortunately death and magic use happened all the time. Pinpointing a specific signature or event was a difficult task.

[Aghrabia]

Katrina von Auguste

Katrina accepted the loss of her phone, she probably would have been unable to look at it anyways, she'd definitely need to see a psychiatrist after the events of today. She was an average small town girl. This was way beyond what she could possibly imagine. This sort of thing was what happened in the movies, in some inner city ghetto, or an average day in Detroit. Owen's reassuring words caused Katrina to feel a bit safer with her surroundings. She relaxed here shoulders and began sipping the Shirley temple again.

That was when a man in bloody clothes came into the Hilltop Inn. Patrons glanced at the fellow with looks of horror, discomfort, or awkwardness. A boy is gruesomely murdered in your town and then a total stranger wearing bloody clothes walks into what pretty much is the communal bar?! A bit of a coincidence one might assume. Katrina flicked her eyes at Owen, Iggy, and then eyed the person sitting next to her. It was just so fitting, way to much, in Katrina's mind this guy was the killer or someone who should be brought to the Sheriffs for questioning as a prime suspect.

"Jonah...that was his name. The boy who got murdered." Katrina's voice failed momentarily as she turned to face the stranger. "Who...who are you?"

An accusatory tone traced Katrina's words as she looked at the man who was not far older than herself. If this man was the killer than he was the dumbest murderer in the history of murderers; if he wasn't then the amount of irony here was so damn full to bursting it was like life had to be playing a sick joke.

"Hmmm, Jonah, a nice name," he looked at the girl as she said. "Me? The name's Aaron Bishop, or so I've been told. I just got into town, actually. Sorry for how I look currently, I got attacked by a motorcycle gang just after I left Syracuse- it's a mixture of mine and their blood." He grimaced and drunk some more.
"And by the way, don't think I'm the murderer, I'm not a complete idiot." He sighed and turned back to his drink, messing around with his fingers. "So I've introduced myself, what about you guys?"

[Altito Asmoro]

Alicia Hermann, Hilltop Inn

To be fair for her, she has almost nothing to do. Consultation of security had been scheduled, and inspecting security, too. But not on this day. Today, she investigating the murder case, if it means it has something to do with her family, her werewolves family...well, it means this is not a good sign of her life. Hilltop Inn, is just that, an inn. Perhaps it has something deeper than that, but who knows. She doesn't really knows the supernatural connections and its community within Sleepy Hollow being a foreigner and new resident and all.

She parked her car and put her shotgun at the trunk. She probably has to take a room in the inn for this night. Making sure things safe, or just patrolling. Not a deputy, but something about her line of work in security and being a former police does sure help her case. Handgun hidden beneath her jacket, she went into the inn as she opened the door.

Only to found someone bloodied in front of her...

Katrina von Auguste

Katrina accepted the loss of her phone, she probably would have been unable to look at it anyways, she'd definitely need to see a psychiatrist after the events of today. She was an average small town girl. This was way beyond what she could possibly imagine. This sort of thing was what happened in the movies, in some inner city ghetto, or an average day in Detroit. Owen's reassuring words caused Katrina to feel a bit safer with her surroundings. She relaxed here shoulders and began sipping the Shirley temple again.

That was when a man in bloody clothes came into the Hilltop Inn. Patrons glanced at the fellow with looks of horror, discomfort, or awkwardness. A boy is gruesomely murdered in your town and then a total stranger wearing bloody clothes walks into what pretty much is the communal bar?! A bit of a coincidence one might assume. Katrina flicked her eyes at Owen, Iggy, and then eyed the person sitting next to her. It was just so fitting, way to much, in Katrina's mind this guy was the killer or someone who should be brought to the Sheriffs for questioning as a prime suspect.

"Jonah...that was his name. The boy who got murdered." Katrina's voice failed momentarily as she turned to face the stranger. "Who...who are you?"

An accusatory tone traced Katrina's words as she looked at the man who was not far older than herself. If this man was the killer than he was the dumbest murderer in the history of murderers; if he wasn't then the amount of irony here was so damn full to bursting it was like life had to be playing a sick joke.

