Detective Work [event]
Who: Dante [stylishflair] and anyone. (Interaction plz. D:)
Where: Miscellaneous Streets of New Sanctum.
When: 12 April, around 8pm.
Notes: Interaction plz. DDDDDD: Quite obviously not just limited to Sylar. Oh god Dark I'm sorry for stealing your plot but I needed something to do and and plz forgive me ;_; ...also, I'm pretty sure there's no actual pattern to Sylar's killing, so yeah, Dante's just overanalysing. XD;;;
Despite his shop masquerading as a private investigation service, Dante never was very good at finding things. In fact, were someone to actually come in there wanting him to do any investigating (as one or two poor souls had in the past), they would be in for a depressing surprise. (He'd only chosen private investigation service in the first place because it was virtually the only type of shop that didn't involve regular impromptu investigations by the health department or consumer affairs.) Dante was the kind of person who could conceivably hav trouble finding his way out of a paper bag, so he was clearly having absolutely no luck finding Sylar, the proverbial needle in a haystack.
He'd at first returned to the area where his brother had originally been caught on camera, more in a dim hope that perhaps the killer -Sylar, not Vergil- would return to the scene of the crime and could then be brought to justice accordingly. After a convoluted series of deductions, he'd ascertained that there seemed to be some kind of pattern, and had promptly made his way to the next area that was logically a target. It should be noted that Dante barely had the logical capacity to complete a sudoku, let alone figure out a serial killer's pattern, and his 'deduction' had probably been at least partially related to the pizza shop a block away from the area.
What does the guy even look like? Dante thought to himself in annoyance, pausing in his steps abruptly as he glanced behind him. ...the hell? Is someone following me? Frowning -and not considering for a moment that living with Vergil had simply made him paranoid-, the demon hunter quickened his pace slightly, abruptly turning a corner, waiting a few moments and moving back around, albeit this time with a gun drawn and aimed.
Where: Miscellaneous Streets of New Sanctum.
When: 12 April, around 8pm.
Notes: Interaction plz. DDDDDD: Quite obviously not just limited to Sylar. Oh god Dark I'm sorry for stealing your plot but I needed something to do and and plz forgive me ;_; ...also, I'm pretty sure there's no actual pattern to Sylar's killing, so yeah, Dante's just overanalysing. XD;;;
Despite his shop masquerading as a private investigation service, Dante never was very good at finding things. In fact, were someone to actually come in there wanting him to do any investigating (as one or two poor souls had in the past), they would be in for a depressing surprise. (He'd only chosen private investigation service in the first place because it was virtually the only type of shop that didn't involve regular impromptu investigations by the health department or consumer affairs.) Dante was the kind of person who could conceivably hav trouble finding his way out of a paper bag, so he was clearly having absolutely no luck finding Sylar, the proverbial needle in a haystack.
He'd at first returned to the area where his brother had originally been caught on camera, more in a dim hope that perhaps the killer -Sylar, not Vergil- would return to the scene of the crime and could then be brought to justice accordingly. After a convoluted series of deductions, he'd ascertained that there seemed to be some kind of pattern, and had promptly made his way to the next area that was logically a target. It should be noted that Dante barely had the logical capacity to complete a sudoku, let alone figure out a serial killer's pattern, and his 'deduction' had probably been at least partially related to the pizza shop a block away from the area.
What does the guy even look like? Dante thought to himself in annoyance, pausing in his steps abruptly as he glanced behind him. ...the hell? Is someone following me? Frowning -and not considering for a moment that living with Vergil had simply made him paranoid-, the demon hunter quickened his pace slightly, abruptly turning a corner, waiting a few moments and moving back around, albeit this time with a gun drawn and aimed.