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Post by Janus on Dec 22, 2018 16:35:52 GMT -5
Christophers phone call proved useful.
"Roger that, EMS on route, eta three minutes. Captain Dyre already on route to your location." Was the response he got before hanging up the phone.
Jon stays outside as McPhierson starts first aid on the fallen officer and the other cop goes out to check on the two downed wizards. The cops seem to work with a practiced efficiency as if this kind of carnage is an every day occurrence for them. Though in Gotham, maybe it is.
It doesn't take long for the first ambulance to arrive and take over from the lieutenant, and soon after that other cop cars and ambulances. A few minutes after that the Captain arrives on her motorbike having apparently ridden across town in record time.
Christopher in the mean time located his crystal ball next to his alchemy set in the library. He clearly remembers the revival potion he was brewing to let him work through the day without rest.
Why it is there and what he was doing yesterday for him to need the potion seem less important now inside the library. It is a struggle to concentrate on that at all in fact.
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Post by lilithsboy on Dec 22, 2018 23:11:04 GMT -5
Christopher realizes that whatever is causing him to not remember something originates somewhere close to this location so he does not try and think about the past instead focusing his actions and intent for the future outside of context. The task is a bit of a strain for him, someone who always tries to plan things out thoroughly, he goes to take the crystal ball but without thinking about why he needs it, he plans to talk to Dyre but without thinking about the questions he needs to ask her, he also gathers all the implements to perform some of the darkest magic he has ever even considered requiring a book from the library he has barely browsed because of the horrors found within without thinking about why he needs them.
Having gathered all he needs he moves to a living room rarely used on the bottom floor requesting everyone who is relevant, McPhierson, his team, and Dyre. He believes that the more minds he has on this the better chance one might remember something so long as all are forewarned about whatever it is which messes with their head.
Okay first off I want to thank all of you for coming to help me defend against this attack and any subsequent ones which follow once these people regroup and their bosses realize their initial attempts were unsuccessful. I do have some questions and the answers to which I plan on getting one way or another. If need be I have all the implements and rituals required to raise and enslave the dead, let us call that an extreme measure for now. I believe scrying may very well fill in enough gaps but it requires that I know what to look for and my memory is not what it should be. After taking a deep breath to steady his own nerves Christopher continues. Interviews with responsible parties are always best so tell me, Captain Dyre, what was Mr.Constantine doing in my home casting spells on my staff and home without my permission, and where is he now?
3 in Int to focus on the future without triggering whatever wipes his memory.
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Post by Gris on Dec 24, 2018 6:42:19 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm fine, don't look at me like that" Mildred answered to Cerberus, the worry on his face only making him more palatable, more tempting for Mildred. "I could get better with a donation though" she added, emboldened by her hunger, flashing a dangerously pointy smile. Mildred felt regret right after, she had abandoned those ways for her own sake... but what if he volunteered himself? What was the trouble with that if it meant tasting warm, live blood once more? Fortunately the situation was hectic enough to serve as a deterrent, as Mildred wasn't so hungry as to munch someone with all those witnesses, even if it was a volunteer donor. Further barriers between her and her lust for blood appeared in the form of their Captain, miraculously fast on the scene.
"Hi Captain, got ourselves into a tussle here" Mildred greeted her. "They ended up worse than me though" added, trying to appear tough and in control. With Dyre's nature still to be solved, she still remembered that day, she still felt a tinge of fear about letting her know that she was hungry.
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Post by Mephistel on Jan 10, 2019 4:47:19 GMT -5
Cerberus
He nodded to her when she answered she was ok, the last part where she mentioned a donation didn’t made him uncomfortable. He didn’t want to lose anymore of his comrades and he still had no news from Jade. Hopefully she would be ok, he had to believe that.