"Hmmm, Jonah, a nice name," he looked at the girl as she said. "Me? The name's Aaron Bishop, or so I've been told. I just got into town, actually. Sorry for how I look currently, I got attacked by a motorcycle gang just after I left Syracuse- it's a mixture of mine and their blood." He grimaced and drunk some more.
"And by the way, don't think I'm the murderer, I'm not a complete idiot." He sighed and turned back to his drink, messing around with his fingers. "So I've introduced myself, what about you guys?"

"Sir, are you alright? Maybe I can bring you to nearest...medical place, here," said Alicia, who approached the man slowly from behind.

[Aghrabia]

Alicia Hermann, Hilltop Inn

To be fair for her, she has almost nothing to do. Consultation of security had been scheduled, and inspecting security, too. But not on this day. Today, she investigating the murder case, if it means it has something to do with her family, her werewolves family...well, it means this is not a good sign of her life. Hilltop Inn, is just that, an inn. Perhaps it has something deeper than that, but who knows. She doesn't really knows the supernatural connections and its community within Sleepy Hollow being a foreigner and new resident and all.

She parked her car and put her shotgun at the trunk. She probably has to take a room in the inn for this night. Making sure things safe, or just patrolling. Not a deputy, but something about her line of work in security and being a former police does sure help her case. Handgun hidden beneath her jacket, she went into the inn as she opened the door.

Only to found someone bloodied in front of her...

"Hmmm, Jonah, a nice name," he looked at the girl as she said. "Me? The name's Aaron Bishop, or so I've been told. I just got into town, actually. Sorry for how I look currently, I got attacked by a motorcycle gang just after I left Syracuse- it's a mixture of mine and their blood." He grimaced and drunk some more.
"And by the way, don't think I'm the murderer, I'm not a complete idiot." He sighed and turned back to his drink, messing around with his fingers. "So I've introduced myself, what about you guys?"

"Sir, are you alright? Maybe I can bring you to nearest...medical place, here," said Alicia, who approached the man slowly from behind.

"What?" he was slightly startled by this, he wasn't expecting anyone to talk to him from behind. "Oh, right, no I'm fine. I got into a bit of a fight, is all, I'm all healed up now." He smiled, turning around, waving a little. "Hi, I believe we haven't met, I'm Aaron- what's your name?" He continued drinking his whiskey, finishing it and putting it down on the bar behind him.

[Prusselanden]

Alicia Hermann, Hilltop Inn

To be fair for her, she has almost nothing to do. Consultation of security had been scheduled, and inspecting security, too. But not on this day. Today, she investigating the murder case, if it means it has something to do with her family, her werewolves family...well, it means this is not a good sign of her life. Hilltop Inn, is just that, an inn. Perhaps it has something deeper than that, but who knows. She doesn't really knows the supernatural connections and its community within Sleepy Hollow being a foreigner and new resident and all.

She parked her car and put her shotgun at the trunk. She probably has to take a room in the inn for this night. Making sure things safe, or just patrolling. Not a deputy, but something about her line of work in security and being a former police does sure help her case. Handgun hidden beneath her jacket, she went into the inn as she opened the door.

Only to found someone bloodied in front of her...



"Sir, are you alright? Maybe I can bring you to nearest...medical place, here," said Alicia, who approached the man slowly from behind.

"What?" he was slightly startled by this, he wasn't expecting anyone to talk to him from behind. "Oh, right, no I'm fine. I got into a bit of a fight, is all, I'm all healed up now." He smiled, turning around, waving a little. "Hi, I believe we haven't met, I'm Aaron- what's your name?" He continued drinking his whiskey, finishing it and putting it down on the bar behind him.

"Aaron, huh? You must be pretty damn tough to survive being attacked by people like the Hell's Angels." Iggy muttered to herself behind the counter, though not quietly. She picked up his glass.
"You want any more or is that all it?"

[Aghrabia]

"Aaron, huh? You must be pretty damn tough to survive being attacked by people like the Hell's Angels." Iggy muttered to herself behind the counter, though not quietly. She picked up his glass.
"You want any more or is that all it?"

