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Post by Janus on Jun 4, 2017 5:41:37 GMT -5
GCPD's 13th precinct, it was known as unlucky 13 for no reason anyone could seem to remember. Located in Gotham's East End it has been a hub for serious police work for years. GCPD's Special Crimes Unit however is a new addition. That, along with the Bat signal was located at the much larger Precinct 12. When Commissioner Gordon decided to split Major Crimes from Special Crimes however he decided that Special Crimes needed it's own precinct.
So it was that the four of you have been told to report to Captain Jocelyn Dyre over at the 13th.
The building is large enough of course, a big three story gargoyle infested relic of a much earlier time. Cells would likely be down in the basement, the main floor with checking in at ground level. The car park is next to the building.
The neighbourhood, though quieter than daytime is still crowded with the dregs of humanity. Normal people hurrying home before the real predators come out. This close to the precinct no actual crime is evident but you would only need to walk a block or so before you'd see the ladies of the night plying their trade. The East End is the home of the poor and the desperate, this is where crime happens.
It's raining as you arrive, but then, when isn't it in Gotham?
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Post by Gris on Jun 4, 2017 9:50:53 GMT -5
Mildred arrived to the precinct under her usual black umbrella, a quite sizeable and sturdy accessory. It wasn't as she was particularly fashionable, judging by her horribly outdated outfit, nor did the rain bothered her as much as one could expect, but when you have been a vampire for almost a century, you learned to be prepared if you wanted to keep being a vampire one century more. It wasn't as she was easy to kill, as she had heard of members of her kind letting themselves die, bored of lives way longer than hers, so Mildred wanted to keep herself busy and away from a boredom death. Being on that side of the law also helped to keep the Bat out of her life, even if he already knew that she didn't mean no wrong to the city, she was still suspicious.
Some people, if one wanted to call them that was gathering around, some more colorful than other, although who was she to judge? It seemed that none of them wanted to start on Captain Dyre's wrong side, although there was always the chance of a contrarian, an outsider. Mildred felt that she would have trouble aplenty once she started working there, so there was no reason to further antagonize her boss. After all, if she had survived the twentieth century and was doing good with the twenty first one was partly thanks to know how to not be a nuisance and get acquaintanced with both the lay of the land, and the ways of the people. Technology was still a pain in her ass, as she never managed to keep herself updated, but that rarely gave her trouble, at least until now.
"Ominous. I wonder if the Bat is perched there, watching us" Mildred mumbled looking at the gargoyles of the building before stepping inside. She better follow her own advice and not be late, if that Jocelyn person had managed to get to captain in Gotham wasn't just due to police mortality rates, she also probably had no stomach for bullshit.
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Post by lilithsboy on Jun 4, 2017 16:20:13 GMT -5
The azure Bugatti Chiron prowls down the street towards the precinct parking lot escorted by the sounds of Hector Berlioz's "Symphonie Fantastique". Obtaining a space reserved for detectives the care sits there for a good minute before a young blond man steps out. Even without the Brioni suit or the car, one could tell that this man comes from an old family he stands with perfect posture regarding everything around him and finds it all wanting. He pays no mind to the weather and walks to the building in silent contemplation.
Christopher doesn't want this job he needs it he needs to have the resources which were denied him 7 years ago and if he can make Gotham a safer place in the mean time well so be it. If the police had done their job the first time he would not be in this situation but if one wishes something done right then one must either do it themselves or spend an exorbitant amount of money to have it done, and for some reason this time the exobitant amount of money failed him.
As he steps into the precinct perfectly dry and looks around him the thought occurs to him that perhaps it is not the police's fault they are obviously underfunded and could use better resources.... No, he offered they simply are inept. Flashing his badge he continues to the back and up the stairs because of course, they would not have a decent elevator, to his meeting. He wonders if he will get along with the partner he will be assigned. Well best to put on the happy face, for now, a brilliant smile cracks his grim expression and by the time he has reached his floor it is all the way to his eyes.
