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Characters: Handmaiden (ice_echani), Watch members, onlookers. Also, Nobby the dog.
Date/Time: December 13, 4:53 PM
Location: Stony's house, Section 3
Rating: PG-13 for blood, badness, and probable swearing.
Summary: The Watch's first case is the murder of its commander.
Handmaiden's footsteps paused as she stepped off of the elevator into Section 3. Wrong. The sense of it had prickled at her senses when she'd reached the Access Point. Now it struck her fully. The world tilted downwards, like a cold black river sweeping towards a drain of darkness. Snatching her quarterstaff from her belt, she ran, and she did not stop running until she reached the source of it.
Stoneface's house.
Suddenly the black depression became a chasm, as deep as the ones she had felt in the aftermath of the fire. Handmaiden could feel the darkness pooled in here. The door was closed, but not locked--she didn't hesitate, throwing it open and rushing in although she knew that she was too late to have any effect on what had happened. No... no, far too late. Stoneface lay dead on the floor. Mostly-dried blood was splashed around the floor, the furniture, even the walls a bit. Splatters--handprints, Stoneface's hands unless his killer's were the same size. A great deal of it had come from Stoneface, but just a look at his body and the chaos in the house told her that not all of it could be his. Her eyes tracked the trail of blood, moved over his injuries. His leg and midsection were a ruin, the blood on his abdomen still dark and wet.
But this scene was a day old, the killer long gone. Handmaiden shut her eyes, searching for a calm center through the emotions that were beginning to boil over. Grief. Horror. Rage. Above all, rage. But she dove down past that, pushing those away as she tried to open her perceptions and track down the person responsible for this. Instead, darkness flooded in. Handmaiden gasped and pulled away as tension knotted her muscles, then took several slow breaths and tried to disregard the stink of blood that came with them. A bitter look crossed her face with the realization that she was not skilled enough in the Force to find the killer.
A strange animal whine cut through the silence. Handmaiden quickly crossed to the bathroom door and inched it open. A pudgy, smelly dog with terror in its eyes looked up at her--of course, Nobby. Handmaiden shut the door; the dog would be in the way here. Though she wasn't a forensics expert, she knew that this scene needed to be preserved as much as possible for them to find the killer. She hooked her quarterstaff back onto her belt and pulled out her journal, writing a summons for the Watch.
[ooc: So there will be two threads: one for the Watch investigating and one for the inevitable onlookers, human nature being what it is.
For the Watch: Evidence includes Praise's three knives (one of them being in Stoneface's leg) plus there's some eye goop around from him somewhere. And lots and lots of blood.
Onlookers will NOT be allowed inside the house, NO, NOT EVEN YOU, except for Bastet, Justice and possibly Robin Steel. Watch members are going to keep everybody else OUT--you can handwave the being kept out or log it as you desire. Feel free to IM if you've got questions about this!]
Date/Time: December 13, 4:53 PM
Location: Stony's house, Section 3
Rating: PG-13 for blood, badness, and probable swearing.
Summary: The Watch's first case is the murder of its commander.
Handmaiden's footsteps paused as she stepped off of the elevator into Section 3. Wrong. The sense of it had prickled at her senses when she'd reached the Access Point. Now it struck her fully. The world tilted downwards, like a cold black river sweeping towards a drain of darkness. Snatching her quarterstaff from her belt, she ran, and she did not stop running until she reached the source of it.
Stoneface's house.
Suddenly the black depression became a chasm, as deep as the ones she had felt in the aftermath of the fire. Handmaiden could feel the darkness pooled in here. The door was closed, but not locked--she didn't hesitate, throwing it open and rushing in although she knew that she was too late to have any effect on what had happened. No... no, far too late. Stoneface lay dead on the floor. Mostly-dried blood was splashed around the floor, the furniture, even the walls a bit. Splatters--handprints, Stoneface's hands unless his killer's were the same size. A great deal of it had come from Stoneface, but just a look at his body and the chaos in the house told her that not all of it could be his. Her eyes tracked the trail of blood, moved over his injuries. His leg and midsection were a ruin, the blood on his abdomen still dark and wet.
But this scene was a day old, the killer long gone. Handmaiden shut her eyes, searching for a calm center through the emotions that were beginning to boil over. Grief. Horror. Rage. Above all, rage. But she dove down past that, pushing those away as she tried to open her perceptions and track down the person responsible for this. Instead, darkness flooded in. Handmaiden gasped and pulled away as tension knotted her muscles, then took several slow breaths and tried to disregard the stink of blood that came with them. A bitter look crossed her face with the realization that she was not skilled enough in the Force to find the killer.
A strange animal whine cut through the silence. Handmaiden quickly crossed to the bathroom door and inched it open. A pudgy, smelly dog with terror in its eyes looked up at her--of course, Nobby. Handmaiden shut the door; the dog would be in the way here. Though she wasn't a forensics expert, she knew that this scene needed to be preserved as much as possible for them to find the killer. She hooked her quarterstaff back onto her belt and pulled out her journal, writing a summons for the Watch.
[ooc: So there will be two threads: one for the Watch investigating and one for the inevitable onlookers, human nature being what it is.
For the Watch: Evidence includes Praise's three knives (one of them being in Stoneface's leg) plus there's some eye goop around from him somewhere. And lots and lots of blood.
Onlookers will NOT be allowed inside the house, NO, NOT EVEN YOU, except for Bastet, Justice and possibly Robin Steel. Watch members are going to keep everybody else OUT--you can handwave the being kept out or log it as you desire. Feel free to IM if you've got questions about this!]