-I don’t know if I’m any good, but I’d rather you take me then innocent bystanders...-
He simply said, somewhat giving consent to be bitten. Tough, it would have to wait it seems as others arrived on the scene. There was a lot to do, and not much answers to understand what had happened. So he waited for a little bit of explanations from the owner of the house. This place was quite something after all. The magic activities that had come to pass in here was heavy, even he didn’t want to look it all up and certainly not in one go.
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Post by RidiculousNinja on Jan 10, 2019 8:55:58 GMT -5
Hawkins rotated his gun around his pointer finger as he looked around what he believed to be one of his fellow Night Crew workers home. He was just being nosey, he knew, but when your dealing with abilities such as he and his cohorts had.. precautions must be taken. So he tried memorizing everything he could find. Of course the owner summoned them together for some reason so he he didn’t have as much time as he would’ve liked. Though as always he admired the Captain, sure that she could practically read his mind with just her gaze. He smiled mischievously and nodded towards her when she saw him.
Detective Skills 3 + 2 agility in pick pocketing to get whatever might be Interesting for later if anything
Black ops 1 to help with finding clues about his colleague or interesting items to mess with.
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Post by Janus on Jan 14, 2019 19:37:14 GMT -5
Captain Dyre walks straight over to the injured wizard as the emt’s start to work on him and takes out a syringe, injecting the unconscious man before nodding to John and heading inside. She wastes no time in going straight over to the downed officer. Taking a hip flask out she gives him a small sip and then noticing Mildred is injured throws the hip flask to her.
“So i see.” She says. “Try that, it’s probably better than the hang over you’ll get from Raven’s blood.”
The officers breathing becomes noticeably less laboured apparently whatever is in the flask helped.
Christopher’s question draws a brief frown then a look of recognition. Apparently she has figured out whatever is going on.
“I hired Mr Constantine to find me a reason to reopen the missing persons case on your Grandmother. With it being a cold case i would need new evidence to be able to justify reopening it so i hired him to find it for me. From what he told me over the phone there is a powerful misdirection spell cast in your library which he said he disabled enough for a trained wizard to be able to be able to penetrate.”
She regards Christopher and the spell book with a stern look.
“As to where he is, I don’t know. He was at Arkham looking after Jade. After he finished there he said he had some personal business to take care of.”
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Post by Gris on Jan 16, 2019 5:35:12 GMT -5
Mildred stared silently at Cerberus for a moment, almost in disbelief. In one hand he thought that she was able and willing to munch on innocent bystanders, something that painted quite a poor picture of her, but it wasn't something unearned she had to admit. On the other hand, his modest self-sacrificing offer was about to make Mildred's mouth wet, her fangs starting to puncture her lower lip. Of course it was then when the Captain appeared raining on her parade, not only rendering her picnic impossible, but also offering another one of her mysterious flasks as a solution, something that made her look at her superior in disbelief once more.
Who the hell she was? Or what the hell? She had just taken a sip from the flask now in Mildred's hands, did that and her longevity finally mean she was one like her? Mildred doubted so, but curiosity and a painful pinch from her injury served as a remainder that she had to focus on more important things. Busy with the drink and feeling the strangely pleasant effects it caused, Mildred only caught parts of the exchange between Dyre and her partner. Wizards, spells, and a cold case about his Grandmother? Was that connected to their current case? She was a bit lost, but Mildred wasn't part of such a police initiative for being a genius detective. Sure, she wasn't precisely dumb, but her many talents lied elsewhere and she had the nagging feeling that someone had stolen pieces of her puzzle.
Anyways, feeling way better she stepped close to the Captain, returning the flask to her. Mildred's personal questions about her could wait, as she passed close to Cerberus, whispering a warm "thank you for offering", she ended close to Christopher. Sure her partner could be talkative, but at least that had the pleasant effect that he would be able to get her up to speed when needed, although maybe not in that very moment, judging from some weird tension between him and Dyre.
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Post by Mephistel on Jan 16, 2019 11:18:10 GMT -5
Cerberus
He wasn’t sure what to make of Captain’s comment on the hangover part, but he shrugged to it as Mildred passed him by, thanking him for his ‘’offering’’. He nodded to her.