He enters the room and cheerfully greets those who are that taking a corner to study everyone around and noting anything odd about them. Particularly studying any aura's he picks up and remembering faces.
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(while the car was sitting in the parking lot Christopher cast a spell to repel water so that he did not slip and fall again when making another entrance and would not get soaked he maintained it all the way through the building. technically this was two panels)
Mastery of Magic 1
Modifiers: Vision Magical auras 1
Photographic Memory
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Post by Mephistel on Jun 4, 2017 19:53:45 GMT -5
Cerberus
One look at his watch and the young fae knew he had to be on his way. Taking the last bite of his sandwich, last slurp of his coffee, Cerberus left the money to pay on the table with a good enough tips and left after waving to the waitress to announce his leaving. He had been sitting in that Cafe for a while now, watching the streets, reading a book and thinking about how he would greet the others. The night shift was his way of redemption, his salvation from the past of crimes he was carrying on his shoulders. A thief he was, but now, this was all in the past.
The young officer wasn't in his uniform, as the night shift was meant to be somewhat less...official in some way, so at the moment, he was wearing a white shirt with a remnant of a blue trenchcoat, the color were long gone. A pair of black jeans and long leather boots completed the outfit with the necklace around his neck, holding a single ring. In itself, the ring didn't look like much, but it somewhat hold some importance and always gave a reddish shine whenever hit by light. His eyes lay around the streets, peaking at every electrical mouvement, as he could see them running around. And so, his world was always fill with many visions.
The rain didn't bother him much, pulling up the collar of his trenchcoat, he made his way on the other side of the street, heading for the 13th precinth, where he would meet with his futur colleagues. On his way, he met a few people who wanted to talk to him for some reasons. Hurriely declining them, he kept walking until he reached the door and entered the place. Third to arrive, the young man took a look at the others, his memory keeping a clear picture of them in his mind, never forgetting any details as he went and sat on one of the free chair, waving at everyone present with somewhat of a shy and cold smile.
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Post by leska on Jun 4, 2017 23:12:38 GMT -5
Yet another rainy day in the city of crime and mayhem, Gotham had always been Jade's home for as long as she could remember and for the longest time knew that at any moment she could of been killed, raped, or kidnapped in her youth. Her arm reached towards her nightstand as it passed her phone with various missing alerts on the screen, passing the various medications and half empty bottle of whiskey as she grabbed a picture frame. She pulled it towards her as she looked down at it and saw a time when things were good in her life, when things weren't so complicated and were simpler. Her finger traced the outline of a young man, young woman, and their little girl between them. A memory from a past life.. a life which had faded from her memory be it from repression or just from being broken. Jade tried to wipe a tear away from her cheek though she could no longer cry since her accident, old habits. The soft vibrating of her phone hummed in the air though she didn't pay much mind as she placed the picture down and rose to her feet, walking towards the mirror and seeing before her an unfamiliar face. Jade looked away as her attention was pulled towards the unrelenting phone. Picking it up she saw that it was her office calling for her, she shrugged and then placed the phone back down as she knew that today was the day she was to start her new assignment. Zipping up her heeled boots and finally her jacket, Jade tucked her phone away in her pocket as she left her apartment; the last stream of light closing on the photo, leaving it in complete darkness.
She walked down the stairs and out into the open streets where people were scarce, it was a good thing for her, she didn't like to be around people too much anymore. They looked at her like she was a freak like she was some kind of abomination walking among them. Her skin was covered in various laser cut lines, eyes red, why wouldn't people look? Around her, an invisible dome manifested above her head as walked through the rainy streets, she didn't want to get wet from the rain, especially since it was a nightmare on her synthetic hair but a part of her missed it. Stopping in her tracks for a moment, she slowly placed an arm out like a child curious but scared to touch a dog or cat for the first time, as the rain dropped against her hand, she frowned. Her synthetic shell was amazing at many things, hosting her brain, keeping her moving and acting like a normal human before her body was ran over by one of Luthor's many fans, but it was the simple things in life she missed. Feeling the wind in your hair, smelling the horrid trash of the alleyways, and even feeling the rain against your skin..
