OOC: w/ Infin1teZer0 & lordmidget(NPCs)
“Let me take the lead on this,” Astaroth told his younger companion as they entered the patrol outpost. Outpost could be taken as an overstatement; the place was rather small. Inside is only a handful of desks, and only one of them had an occupant. A lone police officer sat working away at his current project, not acknowledging the two mages’ presence. At the back of the building, Astaroth could point out two jail cells for holding criminals, and a door labeled “Police Chief”. The blue-robed mage made his way to the police officer and removed his cowl out of politeness. “Excuse me,” he introduced himself, “but would the police chief happen to be in his office at the moment?”
The officer looked up from his work and looked up and down Astaroth and Maho. “Who are you and why would you need to speak to the Chief?” He questioned curtly, putting down the pen he was holding and crossing his arms in front of his chest while turning to face them.
“We’re people being paid to do this,” Astaroth replied, producing Jack the Ripper’s wanted poster and offering it to the man. The man grabbed the poster, glancing at it briefly before scowling, “Tch, I can’t believe someone hired damn mages.” Sighing, he relaxed his arms before saying, “The chief is busy, but I can answer some questions about this guy.”
“Do you have any witness testimonies? A criminal record? A list of victims? Any kind of files even remotely related to the Ripper would prove useful,” Astaroth requested, pulling up chairs for Maho and himself to sit down in, opposite of the police officer.
The officer gave him a quizzical look, “Why would we keep files on that lowly of a criminal? It’s just someone trying to gain fame by stealing his name.” The officer got up out of his chair moving towards a file cabinet, “I guess we might have something.” The officer opened a drawer and began rifling through files until he pulled out a folder. “Here it is, all the data we have about him.” The policeman said, handing Astaroth the folder.
“Sweet, thanks.” Astaroth thanked the man, taking the file and flipping it open. He motioned Maho to come look as well. The folder contained a single page ripped out of a newspaper titled, “Woman attacked at night, clothes slashed to pieces.” The article talked about how a woman was coming home from work when she was attacked by a shadowy figure and her clothing was ripped to pieces, and would have probably been killed if an officer hadn’t happened upon them. Unfortunately the policeman didn’t get a good look at the figure as the figure ran off once he arrived.
“No photos, no protocols, who’s running this place?” Maho whispered, trying to find something that would help them. “I can’t see anything in this, is there more?” she said, wondering if the policeman was honest with them. there was no way this was all they had, or the police was really rotten around these areas. The policeman who had gone back to his work, turned around shaking his head at them, “Why would there be more on some lowly pervert? It’s not like anyone died or anything, there has been a few more attacks but the only thing ever harmed was clothing. Why should we worry about him, when there are real criminals to hunt down? I would have presumed you would know he wasn’t that much of a criminal since the reward on that poster is only 13,000 J.”
Maho has had enough of this guy. “Tell that to the victims faces, I dare you.” she said, her voice deathly cold, “Do you have a daughter perhaps? Imagine if that was her being his target.” she continued, the glare she was giving the officer enough to break through a wall.
“Simmer down, cowgirl. I told you I got this,” Astaroth half-whispered to Maho, putting a hand on her shoulder in an effort to silence her. “She does have a point though,” Astaroth’s voice had none of Maho’s venom, but it was just as serious. “In short, we’re dealing with a potential serial-rapist, with several charges of sexual harassment under his belt already. I’d hazard a guess and say there are a lot more cases that should be in this file, but have never been reported. If that’s not a criminal to you, I don’t know what is. Now, let me ask again as nicely as I can: Do you have anything else on this guy we could use?”
The police officer grumbled before replying, “I told you that’s all we have, there are more important cases to deal with than that one. The only thing we know is that he strikes at night in the downtown district of town. Now if you wouldn’t mind I’d like you to leave so I can finish my work.” Glaring at them he lifted his arm and pointed to the door.
“Alright, thank you for your time. It’s been a pleasure,” Astaroth gave a small smile almost ironically, then he turned to Maho. “Let’s go find Elize,” he said flatly, storing the police file in his robes and exiting the police building. His hood returned to its upright position once he exited.
“Hmph! The pleasure is all yours.” Maho said in that typical spoiled brat tone before following after Astaroth without any greeting to the police man. Once out, she sighed, her irritation somewhat softening: “Well, at least we now have time and place, but that still leaves the possibility of him attacking someone else even if I am there.” she grumbled, looking to the ground. the behavior of that police man was inexcusable. “Let's head to the library and hope Elize had better luck.”