-Anytime...-
He simply answered. As events seems to calm down a little, Cerberus was more then curious to find out more about this place. Spells and magic, he knew a few tricks, but certainly not as much as their comrades. At any rate, they had to take care of these people before all else, but still.
-I’m not so sure about what is going on here...but is this related to our other case? Or is this entirely a different area? I have to admit i am a bit lost right now...-
The young fae said, looking at his colleagues in hope to get some answers.
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Post by lilithsboy on Jan 31, 2019 19:21:54 GMT -5
You know if you were to let me analyze that I might be able to replicate its effects, Christopher says to Millie before turning on Dyre I can tell you he was inordinately successful in locating something and the memory charm does indeed seem to be located in the library of course whatever it is that was uncovered seems to have been powerful enough to send out a signal one that was tracked here and caused an organization to attack my home with lethal force. If you would be so kind as to inform me next time you have someone messing around with things at my home I would appreciate it fewer people might die. You see I may not be a fully trained wizard but meddling in that spell made it so that it harmed anyone's memories who walk through the room. If you wanted the investigation reopened then honestly I am your evidence did you think of that? I have been screaming about the magic angle since I was barely a teenager and here I am able to throw fireballs at anyone who questions me there is your evidence. I could have gotten the investigation reopened in 5 phone calls or less hell I was going to eventually put up the request for it myself but did not want you to think that was the only reason for me being here.
Christopher is clearly in a bad mood, unafraid of Dyre, and the happy dumb act has vanished. Then Cerberus' response finally hits home.
This is an entirely different matter that GCPD dropped the ball on spectacularly about a decade ago but you might be more magically resistant than anyone here... Would you mind going into my library and telling me how many doors you see?
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Post by RidiculousNinja on Feb 2, 2019 5:03:56 GMT -5
Clearly there was still more magic shenanigans going on and that was not his area. You give him something to track down... real police work, and he would get it done. Oh well. He waited for all the talk to die, it would eventually.
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Post by Janus on Feb 14, 2019 19:29:06 GMT -5
The liquid Midred takes a sip of rolls over her tongue and slides down her throat, sending a host of messages to her brain. First is the taste, red wine, Australian by the taste, but expensive, and surprisingly nice considering it’s coming out of a hip flask. Then something crazy happens, the alcohol hits you, only you are a vampire, and alcohol only affects you after a while, and usually only when it’s been diluted in blood. This however is like you are mortal again, the giddy rush, the soporific after effect.
( ooc - for the next panel you are under the effects of mild intoxication, yes i know you only took a sip, there are reasons.)
There is a slight after taste of blood there, like a couple of drops had been added to the mixture and a couple of other things you couldn’t quite identify, and when you look down your wounds have already started to heal (+1w).
Captain Dyre listens to everyone speak then hearing Christopher her face takes on a look of annoyance. Her reply is very soft but there is a tone to it that suggests she will brook no argument.
“Detective, i appreciate you have probably had a long night and are not thinking clearly but the next time you decide to speak to me in that manner you will be finding yourself new employment, am i clear?”
“I’m trying to help you, I’m sorry you can’t see that.” She says looking Christopher straight in the eye before turning to the Lieutenant.
“Michelle, I want a meta team here asap and I want a team on duty at the hospital the prisoner goes to. He won’t be waking up any time soon but he might have friends. Mr Raven, if you are going to brave that spell I may have something that can help. Mildred, you’re with Mr Bradley.”
And with that she heads outside.
John’s search of Christopher’s house proves, interesting. He clearly has money, and a lot of it, and he clearly knows magic, though what that actually means isn’t entirely clear, it is however almost like he doesn’t have room for anything else in his life. Everyone gathers stuff, but his house is focused around one thing, what it is you don’t know but you know the signs of an obsession all too well.
You end up in the garage, his car is there, as are some weird doohickies, he seems to be doing magic stuff to his car.