It wasn't too long after that she arrived at the precinct, looking up she noticed that the gargoyles who were sitting there looking down seem to be watching her especially carefully. "Don't worry boys, I'm just like you.. a thing" she muttered before walking into the building and dropping the telekinetic dome above her. Walking towards the elevator she pressed the up button as she pulled out her phone and looked at the missed alerts. "Hmm.." she said while looking at the various emails, messages on Facebook from her dad's friends, even a few texts from friends who wanted to know if she wanted to go out later. But as always, she placed her phone away and walked into the elevator, turning and leaning against the railing as the doors closed and she went to the floor where the others would be and with that she walked down the hall, entering the room, seemingly the last one to the party. Her eyes scanned the room and the three individuals in front of her. Jade quietly sat at the closest chair and waited for further instructions.
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Post by Janus on Jun 5, 2017 19:55:46 GMT -5
Mildred
Jocelyn Dyre... The name was like an itch in the back of your mind, there but unreachable. Like you had heard it a long time ago.
You walk into the precinct from the staff entrance and are immediately greeted by the desk sergeant, a fat looking bear of a man with huge arms and a distracted appearance. He barely glances your way before apparently recognising you and thumbing you toward the back of the main floor where an office overlooks the chaos of the end of the day shift. Of course the day shift is relative but at this time of year nights draw in early.
You walk through the crowded room dodging officers manhandling crooks of all shapes and sizes before you spot her, Jocelyn Dyre and the face triggers memory.
Nineteen forty five, the end of the Second World War and the troops had been returning from The War in the Pacific. The year had seemed like one endless party, so many people pleased to still be alive. You had been visiting a bar where returning service men went to get drunk. It was an easy place to get blood, so many drunks letting loose, no one noticed someone necking in a corner. Hell you didn't even have to cover your tracks and she had been here, nurses uniform in place. She had smelled of blood and disinfectant like working in a hospital all day had soaked her in it. She had seen you straight away right through the crowd and that evening you hadn't gotten near anyone, she had always been there, watching. After that you had moved on but it had taken you years to forget those eyes.
The eyes are the same as they watch you crossing the floor, a small shadow of a smile on her face. The thing is, like you she hasn't aged a day.
She nods to a chair in her office and waits for you to sit down.
Christopher
The spell keeps you dry as you cross the car park close on the heels of a woman whose clothes appear to be a decade or three out of date. You both pass the desk sergeant, a fat man who looks like he couldn't run after a criminal if his life depended on it.
The spell comes to an end and involuntarily you shiver. Your grandmother would have said that someone just walked over your grave and just on instinct you switch your sight to view the auras of magic in this place. Of course such things are dangerous under the wrong circumstances but in a police station in the middle of a city, it shouldn't be a problem. Only, it is, you feel more than see it, a gnawing dragging sensation, that covers everything in a dull grey aura.
Then the whispering starts and you can hear something, or someone, calling, calling for help. Do you recognise the voice, or do you just think you do?
Someone bumps into you from behind a tall man with long white hair, dragging your attention away. Opening yourself up here may have been a mistake, something here is wrong or off, something if not malevolent then certainly unwelcoming that tried to get inside your head.
You shake it off and head for the Captains office at the back of the main hall sitting down on the seat you are pointed at. Captain Dyre may have said something but your head is still buzzing from your close call so you didn't catch it.
Cerberus
You walk into the precinct past the desk sergeant and almost full into a guy who just seems to have stopped dead in the middle of the floor. You stop long enough to figure out why and then it hits you.
Even without touching anything this place feels off, like the building itself has a memory and it's not a nice memory. The guy you almost took off his feet seems to have picked up on that as well, maybe even opened himself up to it. From his face that looks way more pale than it should do it was a mistake.
You move past him though your bumping into him seems to have snapped him out of whatever was going on and make your way toward the Captains office.