"I'm not too bad, nothing special," he laughed. "That's it, thanks for the alcohol- how much do I owe ya?" He opened the gym bag and took out a hundred dollar bill. " That'd about cover it, right?"

[Prusselanden]

"Aaron, huh? You must be pretty damn tough to survive being attacked by people like the Hell's Angels." Iggy muttered to herself behind the counter, though not quietly. She picked up his glass.
"You want any more or is that all it?"

"I'm not too bad, nothing special," he laughed. "That's it, thanks for the alcohol- how much do I owe ya?" He opened the gym bag and took out a hundred dollar bill. " That'd about cover it, right?"

She started to scrub the glass and went back to the counter when finished.
"That was about 20 bucks worth of whiskey. A whole bottle." She took the 100 and gave him back 80 dollars worth of change, putting the cash in the register.
"Here." she handed the change over to him.

[Dyelli Beybi]

LUCARDO'S BAKERY AND DELICATESSEN
Family Owned and Operated since 1862

Well that family was now one short as Tara peaked in. The scuffling of feet came from inside. The closed sign about the door. A woman with red puffy eyes came strolling up to Tara. A brown haired woman in her early fifties. Sarah Lucardo, wife of Giuseppe Lucardo IV, and fifth generation Baker at the family business. Jonah was his middle child technically speaking. The Lucardo's had five children overall. Giuseppe 'Guy' Lucardo V was the eldest and aged 32. Guy had left Sleepy Hollow ten years ago and serves in the US Navy. Then there was Alicia Lucardo, aged 30, who had relocated to New York City as an accountant. Jonah Lucardo was the middle child at age 22, slightly older than Katrina, and long time friends. The last two where a set of twin sons Carlo and Galdo who attended a boarding school in New Hampshire.

"Deputy Cropper? Yes...yes come in." Sarah ushered Tara into the bakery shop. the high end breads, delicacy treats, and specialty baked goods were all covered up. It was a good bakery, well meaning to its customers, and fair priced for excellent artisan skill that went into every baked good. "Giuseppe is out of town in New York City visiting Alicia, he...he doesn't know yet." Obviously Sarah had broke down crying all day. It was a miracle Cropper hadn't found her languid on the floor surrounded by a landfill's worth of tissues.

Sarah eased down onto a booth where people would normally eat sandwiches or enjoy desserts.

"You won't remember me, but I used to come here sometimes as a child." Tara remarked, "My family had a farm out of town and we'd sometimes come in for supplies."

She sat down in the booth opposite Mrs Lucardo, laying her cap down on the table before pulling out a notebook. As much as possible, she wanted to do things by the book, "I am very sorry for your loss." She continued quite earnestly, "For what it is worth I promise you that there will be justice in this case, no matter how long it takes."

"There are a few things I need to ask you." She added. She hated this - making the recently bereaved answer questions, but it was important, especially if she were to have any hope of preventing further tragedy, "The first is to formally identify the body, which we can do after this. The second is, more generally to let me know if there is any reason, no matter how petty or bizarre, that someone might have targetted your son?"

Everything about this killing was so staged. The killer was a performer before a horrified audience. Tara was nearly certain the victim would have been selected for some reason. Whether Mrs Lucardo could help with that was another question; "If you can't think of a reason, perhaps there has been a change in behaviour? A new person in his life?"

[Nuridia]

Earp sighed in relief that someone had finally answered the door.
"Deputy Earp here to see Miss Grey. It is important that I speak with her as soon as possible. It is about the murder in town. Someone is trying to frame her. Oh, and a party of one as well."
Earp peers around and into the foyer and smiles at the security.
"Nice decor. Miss Grey has good taste."

"Ah, it's alright." Ariel said, shrugging. They were still standing outside of this opulent mansion, the buildings in Heaven were much finer than this, and way more tasteful in her opinion. Not to say that it wasn't a beautiful building, she just thought it over the top.

[Altito Asmoro]

Alicia Hermann, Hilltop Inn

To be fair for her, she has almost nothing to do. Consultation of security had been scheduled, and inspecting security, too. But not on this day. Today, she investigating the murder case, if it means it has something to do with her family, her werewolves family...well, it means this is not a good sign of her life. Hilltop Inn, is just that, an inn. Perhaps it has something deeper than that, but who knows. She doesn't really knows the supernatural connections and its community within Sleepy Hollow being a foreigner and new resident and all.

