You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Nov 4, 2014 14:09:19 GMT
Angela clears the small space with glance of her eyes and holstered her weapon.
Stepped toward the burnt body and crouches down and look the poor bastard over. Using the sleeve of her shirt, Angela touched the skin and turned the head for a better view of the face.
"You recognize them?" Angela was calm as if seeing a burnt body was an every night routine.
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Nov 5, 2014 3:04:03 GMT
(Either of you can make an Intelligence + Occult, and/or Intelligence + Medicine roll. Let's play -- Sherlockpire!)
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
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Post by Esther Montesori on Nov 5, 2014 18:42:39 GMT
((Int + Occult = 3 + 8 = 11, 2 successes)) Esther walks over to where Angela inspects the body, the rank scent of burning flesh rife in her nose. It makes her want to retch. The air up here must be rare a find to not carry this smell down below.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Nov 6, 2014 1:47:31 GMT
Angela kept herself from breathing, the burning flesh and boiled blood never invading her lungs. She looked up at Esther and repeated herself.
"You recognize them?" Her dark brown eyes pieced through the dabs of shadow and connected with the Daeva.
rKoiKc73+5 =10 (2 successes)
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Nov 6, 2014 3:34:35 GMT
The body does seem vaguely familiar - at least to Angela. But how? The hands (gnarled into claws, though they are) seem like they might have held hers once. Her eyes search over the corpse, and she discerns that the body belonged to a male in his late teens or early 20s, caucasian, and somewhat athletic in build. The torn, bloodstarined clothes are simple, casual -- jeans and a grey-green checkered shirt, with sensible brown shoes. The only thing that set him much apart from a thousand other men in this town was that his skin has bubbled and charred, and several of his ribs have splintered outward. Hadn't she seen similar wounds on Aodhfin?
Esther focuses on the supernatural cast to this ghastly sight. She looks past the horrified rictus on the dead man's face, past the broken bones and disfigured flesh. With these injuries, blood should be drenching the floor. There should be maggots and flies. The smell should have spread. Tucked away in this shadowy corner, the body would be out of the sun...
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Nov 6, 2014 3:50:58 GMT
Angela stood up, as her memories tried to push through but kept getting clouded over.
She raked her hands through her hair and looked the injuries over again. They looked familiar, but the ribs splintering outward, looked it something had ripped its way out. Angela reached under the corpse and tried to pull out a wallet. Figure out who this guy was.
She didn't tell Esther that he looked familiar, because she couldn't trust her own mind or her own memories.
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
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Post by Esther Montesori on Nov 6, 2014 23:37:35 GMT
"They drained him. There should be blood, if this was done here, or even if he was deposited here soon afterward," Esther says, circling the body and inspecting it.
"Does he look familiar, Angela?" she asks her companion.
The ribs it reminded her...of that nightmare. That horrific nightmare. It almost made her want to scream and clutch at herself all over again.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Nov 7, 2014 1:28:34 GMT
Angela wanted to answer honestly, but it was hard to be honest about something she couldn't remember.
"I don't know. The injuries are familiar. Aodhfin had something similar. When the shadows touched him, they infected him. He spent the evening burning the infection from his body." Angela hadn't answered Esther's question, not fully.
Angela looked the burnt corpse over. It was human, other wise there wouldn't be much left. But the splintered rib cage, was horrific, brutal.
If a wallet could be found; Angela diligently searched the folds for identification.
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Nov 8, 2014 2:03:04 GMT
Angela finds no wallet, but rather a collection of credit cards, a gym swipecard, and a grocery membership card, and an ID, all wrapped neatly in cash, and secured with a rubber band. The name on the ID is Ashton Valroy, born in Indianapolis, Indiana on May 25th, 1992.
(Another Intelligence + Investigation, Streetwise, or Subterfuge Roll - 3 successes would identify it as a decent fake. Otherwise, it seems convincing.)
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Nov 8, 2014 22:06:50 GMT
Angela stood ans unwrapped the folded money. She held up the ID and turned it in what little light they had. The plastic was misaligned and the photo was risen against the plastic.
"Fake ID. The credit cards are in the same name, so at lest we have that." Angela knelt down ran her finger along the inside of the dead boy's burnt flesh. She rubbed her finger and thumb together and inhaled. The smell of burning flesh and blood overwhelmed her, but she was looking for something else. A clue as to how the poor boy was set on fire.
2ZaB6BUA+7 =15 (3 successes)
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
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Post by Esther Montesori on Nov 8, 2014 22:50:54 GMT
"He's just a child..." Esther murmurs, feeling bilious ire against the Lancea rising in her throat again. But...what if they didn't do this? Why else would that woman have been here then?
"Do you think he was HER "sacrifice" against the shadows?" she asks, bitterness dark and thick in her voice.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Nov 9, 2014 15:35:58 GMT
"I don't know, Esther. I don't know how the LS works."
Angela pulled out her cell phone.
"We need to call the police. Let them investigate, shake the tree a bit and see what falls out. They can inform his family and we can find out who did this." Angela moved to the stairs and gestured to the keys still gripped in Esther's hand.
"I think your covenant already left you a gift in a car. That's my next stop."
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
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Post by Esther Montesori on Nov 9, 2014 19:40:50 GMT
Esther nods, pulling a handkerchief out of her pocket and wiping down door handles and the like as they head back down, keeping her other hand gripping the key and to herself.
"Yeah, I've always *loved* the attention of the LS," she grumbles, "The last of the good ones disappeared with the de Liliums."
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Nov 10, 2014 0:41:18 GMT
Angela breathes in the smell of the thick, cold blood, rubbing it between her fingers. She smells grease and fat, salt and alcohol -- just like any college student. But that is only the surface, the skin of the scent. Beneath it, unmistakably, she smells Vitae. Was this a dead ghoul? Or a Kindred, boiled and eviscerated into torpor?
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Nov 10, 2014 17:34:16 GMT
The smell was as she expected. But beneath it, the underlining scent caused her to frown. She knelt down again and looked the face over, the lips had burnt off, frozen in an endless scream. Angela tilted the head back as far as the burnt stiff corpse would move and peered into his mouth.
Would she find fangs or a normal set of teeth? The smell of vitae was still prominent in her nose.
"I think I'll hold off on calling the police."
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