You get a number of long hard stares from officers as you pass by, the women more so than the men and you find yourself climbing the short flight of stairs to raised area that holds the captains office. She is waiting there for you, another young woman is already there looking like an extra from a nineteen fifties period drama. Neither of them however display the usual signs that they are effected by your Fey heritage.
The captain is a woman seemingly in her late twenties or early thirties, with olive skin and black hair. Wearing a trouser suit she might be some junior officer standing in but her eyes, dark brown and ageless, say otherwise. She is clearly in charge and knows it as she gestures for you to take a seat.
Her attention appears focuses on the man you bumped into and followed you in.
"Bradley." She asks. "Are you with us?"
Jade
You enter the precinct, greeting the gloomy gargoyles as you pass them, half expecting them to greet you back but none of them do.
The desk sergeant looks up and frowns as you walk by but gestures to the back of the main hall to the raised section where the captains office is apparently situated, overlooking the hall. Even without relying on your enhancements you can easily see four other figures in there. Two young men and two young women.
The captains personnel file puts her ages as undisclosed but from here she looks only late twenties, too young to have reached a captains rank without some other influence.
You walk purposefully through the hall toward the office. As normal people go quiet as you pass, either intimidated by your obviously artificial body or something else.
Has word gotten around of the incident with the missing files? You haven't been charged with anything but cops are a notoriously wary bunch. Once a rumour has started it takes a lot to stop it, maybe it will just take time.
You enter the office as the captain is talking to one of the young men, a rookie by the looks of things who seems to be struggling with something. She gestures for you to take a seat without turning her gaze away from 'Detective Bradley'.
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Post by Gris on Jun 6, 2017 4:04:06 GMT -5
Mildred looked surprised that she was the first to arrive, as she had to be wary of the damned sun, but that surprise didn't even register compared to what, or more specifically who she had in front of her. Sometimes it was hard to remember, as the mind chewed names, places, moments into an indistinguishable paste, making up details on the go for the lack of them. It happened to normal people and she wasn't specially immune to that, so she had been trying to put a face to the name, until it was too late and the memory came back to her, as clear as the present.
Cheap booze passed from the bar to the bloodstream, directly into her mouth from anyone gullible enough to let Mildred get close. A little bit here, a little bit there, the bold taste of the bravado and relief of a soldier coming home, the sour and sweet notes of a waitress that worked to pay her studies. It was wonderful and dizzying, or at least it had been until she saw her. There was something wrong there, and Mildred being the cautious creature she was had no other choice to lay low, to put a stop to her debauchery. Sure, it was one night, just one night, and the next one that odd woman would no longer be there and she would get back to her habits, so she did. For the rest of the year, it just didn't taste the same, the hint of formaldehyde chasing the blood.
Back in the present, Mildred sat without a word. Was Dyre another vampire? She normally had a good sense perceiving her kind, but maybe she had access to tricks she didn't know, or she just was something else. Something unknown. There should be no reason to worry, as they were on the same side it seemed, but it still irked her tremendously. "We should catch up sometime-" Mildred offered in a whisper, stopping as she heard the first of the rest of the team pouring in. She limited to lounge on her chair, awaiting for her squad mates to arrive, sizing them up but without taking an eye away from the captain.
Health: 4/4 ; Energy: 12/12 Action: General Knowledge (Occultism and Magic) 6 to take a look at the captain and the incoming people. Modifiers: Enhanced Vision 3 (Heat) Health: 4/4 ; Energy: 6/12
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Post by lilithsboy on Jun 6, 2017 5:29:45 GMT -5
Detective Bradley stands purposefully looking at blank space as a cat would. He was not happy with this building, to begin with, and one of these days he is going to remember to trust his intuition. Whatever it is which has taken up residence here it is active and that means it has not only a consciousness but an intent. It could be some inmate in the cells, though he doubts it feels like the whole building... Oh, that is right he is supposed to be playing the human rookie who is too rich to have any real sense. His head snaps around and his smile brightens. He silently pulls his magic inward to defend against another intursion
The Captain is staring at him as though he has done something wrong or perhaps she has asked him a question... How to deal with that? Sorry would you be so kind as to repeat that I was going over my stock portfolio in my head and I think when I get home I best sell some things because the market looks like it is going into a slump for home repair right now. That should do it.