She parked her car and put her shotgun at the trunk. She probably has to take a room in the inn for this night. Making sure things safe, or just patrolling. Not a deputy, but something about her line of work in security and being a former police does sure help her case. Handgun hidden beneath her jacket, she went into the inn as she opened the door.

Only to found someone bloodied in front of her...



"Sir, are you alright? Maybe I can bring you to nearest...medical place, here," said Alicia, who approached the man slowly from behind.

"What?" he was slightly startled by this, he wasn't expecting anyone to talk to him from behind. "Oh, right, no I'm fine. I got into a bit of a fight, is all, I'm all healed up now." He smiled, turning around, waving a little. "Hi, I believe we haven't met, I'm Aaron- what's your name?" He continued drinking his whiskey, finishing it and putting it down on the bar behind him.

"I'm...I'm Alicia," said Alicia as she lowered her readiness on Aaron. Hmm, this guy seems to be...well, bloodied, but mostly fine. Perhaps he hides something beneath this exterior? This being Sleepy Hollow, a town with its fair share of secrets among the citizens, it would be hardly weird for them to not have secrets, even with newcomers like him or foreigners like her...

"So, how do you come to here?" asked Alicia, waited a while for him to paid the whiskey. "Any reasons?"

[Imperialisium]

Katrina von Auguste

Even though the man seemed honest, Katrina couldn't shake the feeling their was something off about him, something off putting she couldn't quite get at but never the less rebounded in her gut. Maybe it was the timing, maybe it was just appearance, or all of the above. She could not really care nor tell at this point. It was a smorgass board of bad vibes through out town today. But the guy's tone of voice did not betray any since of immediate danger. Perhaps if she played along she'd know more about him.

"Name is Katrina von Auguste. Can call me Katrina or Kat if you want." Katrina finished her Shirley temple and rapped her fingers on the bar for a refill. While yes, a younger than 21 year old at a bar was odd, but it was a small town. People knew each other. Unbeknownst to Katrina the supernatural community if not tight knit had at least a lot of interactions with each other. Some groups where rather turfy, others pretty mellow, not that Katrina knew any of this. But for the human population it was like any other town.

Lukas "Luke" Kasymir

"No thank you," said Luke to the Butler. A likable fellow if you didn't know the background of the man who was Ms. Grey's butler. it may be unnerving for guests to know that the Butler is trained to kill. Luke however, was well versed in Lady Grey's mannerisms, and found that she'd be quite odd without her Butler companion. It completed the aristocratic vampires stereotype in Luke's mind. Dracula's ilk seemed loathe to be anywhere but in the most fanciful of comforts.

"Normally I would have. But, the development today, I must say requires a personal touch." Luke took a few steps to the closed windows. "Mozart...pompous fellow." Luke muttered at he turned back to Mary. Speaking louder and clearly, "The Lucardo's middle child, Jonah, was found eviscerated this morning by the Zelles. Bites on the neck and lack of copious amounts of blood---you wouldn't have any inkling what that would be on about would you?"

While Luke was reasonably sure Mary would have no reason to go after the Baker's boy let alone kill anyone in Sleepy Hollow. It never hurt to check the bases, and even then Mary may have heard about something. Something in the vampire community perhaps, which, could provide a lead."

Lucardo's

LUCARDO'S BAKERY AND DELICATESSEN
Family Owned and Operated since 1862

Sarah was silent as Tara began, evidently too emotional for small talk, and simply cupped her hands in her lap. Head cast down. "It was him. I know it was." said Sarah, the Lucardo's evidently had not been aloof to the events pervading the town. Sarah continued as a tear rolled down her red cheeks, "There is no one that I can think of...Jonah had been away for a while visiting his sister in Brooklyn. Always a quiet but friendly boy. He'd mentioned something about joining the Heaven's Devils motorcycle club, I didn't think anything of it, he'd always been an enthusiast for riding. Last time I talked to him, yesterday, was that he was going to a rally out at the South end of the county line on the Kilkraine Farm."

