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by Laurvier » Sat Oct 08, 2016 1:18 pm
by Nuridia » Sat Oct 08, 2016 2:28 pm
Patrick OConner wrote:Earp's sharp eyes caught the movement of Lukas trying to hide something in his jacket.
"It is no use Mr. Luke trying to hide stuff. All of us is here know the truth so you might as well go ahead and let it out. I suspect we are all here for the same reason as well. So in the spirit of sharing, I got it on good authority that this was not the work of Heaven, not sure about the Vatican though. Them folks be crazy."
Suddenly the sound of a harmonica fills the room and Earp looks a little embarrassed. He pulls out his cell phone and opens it to reveal a grisly picture of Jonah dead mangled, and mostly intact. Earp looked shocked for a second. Then his face clouded with rage. With a snick he bit through his cigar and his teeth clacked together loudly and his mouth contorted into a snarl.
"Son of a bitch, look he is braggin and taunting us. He just forfeited his right to a trail, if I get to him first. He just signed his own death certificate." Earp growled in a low menacing voice.
by The Land of the Golden Blobfish » Sat Oct 08, 2016 3:02 pm
by Dyelli Beybi » Sat Oct 08, 2016 3:43 pm
Laurvier wrote:Aubert Legal Services
"You have a good head on your shoulders Tara. Camouflage is certainly one way to go about it. Unfortunately we're the hunters aren't we. Our job in the end is to seek, not to hide. But yes, we must do a bit of hiding ourselves from time to time." Said James as he put the document away and examined her card for a moment. "Bullheaded agents have their uses. They're good for drawing out the enemy. Showing us what we're up against. Anyways, I will draft a report on your false narrative and file it away." He told her.
"Those are all sound hypotheses but that's all they are for now. Go ahead and follow up on any leads you have for the moment and keep me in the loop. I would concentrate on whether this was a random victim or a targeted killing. Whether the Lucardo boy was part of a specific group the murderer was trying to intimidate. That should narrow down the possibilities. I will be conducting my own investigation as I am able." James mused. "If you can, get me copies of the books and ledgers of this Lucardo bakery would you? I like to be thorough. The devil is always in the details as they say."
by Patrick OConner » Sat Oct 08, 2016 9:26 pm
by Kerzacistan » Sun Oct 09, 2016 11:54 am
by The Land of the Golden Blobfish » Sun Oct 09, 2016 1:17 pm
by Elerian » Sun Oct 09, 2016 3:33 pm
by Dyelli Beybi » Sun Oct 09, 2016 4:03 pm
Elerian wrote:Frank Dufresne, Sleepy Hollow
Frank stood just behind Lukas, but remained silent, watching the exchange take place. As if it wasn't enough that he had to talk to a Fate, people started piling into the store shortly after their arrival. Irritating as it was, Dufresne could do little more than glare at the new arrivals. Suddenly, a cacophony of ringtones began to blare from the pockets of every person in the store, some more tasteful than others. This can't be good.
Frank drew his phone from his pocket and checked to see what he'd been messaged. Private Number. Without a second thought Frank opened the message, and to his genuine surprise his eyes were greeted by a number of pictures of their John Doe.
"Fuck . . ." he swore under his breath.
He looked up to see that everyone else had gotten the exact same message. His attention was brought back to his phone when it began vibrating again, this time the caller ID showed him a listed number, Cropper's. Lukas and Dent had moved towards the stairs to have a private conversation, one he surely would want to hear.
Frank sighed and deftly touched the green icon on his phone, whilst making his way to the door.