He glances around at the others. The woman who seriously needs the help of his personal shopper seems intent on the captain, and there is a robot... interesting, and great Eros is that the guy that bumped into him earlier? He can bump into me anytime he wants! Oh right back to the captain.
Smiles!
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3 witchcraft moved to defense specifically targeting mental intrusion as well
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Post by Mephistel on Jun 6, 2017 8:26:45 GMT -5
Cerberus
As the young man walks in, following one of his, to later be confirm, colleague, he bumps into him as the man suddenly stop in his tracks, looking somewhat lost in thoughts.
-Hey watch...-
Before he could say anything more, a feeling ran over Cerberus, as he gave his surrounding a worried look, he can feel the building's memories on him. Was that what the man had feel for him to stop so suddenly? The young man frowned a little but made it past the man while making his way to the office. There was definitely something wrong with this place, if he didn't even had to touch the walls to know, it had to be strong, perhaps refraining from touching said walls would be a good idea, but then again, he was curious as to what it was. Criminals intent, murder, things like that were common in prison places, but this one, it was rather strong.
He walks pass by, trying to ignore the stares of the other officiers as he walks by. He was used to been looked at, but sometimes, he wishes they would just stop gluing there eyes to him. He was attractive, yes, but had they no manners? And he wasn't even wearing his best clothes...his best ones been his police uniform, not that he was exactly rich, actually, he was pretty low on money and the only reason he wasn't in the streets anymore was thanks to Gordan's generosity. He would definitively pay him back one day.
Ascending the stairs, he let his hand trail along the wall, see if he could pick anything up before entering the captain's office. The young age of the woman standing there was surprising, but so was the fact that he made it as a police officier at his age as well, so he kept quiet, until the other man, the only other in the room, made a comment.
-Oh...is that what worried you earlier? Strange...I thought...hmm...-
He let slip as he sit on the designated chair he was given, thinking about what he had picked up from his readings on the building.
------------------------------------------------------------------- 3 in psychometry to get a reading of the building and what that memory could be.
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Post by leska on Jun 7, 2017 11:21:44 GMT -5
Jade's crimson eyes looked around the room as she took the Captain's silent orders and took a seat as she dealt with the others. Looking at them, Jade sighed as she realized that she may be the only actually trained detective on this unit which meant she would have to help them learn the ways of the trade. Even as a cyborg, she lacked the capabilities to teach others as she found it easier to just do things herself than rely on the help of her partners. No need to explain how your mind worked to someone if you didn't need their help. But there were other things that occupied her mind at the moment rather than the newbies, the situation of the missing case files and if word had gotten out yet about them being missing. Of course it had been. When things involving Lex Luthor being involved in criminal activity goes missing, people tend to notice the evidence missing and being she was the only cop who had been given a gracious gift from him, she would be first to be targeted by the rumors, though little did everyone else know, it was fact. Jade looked towards the door as she saw silhouettes walk by the frosted glass of the door. Perhaps a tad of investigation was in order to see what was being said around the office. If anything it would kill sometime while the Captain would deal with the others. While shadows continued to pass, Jade looked at each one, unknown to them that her mind had ignited with its telepathic power, each person's thoughts being scanned as she tried to find out how much if any of a rumor has started. -------------------- Health: 4/4
Energy: 6/12
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Telepathy: 6 ; To scan each person's mind who passes the door, one by one, in order to figure out what has been said about the missing Lex Luthor files and if she has been associated with the crime yet. 5 for the actual mind reading and 1 extra for a stealthy intrusion.
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Post by Janus on Jun 8, 2017 16:26:42 GMT -5
Mildred
The Captain is clearly a mystery, her body temperature too perfectly human to be a vampire but then as the bard wrote "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy." There are almost too many possibilities for what she could be. As if on cue you notice a copy of Hamlet on a book shelf next to 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance' and 'Sun Tsu's The Art of War'. Scruffy looking copies of 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' and 'The Tempest' are also there a few books along.