To Humanity the Heaven's Devils where a large motorcycle game with a criminal past. But in the last twenty years they'd changed their image considerably. They where an entirely legit club that ran charities instead of drug deals. They even had a chapter in Sleepy Hollow which is where the club originated from before relocating their main base of operations to California. But to the supernatural community the Heaven's Devils had a fair number of vampires within their ranks. Highborns (Dracula's blood line), Strigoi, Lahmia's, any type of vampire that could walk during the day and appear perfectly human. Hell, it wasn't uncommon for them to live pretty normal lives. Sure, stay outside to much and you'd get what they call, 'sun-sickness,' which weakens them considerably and eventually kills them unless they recover in darkness. Even then most of the Vampires were rejects and rogues from their original covens. Finding family in the club and safety in numbers.

Then there was the matter of the Kilkraine farm. The Kilkraine Farm was owned by the Heaven's Devils as a rally site and private property for their events. It also would pop up in Vatican records twice; the first was in 1872 when the Kilkraines where murdered mysteriously in the barn, a case never solved, but the Vatican believed a supernatural had been involved; the second was in 1983 when a girl went missing there. No body was recovered. The Heaven's Devils purchased the property in 2002.

[Aghrabia]

"Thanks," he replied to Iggy, as he took the money and placed it into the gym bag he had placed on the floor. "You're a life saver."

"Hello Katrina, nice to meet you as well," he smiled good-naturedly. "As you know, I'm Aaron- I'm hazy on any details, so I wouldn't bother asking." He grimaced and turned away for a second, before smiling again and turning back. "It'd be nice to get to know you people better, seeing as I'm probably going to be in town for a while."

"Not much, really," Aaron sighed, turning towards Alicia. "Just a note. A clue as to my former life. I have no idea of what's going on and I'd honestly like some answers right now. Nothing makes much sense..." he fiddled around with his fingers. "Consider: you wake up in an alley, no idea where you are- or what's happening-what do you do? Add a note telling you to go to this town; now you have an option, so do you take it or what?" he grinned, then shrugged. "I took it- now I'm here."

[Altito Asmoro]

"Thanks," he replied to Iggy, as he took the money and placed it into the gym bag he had placed on the floor. "You're a life saver."

"Hello Katrina, nice to meet you as well," he smiled good-naturedly. "As you know, I'm Aaron- I'm hazy on any details, so I wouldn't bother asking." He grimaced and turned away for a second, before smiling again and turning back. "It'd be nice to get to know you people better, seeing as I'm probably going to be in town for a while."

"Not much, really," Aaron sighed, turning towards Alicia. "Just a note. A clue as to my former life. I have no idea of what's going on and I'd honestly like some answers right now. Nothing makes much sense..." he fiddled around with his fingers. "Consider: you wake up in an alley, no idea where you are- or what's happening-what do you do? Add a note telling you to go to this town; now you have an option, so do you take it or what?" he grinned, then shrugged. "I took it- now I'm here."

"Supernatural thing, I presume. But I don't those kind of...supernatural exist here. As far as I know, but then again I could be wrong," said Alicia, who took to the bar and found herself with a bottle of whiskey. "Perhaps you remember something when you came across this town? Maybe we, or I, can help you with that."

[Kerzacistan]

After having waited long enough Allister stood and appropriated a book on artificial life from one of his shelves before stepping to his closet. After spiffing himself up in a too black suit, matching shoes, and pulling his hair back, he idled outside of his store and turned right down the street, counting his steps calmly. As he reached his destination he turned towards the street and jumped into it disappearing in a small wave of light, gone mostly unnoticed before reappearing in the back manse of the Grey Estate in a similar flash. Having come through on his feet, and then loosing them from underneath himself, Dent was thrown flat where he sighed and laid for a few minutes, listening to the sounds of the wilderness. Righting himself and creakily brushing himself off, Allister walked up the small path towards one of the rear doors, reaching it in his own time as always. Knocking on the door three knolling times, he said almost conversationally with a smug tone, "Fate will not be denied."

