Video post 003 Ѽ For whom the bells toll [Accidental]

[failssassin]

[The video feed starts with the view of the inside of a hand, the whistling of the wind almost covering the sound of quick footsteps. The sound of feet against rooftop tiles changes to the creaking sound of wood as Desmond drops down from his path to the streets using crates by the building he's on top of. He lands into the dark alleyway with a

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[assworthsaving]

[He saw all that blood, a glimpse of a body, and heard Desmond freaking out. None of that settled well in his stomach, especially since the murders were becoming more frequent.

In his calmest, most firm tone, he speaks up.]

Hey, hey- Desmond? Calm down, buddy.

Where are you?

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[failssassin]

[He's not freaking out. Not really. Totally His mind is just running wild with the idea of him in prison. He doesn't want to be someone's bitch quite frankly. And so despite the calm and firm tone, and the obvious good intention the treasure hunter has, Desmond sends him a rather dark glare. Don't mind him, he doesn't know what to think at the moment]

I'm calm! I'm in the residential district, near the Arena.

[He almost shrugs off the information because what the hell is Drake going to be able to do about this?]

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[assworthsaving]

All right. Stay put, I'll be there shortly.

[He ignores that dark glare, his tone unchanging. Drake wastes no time and is in his car and driving like a bat out of hell to the location Desmond specified.]

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[failssassin]

[Desmond simply nods. What else can he do then wait for the other man anyway?

When Nate finds him, he's still by Tifa's body, back to the wall and arms resting against his knees. Nothing's been touched, he hasn't even look for clues. All he's done was to close the brunette's eyes, because he couldn't stand the desperate look on her face. At least now, she almost seems at peace.]

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[assworthsaving]

[It didn't matter how much Drake had been preparing himself for the gruesome scene he was about to walk into. Nothing could prepare him. He was already a bit squeamish as it was, and he had only heard about these murders; read them in the paper.

But when Drake found Desmond and the bodies he nearly gagged and had to avert his eyes, focusing solely on the other man. Elena's detailing of the crime had really been quite accurate. Unfortunately.]

Oh, Jesus...

[He almost admired Desmond for having more of a stomach for this than he did.]

Desmond, you okay? Did you call the cops?

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[failssassin]

[Though he has seen more mingled bodies in his ancestors' memories, it isn't that Desmond is able to stomach the gruesome sight, it's more that the horror of it, beside Tifa's death, hasn't totally sunk in yet. He looks up at the other male as he hails him and nods while he slowly stands up]

I'm fine. [It's a lie, but manly men don't shed tears.] Yeah, they're on their way. [And for once, he'll be happy to see the Inspector.]

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[assworthsaving]

[And before Drake arrived in Somarium he never imagined he would be uttering the phrase 'did you call the cops' but here he was. Funny how things changed.

Keeping his gaze away from the mangled bodies, he spoke up. Small talk not exactly his strong point, but these murders were becoming more frequent.]

Did you... [this was a little awkward, but he was pretty sure they would have to wait here a bit.] Did you know them?

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[failssassin]

[Desmond notices how Drake seems to keep himself from looking at the bodies and he figures out the man is not used to see others dying. Small talk is good since they do have to wait for the police and it helps Desmond keep his mind of the idea of trying to the find the murderer on his own and give them a taste of their own medicine.]

Yeah....I mean, one of them. Tifa...[He nods toward the brunette]...she's my employee. Or was, I guess...

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[assworthsaving]

[On the contrary, Drake was used to it despite whatever impression he gave Desmond. He was even the cause of it most of the time considering his line of work. But for these particular murders, the sheer gruesomeness and savagery behind it, and to seemingly innocent girls, that was something he couldn't stomach very well. There wasn't any point to staring at the scene before him.

Drake gave Desmond a helpless look. He did truly feel bad for the guy.]

Sorry...

[But accepting that he wasn't the best at this he moved onto something he could handle. Of course he wasn't exactly smooth with the transition between subjects, his awkwardness likely apparent.]

Hard to believe it's a female committing these murders. She'd have to be pretty strong, maybe stand out a little.

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[failssassin]

[Well, Desmond can't always read people right. One of these days, they have to bond over their respective line of work. Or something.

But for now, the novice nods slowly]

Thanks....I guess....

[And then promptly frowned at the new bit of information]

How do you know the killer's a female?

[AKA who's your sources and can Des tap into them as well?]

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[assworthsaving]

[Drake owes the man a drink, that much is certain. But for now he raises an eyebrow at Desmond's question.]

I take it you don't read the newspaper? Anyway, that's all the information that is known. The cops will have their hands full with this one.

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[failssassin]

[The novice shakes his head]

No, I don't. Back home, there's too much controlled information, I guess I've lost faith in any medias. That carried over here too. [He says with a small shrug. Templars control the medias back home after all.]

I'm just hoping they'll get whoever did this soon, before someone else gets killed.

[And it's probably better for the killer that the cops find her before Desmond does, because there would be no trial for her, only an execution at the tip of his Hidden Blade.]

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[assworthsaving]

[At that moment a few police cars pulled into the area- it really hadn't taken them long and that was no surprise considering the circumstances. Likely all they would have to do is answer a few questions before they would be allowed to leave.]

Yeah. I don't think the cops are getting much sleep. Not if the Inspector has anything to say about it. Hopefully that means they're close to cracking it.

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[failssassin]

[The mention of the Inspector brings a small, amused smile on Desmond's lips. He can imagine the man barking at his men constantly. Or just glaring at them to get them to work faster.]

If Javert is overseeing the case, there's a good chance Tifa's killer might get picked up quickly.

[He doesn't care much for the Frenchman, but he can respect his work ethics and motivations.]