It is then that the two younger male detectives walk in. The first a slender man with long white hair and perfect complexion is too flawless to be any thing but Fey. You can feel the innate tug as his nature settles in the room. You've seen Fey before, they can never get the grittiness of humans quite right. He looks pale though as though something just rattled him badly. The second on the other hand is definitely human, and from the look of him a book worm, his confusion is obvious though he does a good job of hiding it. Clearly something is up.
Finally the woman walks in. You don't even need to ask who or what she is. Detective Rodriguez is infamous around Gotham, a telepath and telekinetic who rescued Lex Luthor, at the cost of her body. He replaced her body with a cybernetic one seemingly in an effort to control her. It worked for a while but something happened and now she is back on the force. Opinion on the force is divided about who is responsible for what she got up to whilst under Lex Luthor's control, needless to say not everyone is forgiving.
Christopher
The tug of whatever it is is easily drowned out, your mind once again safe. Doubtless whatever it was that disturbed you would reveal itself in time and the Captain with a slight nod lets you off the hook. A more suspicious mind might almost suspect she knew exactly what happened.
Cerberus
Ah if only these walls could speak, well to you they can. A lifetime of detective work and bureaucracy could be sampled in an instant. (Private Detective of at least 5). But there it was again, not from the building but further away, further down, something nagging, twisted, horrible.
All of a sudden you feel sick, like your insides want to get out, panic starts to overwhelm you. The walls are closing in, and they have teeth. Eyes are watching, huge red bloodshot eyes, some with pins in, some cut open. You feel what happens to them, sharp hardness against your pupils, pain ricocheting along your optic nerves. The sharp sensation starts to carve into your finger tips as you... Cross the threshold of the captains office... and the sensations are gone.
You keep your nerve. Opening yourself up to whatever this was was a bad idea, but letting the others see weakness wouldn't make the best first impression.
Jade
Your telepathy will only stretch so far, but the Lieutenant whose desk is outside on the landing is close enough to read. He doesn't trust you, the rumour mill seems to have linked you to the missing files, the only question is were you controlled like some robot or did you do it freely. That being said the Captain has declared the topic off limits for some reason and you sense fierce loyalty where she is concerned.
"Are we disturbing you Detective Rodriguez?"
The captains voice pierces your concentration. Apparently she noticed, which is unusual, what she noticed is another question.
Everyone
"OK, so if everyone is quite finished screwing around with the emanations of the station," says Captain Dyre, clearly having noticed Christopher and Cerberus' discomfort. "We can get down to business."
"My name is Jocelyn Dyre, but for the moment that is 'Captain', or 'ma'am'. Some of you know me, some of you don't. For those of you who don't, let me give you a little background. I've been around for a while, I've see it, I've done it, I've learnt a few things. Commissioner Gordon put me in charge of this precinct and this task force because I'm one of the few people who won't have to ask what something is when you come across something unusual."
"For the rookies of you, yes I'm looking at you two," she says with a poignant stare at Cerberus and Christopher. "Let me give you a little tip. If you are dealing with something unknown, always have someone to watch your back, let them know what you are doing. That way when you get in trouble, notice I say when, not if, you'll have someone to pull your butt out of the fire. Holding things back, keeping things hidden, not being honest. All these things will get you killed. Am I understood?"
She doesn't wait for an answer.
"I have read your files, I know your backgrounds and I have a good idea of what each of you are capable. If you want to share that with the rest of the class fine, if not I suggest just sharing it with your new partners. It will help keep you both alive. We are here to deal with the crap that regular cops keep getting killed by. However, do not think that it won't kill you too if you screw up. I'm here to prepare you, because whilst you each have an edge, the bad guys out there have bigger edges. Some of them have decades of experience of dealing with people just like you and believe me when I say there are worse things than death."