[Laurvier]

James Aubert

The glyph turned purple which made his eyes widen. But something told him there were two magical signatures here. It was a feeling. In his studies of magic it was said that sometimes you would get these feelings when performing magic and to not ignore them. There were plenty at the crime scene and any one of them could have been a powerful being. That did not make them a murderer. James put a crystal, a piece of quartz, down into the glyph and began another mantra. He focused, isolating the lesser of the two. It had to have been sometime since the body was dumped. The weaker signature would be the more likely of the two to be a better lead.

Once the signature was embedded in the crystal James went back to his office and locked the door. He got out a piece of paper and a sharpie then began to draw another glyph with a sharpie. This was a tracking glyph. Not the best one out there he figured but the best one he knew of and could manage. It consisted of a circle which he carefully drew using a string attached to the sharpie. The circle ended up being off but it did not have to be perfect. Next, James etched marks in the circle where the hour markings of a clock would be. He drew a few more runes inside the circle then set the crystal down in the middle. Then came another mantra or spell. He said it over and over but it did not seem to be working. The spell would take a bit more focus. James sat back, took a deep breath and continued. It took another ten minutes for the spell to work. When it did, one of the markings on the glyph glowed green. That was a direction. James got out a compass from his desk drawer and checked to see which direction it was. South. He whispered. But the signal was weak and fading. Time was of the essence and he would have to move quickly to find it. He got out his phone and sent a text message.

To:Tara Cropper
From:James Aubert

I've got something. Finish up whatever you're doing quickly and meet me at my office.

[Dyelli Beybi]

Lucardo's

LUCARDO'S BAKERY AND DELICATESSEN
Family Owned and Operated since 1862

Sarah was silent as Tara began, evidently too emotional for small talk, and simply cupped her hands in her lap. Head cast down. "It was him. I know it was." said Sarah, the Lucardo's evidently had not been aloof to the events pervading the town. Sarah continued as a tear rolled down her red cheeks, "There is no one that I can think of...Jonah had been away for a while visiting his sister in Brooklyn. Always a quiet but friendly boy. He'd mentioned something about joining the Heaven's Devils motorcycle club, I didn't think anything of it, he'd always been an enthusiast for riding. Last time I talked to him, yesterday, was that he was going to a rally out at the South end of the county line on the Kilkraine Farm."

To Humanity the Heaven's Devils where a large motorcycle game with a criminal past. But in the last twenty years they'd changed their image considerably. They where an entirely legit club that ran charities instead of drug deals. They even had a chapter in Sleepy Hollow which is where the club originated from before relocating their main base of operations to California. But to the supernatural community the Heaven's Devils had a fair number of vampires within their ranks. Highborns (Dracula's blood line), Strigoi, Lahmia's, any type of vampire that could walk during the day and appear perfectly human. Hell, it wasn't uncommon for them to live pretty normal lives. Sure, stay outside to much and you'd get what they call, 'sun-sickness,' which weakens them considerably and eventually kills them unless they recover in darkness. Even then most of the Vampires were rejects and rogues from their original covens. Finding family in the club and safety in numbers.

Then there was the matter of the Kilkraine farm. The Kilkraine Farm was owned by the Heaven's Devils as a rally site and private property for their events. It also would pop up in Vatican records twice; the first was in 1872 when the Kilkraines where murdered mysteriously in the barn, a case never solved, but the Vatican believed a supernatural had been involved; the second was in 1983 when a girl went missing there. No body was recovered. The Heaven's Devils purchased the property in 2002.

Tara nodded, jotting down what Mrs Lucardo had said about the Heaven's Devils alongside a note of the time of the interview, "That is helpful." she said, though she didn't let on any of what was whirling through her mind.

She had been working on the assumption that no vampire would want the exposure, but what if one of them did? It was just as likely there was a vampire trying to undermine the peace as a human, the motivations were different. A human who feared the supernaturals might want the peace to break down as an excuse for extermination. A vampire might feel neutered by the peace, forced to live alongside the creatures it saw as prey. Perhaps it wanted to encourage its own kind to go back to their routes and start routinely hunting people?