"Make it quick Cropper" Frank said.
by Elerian » Sun Oct 09, 2016 4:20 pm
by Aghrabia » Mon Oct 10, 2016 2:44 pm
by Prusselanden » Mon Oct 10, 2016 3:03 pm
Aghrabia wrote:Aaron Bishop
Just Outside of Sleepy Hollow
Finally, Sleepy Hollow, this anonymous backwater town in New York State. He almost couldn't believe he had come all that way just to see this, but appearances can be deceiving. He was still covered in dry blood from his last encounter and he wasn't enjoying it; he took stock of his money, finding a few thousand dollars left in the bag, along with the cryptic notes that started it. He sauntered through the town, seeing plenty of places to eat, but all he needed right now was a drink, preferably very strong, and lots of it. Wandering through the town in search for a bar, pub, inn, tavern or anything like that- it seemed that this Hollow wasn't so Sleepy after all- he drew more than a few glances, mainly with his clothes. He waved, but very few waved back. Finally deciding to ignore them, he continued onwards; past some sort of collectables shop, which was full to bursting, a variety of storefronts and what seemed like a crime scene.
In the end, Bishop found his way to a place named The Hilltop Inn. He pushed through the door. Seeing the bar wasn't too full, he walked up to the bar and sat down next to a girl who wasn't much younger than he was, she looked shaken; his blood-stained clothes crackled as he sat, Aaron was used to this by now, but it was still annoying.
He indicated to the nearest person behind the bar. "Uh, hi, can I have a... do you have any whiskey?" he asked. "I've had a long two weeks."
by Aghrabia » Mon Oct 10, 2016 3:10 pm
Prusselanden wrote:"Fine. A pint, bottle or glass?"
Lielsle walked over to him, ready to take his order. She noticed his blood stained clothes and decided to not stray too far away from the counter as long as he was near Katrina. She smelled a strange scent on him, that would cause her to stiffen a little, but she would not show it much.
by Prusselanden » Mon Oct 10, 2016 3:58 pm
Aghrabia wrote:Prusselanden wrote:"Fine. A pint, bottle or glass?"
Lielsle walked over to him, ready to take his order. She noticed his blood stained clothes and decided to not stray too far away from the counter as long as he was near Katrina. She smelled a strange scent on him, that would cause her to stiffen a little, but she would not show it much.
"Glass, thanks," he smiled, but he narrowed his eyes. He thought he saw something... but no, he Aaron was too tired for this. He had hoped that once he reached Sleepy Hollow he would finally be able to stop being so tense all of the time, but that seemed like a pipe dream now. He sighed, looking down at his clothes- he would definitely need to buy some new ones, maybe there would be a suitable store somewhere around here.
by Aghrabia » Mon Oct 10, 2016 4:14 pm
Prusselanden wrote:She took a bottle from the fridge and poured a golden stream of whiskey into the glass with much skill.
"Alright, here ye go." She slid the glass over to him.
"Lemme know if you want ice with that."
by Prusselanden » Mon Oct 10, 2016 4:28 pm
Aghrabia wrote:Prusselanden wrote:She took a bottle from the fridge and poured a golden stream of whiskey into the glass with much skill.
"Alright, here ye go." She slid the glass over to him.
"Lemme know if you want ice with that."
"Thanks," he took the glass in his right hand and drank a small amount. "But it's fine."
He glanced down at the table, then looked back up again. "Do you know what's going on? Everybody in the town's been acting so... so antsy while I've been here. I know what I'm wearing doesn't help," he gestured at the blood. "But then there's that crime scene..."
by Kerzacistan » Mon Oct 10, 2016 5:45 pm
by Patrick OConner » Mon Oct 10, 2016 5:57 pm
by Aghrabia » Tue Oct 11, 2016 2:24 pm
Prusselanden wrote:"..Someone's been murdered. A really nice boy. Something maimed him real bad and put him in a dumpster."
She started cleaning some glasses. The large scar on her left eye shrunk and expanded as she talked.
"And then someone tried to send something threatening to her, I guess." She looked over at Katrina. "You'd be antsy too if there was a killer in your town."
by Prusselanden » Tue Oct 11, 2016 2:30 pm
Aghrabia wrote:Prusselanden wrote:"..Someone's been murdered. A really nice boy. Something maimed him real bad and put him in a dumpster."
She started cleaning some glasses. The large scar on her left eye shrunk and expanded as she talked.