"So, this is where we draw the line. I don't want to have to attend any of your funerals or have you committed to Arkham when I could have prevented it, so you will listen. If you don't I will find something worse than traffic duty for you to cool your heels with until I decide you are ready to listen."
"So before we go onto assignments, are there any questions?"
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Post by Gris on Jun 9, 2017 5:23:07 GMT -5
Mildred's eyes danced through the books on the shelves, sometimes a mirror of the soul more precise than eyes could be. You could tell a lot of a person by the books they have and how they had them, and what those tomes told about Dyre was confusing. "And therefore as a stranger give it welcome" she muttered the preceding sentence as she heard the door open, amusing herself with a bit of Shakespeare from the idle thoughts of her mind to that room. It was wonderful. She hadn't yet started working there and already the place was a source of wondrous amusement, cryptic mysteries and memories of the past. The perfect antidote to the boredom she suffered, the notion made Mildred wonder if Dyre was affected by routine the same she was, or a higher purpose fed her every move, her every decision. Not that Mildred was amoral or lacked humanity, even if it could be droll to think of a bloodsucking monster as human, but she sure wasn't a paladin of justice, a paragon of the law, not even when she was alive.
Stopping the self indulgent reflection of the self, her attention turned to the couple of newcomers, the white haired Fey making her fangs grow and prickle the inside of her lip before she got hold of herself. She have had faerie blood in the past, voluntarily if you felt the compulsion to ask, mind you, and it was the sweetest thing. The warm liquid tasted like homemade strawberry pie, had the piquancy of the sea salt, the zest of being rejected by your first love. Wonderful and heartbreaking, she had just a bit, barely a gulp, and when she recovered it had been five minutes and she found herself crying for the amusement of the donor. It had been decades since that, but the memories of her still shook her heart. If the one dearly missed was like summer, this one looked like winter, from the color of his hair to the frozen expression he wore. What had scared him? And, dared she to ask herself, how did he taste?
The other besides the Fey looked oh so small and mundane in contrast, someone that probably, maybe, wouldn't catch Mildred's eyes twice if they crossed paths under Gotham's night. And oh, how wrong would she be at not paying attention to the man. He smelled of old money, old knowledge behind those mousy glasses. Mildred couldn't quite catch up what was going on with him, but if that youngster was there, he certainly couldn't just be a smart student, a bright kid. Mildred frowned, there was something there she didn't like, something that she couldn't put her finger on. If Gotham made fair be foul, they certainly could make foul be fair, whoever they were.
Finally a known quantity entered through, a fact of modern times, a celebrity by herself, a wonder of modern ages. Mildred didn't like her. Well, that was highly unfair, as she didn't know the woman, so it was ridiculous. She could be a perfectly fine person, but Mildred didn't understand what she was, and the unknown could be interesting as long as it could be tinkered with, delved within. In the mystery Detective Rodríguez was she had no interest, as technology was something that happened around Mildred without her caring about. The person trapped in that metaphor of the modern world, bleeding edge technology made flesh, a law abiding golem of the now, about her she could be interested about.
Captain Dyre reclaimed her righteous spot as the focus of their attentions, muttering something about the station. Was the place also special on its own merit? Oh, this was going to be wonderful. Sadly, the mysterious Dyre seemed to want to get to the point, dull on her duty. The speech that followed the warning was more interesting that it had right to, as Mildred wanted to milk hidden meaning from her every sentence, every word. She admitted her seniority without explanation, she reinforced the idea of not working alone and warned them that Gotham's map could as well be a blank space with a 'Here Be Dragons' writing on top of it. Sure, Gotham was full of things that go bump in the night, Mildred being one of the most harmless of them, but Dyre's words made clear that there was more than she knew about the city. Oh Gotham, always surprising, never boring.
"Tens. Perhaps hundreds" was what Mildred answered when Dyre asked if they had questions, leaning forward on her chair. "But that would drain the fun dry, so I'm in no hurry to get certain answers" she explained. "Captain" added as an afterthought. She wanted to talk to her alone, perhaps share stories of the century over a drink in an attempt to bridge that disparity of knowledge they had with each other, but that would have to wait. Leaning back once more, she slumped on the chair like a lazy cat, awaiting for the next meal, the next interesting thing to come.