She felt her phone buzz in her pocket and checked the message - Aubert. She doubted he would be contacting her about something frivolous. She tapped out a quick reply;

To: James Aubert
From: Tara Cropper

Wrapping up now. I will be right over.

Tara shifted in her chair, glancing momentarily out the window. Her headache was lifting and she was definitely feeling a lot less sensitive to the morning light, "I'm sorry Mrs Lucardo." she said, turning back, "but we might need to do the identification a little later. Something has just come up. Before I go though, I do have two more questions. First, would you mind if I had a look at the financial records for the business? I just want to be sure we have checked every avenue for possible suspects. Second, when was the last time you saw your son?"

[Segmentia]

The Grey Residence

Mary took another sip of her drink. "Yes, he rather was, wasn't he? That doesn't stop one from enjoying his works though." She said with a slight grin. She tilted her head as Lukas continued speaking, she had heard something about some sort of attack second hand from her butler, from one of his contacts in town. She smiled at Lukas's question. "Really now Lukas, would I be so careless? Well, I suppose I do have a history of it from time to time." She chuckled, but her face dropped into something more serious. "But no, the last humans I fed on directly were in Canada, last year. I wouldn't want to go breaking any rules now, would I? As for someone else, I can't say that I associate much with American vampires. I find them generally boorish group." She shrugged. "How many fang piercings were in the boys neck?" She asked idly.

The Foyer

"Miss Grey is currently indisposed. You can try back later or if you can wait in the foyer. You'll have to hand over your weapons or leave them in your truck." The guard said in a tone that left no room for negotiation.

[Patrick OConner]

The Grey Residence

Mary took another sip of her drink. "Yes, he rather was, wasn't he? That doesn't stop one from enjoying his works though." She said with a slight grin. She tilted her head as Lukas continued speaking, she had heard something about some sort of attack second hand from her butler, from one of his contacts in town. She smiled at Lukas's question. "Really now Lukas, would I be so careless? Well, I suppose I do have a history of it from time to time." She chuckled, but her face dropped into something more serious. "But no, the last humans I fed on directly were in Canada, last year. I wouldn't want to go breaking any rules now, would I? As for someone else, I can't say that I associate much with American vampires. I find them generally boorish group." She shrugged. "How many fang piercings were in the boys neck?" She asked idly.

The Foyer

"Miss Grey is currently indisposed. You can try back later or if you can wait in the foyer. You'll have to hand over your weapons or leave them in your truck." The guard said in a tone that left no room for negotiation.

Earp smiles
"Alright then."
Earp enters the foyer and walks over to a table and starts to disarm. Earp removes the two pistols and then the rifle followed by the bandoleer and belt followed by the huge bowie knife. Earp reaches into his pockets and pulls out first 1 then 2 then 3 eventaully 5 grenades of various types from flash bangs to frag grenades
"I like my pockets huge and deep." Remarks Earp at the looks from the people.
Earp removes a set large set throwing knives totaling 8. There edges gleam silver with a lethal light. Earp removes a set of two smaller semi automatic pistols and several spare clips for them, plus a pair of supressors for the pistols. With a flick of his right hand a small derringer flies out of his sleeve and into his hand. From his left sleeve, he flicks his hand and a large wooden silver tipped stake appears. He places that on the table. From his breasts pockets a pair of flasks are removed.
"I think I am forgetting something...."
Earp snaps his fingers and removes his hat from inside he pulls out a wire garrot and adds it to the pile.
"That is it. I will want ALL of it back. And do not touch the revolver and the lever action unless you wanna be cursed. So take me to your Mistress then good sir."

[Aghrabia]

"Supernatural thing, I presume. But I don't those kind of...supernatural exist here. As far as I know, but then again I could be wrong," said Alicia, who took to the bar and found herself with a bottle of whiskey. "Perhaps you remember something when you came across this town? Maybe we, or I, can help you with that."

Aaron smiled. "That'd be nice of you," he said, leaning on the bar. "What do you have in mind? I mean, it isn't as if random driving around town'll is the best idea ever- and I can't think of anything else." He chucked for a bit, but he decided to continue. "And the supernatural? The only thing I've encountered that's supernatural are biker gangs, werewolf biker gangs," he laughed, louder this time. "Of all the things you expect when you get up in the mornings. But this town seems stranger than it looks, so you never know..."