"And then someone tried to send something threatening to her, I guess." She looked over at Katrina. "You'd be antsy too if there was a killer in your town."
"I suppose I would... if I knew where that town was..." he drunk some more and looked over at Katrina. "You OK?" he asked, drinking some more. He finally finished it and pushed it away. "Can I have some more, please?"
by Aghrabia » Tue Oct 11, 2016 3:29 pm
Prusselanden wrote:"k."
She took the glass and poured some more golden whiskey into the glass.
"You want ice with that?"
by Nuridia » Tue Oct 11, 2016 4:10 pm
Patrick OConner wrote:Earp decocks the pistols and replaces it in his holster, satisfied that the con man has left.
Taking the hint from Allister, that he wanted most of the people out, Earp shurgged his shoulders.
"All right then. Sheriff tell me if you find out anything interesting. In the mean time I am going to go visit someone. Areil, you can come along if you wish."
With that Earp turns and stride out of the store. He exited and stop eye scanning the area.
My neck itchs. Someone must be spying on me but who is it and where are they.
Earp scans the area again but can not find the person. He takes note of ll the people and cars, then nods and climps into his truck and cranks it up. The engine roars the life and Earp takes off headed out of town, for the surrounding mountains. He leaves the main road for a side road that twists and turns through the countryside. After a time spent on this dirt and gravel road, Earp comes to a mansion hidden away among the oak trees.
Earp stops and turns off his truck. He exits the vehicle slowly scanning the area cautiously. He reaches back inside the truck and removes a bandoleer filled with large rounds. The tips of the rounds gleam sliver contrasted by the bright shine of copper.
"Holy blessed sliver core bullets for a .45-70 guaranteed to give any supernatural being a nice throbbing pain."
Earp strips off his jacket and puts the bandoleer on. He then removes a large lever action rifle from under the seat of his truck. The gun is clearly old with the wood darkened and the metal tarnished with age but Earp works the level and the action is smooth as can be, as a round pops into the chamber. Glyphs and magical symbols seem to glitter on the barrel of the gun. Earp places the gun in a special holder attached the bandoleer. The butt of the gun sticks up over his right shoulder. Earp also reaches inside his truck and removes a large sheathed Bowie knife that he then attaches to his belt.
Suitable armed, Earp walks around the mansion eyeing it up and down looking for any sign of activity until he comes around to the front.
Earp walks up to the door and politely knocks on massive set of front door. After all, there is no need to not be civil during his visit.
by Prusselanden » Tue Oct 11, 2016 4:55 pm
Aghrabia wrote:Prusselanden wrote:"k."
She took the glass and poured some more golden whiskey into the glass.
"You want ice with that?"
"Yeah sure, why not?" he waited for his drink, biting his thumb at the same time. "Anyway, anybody know anything about the murder? Who did it, and that sort of thing. Oh, and maybe somewhere to buy clothes, as you can see," he grimaced and gestured at his clothes. "I may need some more."
by Aghrabia » Tue Oct 11, 2016 5:07 pm
Prusselanden wrote:"K." She nonachantly slid an address of a clothes store over to him across the counter, then went to get him some ice with his whiskey. She throws a large cube into the air and shaves it into a sphere, then catches it with the glass.
"As for the murder, go ask the cops. I don't know nothing."
She slid the cup to him.
by Prusselanden » Tue Oct 11, 2016 5:20 pm
Aghrabia wrote:Prusselanden wrote:"K." She nonachantly slid an address of a clothes store over to him across the counter, then went to get him some ice with his whiskey. She throws a large cube into the air and shaves it into a sphere, then catches it with the glass.
"As for the murder, go ask the cops. I don't know nothing."
She slid the cup to him.
He took the glass and took a swig from it. "Impressive," he smiled. "Thanks for the address, anyway. I might go buy a suit or something later," he slid the paper into his pocket. "But I think'll stay here for the time being."
He continued drinking, "I think I'll avoid cops for the time being..." he trailed off. "And it's 'I don't know anything', not 'I don't know nothing'- it's a double negative and says you know at least something."
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