Health: 4/4 ; Energy: 10/12 Action: - Health: 4/4 ; Energy: 10/12
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Post by lilithsboy on Jun 9, 2017 8:58:24 GMT -5
As quickly and easily as flicking a light switch Christopher's expression changes from the jovial absentminded rich boy to the shark his family trained him to be. His eyes harden to steel while his smile inverts to a deadly serious expression that somehow looks more natural on him.
Sigh* Fine I guess that simply did not work. So since there is not getting around you Captain and you do seem intent on ensuring that some of the nature of our abilities are known let me ask this. If I pay for it myself can we torch the whole building salt the ground and then rebuild the precinct from scratch? You have a serious nasty in there and it is going to cramp my style if every time I go for a quick viewing I am attacked. If you were intent on having a squad with sensitives it would probably be best to put them in a place with less.... History. Now how are we going to partner up?
While it is not Christopher's intent to rub anyone the wrong way he was already on edge before the thing attacked him and now he is even more irritated.
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Post by Mephistel on Jun 9, 2017 10:03:18 GMT -5
Cerberus
At the touch of the wall, an open book of mysteries opened to him, along with a dark nasty story. The sensation was stronger then he had anticipated, such a murderous intent, such a powerful hatred...such pain as he could feel it himself, could only mean a very powerful grudge. But from whom? What had happened in this place? Prisonners, torture? Experiments? It came from down below, where the guts could rip out a nauseabond stench of darkness. Good thing he finally cross the threashold of the captain's office, the feeling went away. Keeping his nerves up as much as he could, this wasn't the first time something like that happened, but this one was particularly strong. He didn't notice the peculiar hungered look the old fashionned lady gave him, still trying to keep his wits about as he nodded calmly to the captain and sat.
At Christopher's comment, Cerberus lift his head toward him.
-Indeed...this place is...filled with quite a dark history...but I doubt removing the walls will change anything, the core is much deeper then that...underground I'd say, but that is not what we are here today to do is it? I believe the captain's wish for us to be assign to certain task...I'm listening...-
He sat ready, yet his body was relax yet ready to react. A trainee out of the school one would say, but there was something more suave about his body language, an itch he could not off just so easily as it was very natural for him to just always look the most charismatic. Even with all the training, his body was still slender as ever. With the partner things up, he guessed that they would be divided into two teams, now for whoms the team would be was another story. He didn't mind whoever he was partner with, as long as he could do his job.
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Post by leska on Jun 11, 2017 15:59:53 GMT -5
While she conducted her own telepathic investigation it would seem her hunch was right on the money this time around, she was prime suspect for the Luthor case files going missing. Of course she was, she was given a body by Lex Luthor himself so why wouldn't she be connected, right? Jade was a machine now, a puppet for him to use.. well not anymore. A voice called to her within her own mind, the voice of the Captain which asked if they were interrupting her. Slightly wide eyed, Jade cut her telepathic link and looked at the Captain, "No ma'am, ready to get this going as soon as possible is all." Jade was surprised that the Captain had such telepathic abilities as she had yet to meet someone just like her, well thats not entirely true, she had met a few meta criminals in her day with psionic powers similar to hers but no one on their side. She sat at attention while listening to the Captain's introduction to the unit and what their primary objective was going to be. Jade listened carefully; stealing glances at the others as she was curious at their own time and ability in the field but she figured that why she was assigned to this and not the junkyard. "No questions here, ma'am" she said when the group was asked if they had any. She never was much to ask questions. Though that would change when she turned to look at Christopher and Cerberus, speaking of torching the precinct down and rebuilding from scratch because of a darkness within it. "What are you two talking about? Like ghosts?" she said in an tone of disbelief, Jade was not one for ghosts or demons unless it was the ones from her past and even then she had a way to deal with them.
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