[Prusselanden]

"Supernatural thing, I presume. But I don't those kind of...supernatural exist here. As far as I know, but then again I could be wrong," said Alicia, who took to the bar and found herself with a bottle of whiskey. "Perhaps you remember something when you came across this town? Maybe we, or I, can help you with that."

Aaron smiled. "That'd be nice of you," he said, leaning on the bar. "What do you have in mind? I mean, it isn't as if random driving around town'll is the best idea ever- and I can't think of anything else." He chucked for a bit, but he decided to continue. "And the supernatural? The only thing I've encountered that's supernatural are biker gangs, werewolf biker gangs," he laughed, louder this time. "Of all the things you expect when you get up in the mornings. But this town seems stranger than it looks, so you never know..."

"Werewolves?" Ackerman's eyes suddenly changed color for a moment, from cold gray to a bronzy gold. However, she quickly composed herself and coughed, trying to ignore what just happened.
"Sorry...I meant where y'from, Herr Aaron? I may have forgotten..."
Dammit Iggy, control yourself!? You know how many hunters there are here right? You wanna get killed?

[The Magic Hobo]

3 Days Ago
"Nothing can ever be easy, huh?" Joshua thinks as he struggles to push his mattress up the stairs of the bar to his apartment. It was the last thing he needed to move before he could settle in and open up shop. However, due to some lack of foresight, he hadn't realized that the mattress was just slightly too large to fit through the doorway at the top of the stairs. The door itself was stopping his progress, the edge catching just enough that he'd need to take the door off. The idea irritated him slightly, but he knew it had to be done. Propping the bed against the wall, he went back downstairs.

"Toolbox... toolbox... god damn it, where did I put it?" He thinks, a slight grimace marring his otherwise very handsome features. He hadn't been there long, and hadn't bothered to introduce himself to any of the locals. Sleepy Hollow was a quiet little town from what he could gather, and it would be easy for him to disappear if necessary. Finally finding the toolbox, he rummages through it to find a flathead screwdriver and a small hammer. Walking back to the stairs, his prosthetic leg catches on a cord, and trips him. As he falls, he hits his head on the corner of the bar, and starts swearing profusely. He grabs a rag from by the register, and pushes it against the small gash in his head. It wasn't bleeding too badly, so he held it for a few minutes to stop the bleeding.

After he slapped a bandaid on, Josh walked back up the stairs and set about taking the door off. He wasn't looking forward to it, as it was a very large, very heavy door. He had to admit though, it unnerved him slightly. There were intricate carvings all over it, the likes of which he hadn't seen before, save the pentagram. I'll just throw a poster over it. he thinks, as he removes the bolts from the door. He was surprised at how heavy the door was, and trips backwards as the door crushes his prosthetic foot, pinning him against the wall.

"Oh you f---ing piece of sh-t..." He mutters as he pushes on the door and slams it into the wall opposite. The damn thing had almost flattened the foot, and he was irritated. He'd have to boil it to give it it's shape back. Josh mutters a few more curses, and gets back to work.

Present Day, The Whistlin' Dixie

Dressed in a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of pressed black pants, and a lit cigarette hanging lazily from his mouth Josh sat behind the bar. His feet rested on a stool, and he casually flipped through a copy of Popular Science. He heard a commotion earlier today, but opted to ignore it. He was alone in the bar, listening to some classic rock in the background. He looked up, past the "We're Open!" sign that hung from the window, took a sip from his Irish coffee and then returned to his magazine. "I just opened, they'll come. It's not like I had a grand opening, I just kinda opened up the doors and turned on the sign." he thinks to himself, hoping for customers.

[Prusselanden]

Liesle Ackerman
Liesle juggled more orders as some more customers came in for brunch, especially the mimosas and sometimes champagnes. She noticed many watching the crime scene from the windows with a morbid interest.
It's funny how humans can be just as cold-hearted and sick.
She filled a good amount of tall glasses, not even breaking a sweat from the increasing workload.