You are just about to go back to join everyone when your senses pick up something. It is a few hundred meters off into the woods around his house, a sound of violence, a fight, all be it a sort lived one. It came from the direction the last wizard ran off in.
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Post by Gris on Feb 15, 2019 5:18:09 GMT -5
Mildred's tongue danced between notes of wood, tastes of music and the breeze of the coast. A drink surprisingly full bodied and yet hiding a touch of blood and more... It reminded her of a fortified wine, but this was no vermouth nor sherry, as it was hiding someth-
The warmth hit her face, making Mildred blush like she hadn't been in a long, long time. Suddenly all the puzzle pieces about what the drink could have didn't matter anymore, only the pleasant healing effect and how comfortable she felt. The tension between her partner and her boss was now patent, but Mildred felt like she could fix it, as there was no reason for drama. "Such a long night..." she said, dragging the words a bit, "and it's only bound to get longer, letsstay with high morale" Mildred tried, some words sticking together, she wasn't specially prone to pep talks.
"I'm with you, partner" Mildred said, stepping close to Bradley, obeying the Captain's orders without a second thought. One day they had to go out for drinks together, clean the air between them, it sounded like an amazing idea, but it would have to wait. "I've got your back. Always" she added with a heavy nod.
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Post by Mephistel on Feb 15, 2019 8:12:07 GMT -5
Cerberus
Cerberus nodded to his colleague. It was true he was probably more resistant to magic then most due to his origin.
-Sure, Ill go. -
The young fae said with a nod. If he could be of use, he wouldn’t mind it. It was his job after all, so he follow the captain outside for her to give him said something that could help, then would proceed to head to the library in order to find out what was going on. He was ready to go, even if he knew that it could be dangerous.
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Post by lilithsboy on Feb 15, 2019 9:18:48 GMT -5
Thank you Mildred, I have yours as well, for now at least. Christopher gets up to get a book he needs before realizing that he probably will forget what he wants the moment he walks into the room Damn inconvenient that spell sat dormant for over a decade before people started meddling with it without telling me. I wish I knew something about it then again for all I know I once did... hmm
Christopher walks up the stairs making sure that if Mildred follows him that she has the support she needs to navigate them properly. He leads the pair into a sitting room which has barely been updated since the early 1930's imagining Mildred would be more comfortable there. While he waits on Cerberus he begins to draft notes on an old essay of his intent on getting the original and to Dyre as soon as Cerberus can gain him access to his own study.
Mildred you are well traveled in the supernatural circles of Gotham, and have a long memory, do you remember a number of years ago a woman went on trial for sex crimes in Gotham for having relations with a male creature made almost entirely of plants? Do you think with the right convincing we could apologize to the Swamp Thing and ask it to help with this spirit in the Precinct? It might be a long shot but it is a solid lead. He gets on the phone to his butler. Please have Captain Dyre meet us in the upstairs lounge once she is done with Mr. Cerberus I have a proposal for her.
The effects of his potion having worn out he sits in a chair and almost immediately falls asleep.
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Post by RidiculousNinja on Feb 19, 2019 7:58:14 GMT -5
He was admiring all the toys that money could buy when he heard that unmistakable sound. It always had the same melody,violence that is. You could say how ever that there were subtle differences in the way it was played. Or maybe that was the bump of coke talking. “(Sniff), time to snuff a wizzy.”he thinks of where he wants to go and feels his body pulled into the cacophony of time and space. The air around him a blueish haze and a slight blurbing sound as he’s sucked into in and out, again and again as he makes his way toward the sounds of violence looming for its musicians.
Action 1 Speed 2+Teleportation 6 to get around using trees as cover
Action 2 Detective Kills (shadowing) 2+ Radar Senses to follow the sounds/wizard stealthily
Action 2 MODIFIERS Healing factor Radar senses 5 Mental defense 3
Ending H/E Health 4/4 Energy 8/12
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