Upon noting that the older girl was still sampling the biscuits that she had ordered specifically for herself and Saturday, Arinne narrowed her eyes in irritation. At least glancing towards Saturday made her somewhat less annoyed. Her head pressed into Sophiana's chest appeared to have made the silver-haired girl completely freeze up. It was amusing. However...
"Next time I'll order a batch laced with Bitrex and dead spiders," she commented, loud enough to be heard. Not simply due to annoyance, but also because the idea of her servants worriedly checking any food well before eating it was incredibly amusing to her. But, there were other matters to discuss at hand.
"Now.. it's good to get introductions out of the way, of course, I'm surprised everyone waited so long," the blonde girl continued with an idle wave of her hand.
"But we're not going to be setting up a plan until we've investigated the site of the murder, so do not be concerned about serving as bait," she added. Then, with a smirk... "Yet."
The concerns about a trap being set for
investigators wasn't unfounded, and Arinne was at least pleased that Pearwoolf had started properly contributing and offering some kind of conclusion.
She steepled her fingers as she leaned forward.
"Of course, it could be a trap," she said, simply, "But we'll learn nothing more if we don't visit the crime scene. So, I've elected to investigate during broad daylight, where it is far more difficult for anyone to spring a trap and go unnoticed. The killer may be leaving the corpses, but they're hiding the method, so I am certain they are still bearing some level of consideration to the secrecy of magic."
The diminutive mage rose to her feet. In spite of her behavior, that made it even more clear she was definitely the shortest person in the room.
"Any further introductions can be made while we approach," said Arinne, "We hardly want to be tardy, do we?"
With that, she lead the way out of the room. Transport had already been prepared, the Ar-Rynesarte influence was still enough to swiftly garner such service, after all.
But there was another delay.
It was an older man, one whose hair had begun to grey, but still held some signs of youth, clad in dark clothing.
"Ah, Lady Ar-Rynesarte. What are you doing this fine day?" he asked, with a smile.
"I'm not interested in becoming wrapped in conversation with you, Lord Vallius," Arinne responded, shortly, narrowing her eyes. The long-winded lecturer had seemed to take an interest in attempting to hold conversations with her as of late. She supposed there was nothing wrong with that, especially given the man had not-so-long ago lost his daughter, but she had no interest in serving as a surrogate, especially when she had business to attend to. "I have important business I must attend to, as you may be able to discern."
"... Is it about that murderer?" he asked, with a frown, "You really shouldn't worry yourself over such things. The Citadel Six will certainly handle it."
"If I had the faith in the Unlucky Six to do their job flawlessly, I would not have activated my remaining contracts. Good day, Lord Vallius," she said, narrowing her eyes slightly as she did. The man let out a sigh as she departed, leading her servants to the vehicles they would be taking. Each was black and shiny, quite clearly a well-made vehicle, though Arinne had little knowledge or care for the make of them.
Once everyone had gotten into their cars, they were off.
The moment Arinne's group, and by extension the others, arrived at the crime scene, the first obstacle was immediately apparent.
They weren't abandoned.
"Hey, hey, you can't come in here!" warned a police officer, a young woman, accompanied by a man. Arinne sighed. She had expected this, but it didn't make the process any less annoying. She could just barely see into the alleyway beyond. There was no way they could conduct an investigation like this.
And so...
Mana flowed through Arinne's limbs. She was, perhaps, well-equipped to deal with such a scenario.
"Don't worry, officers, we won't be taking any of your time," she stated, smirking as she glanced up at the both of them.
"O waters, still and freeze, flow no more."
The magical energy in her body flowed down to her fingertips, as she calmly raised her right hand and waved it.
"Let stillness take you."
Suddenly, the officers were... not frozen, no. But they may as well have been. Their movements(and even their perception of reality) had suddenly slowed to a crawl, to the point where it almost seemed as if they were frozen solid. It was a simple spell, a sort of stasis. Completely useless against anyone with any magical capabilities, but against people like these police officers...
They would have all the time in the world to perform their investigation.
"Come along, then," Arinne said, simply, glancing back towards the others, "Let's see what this blood-soaked killer left behind!"
There was perhaps a hint of too much excitement in her voice.
The crime scene was of course no longer home to the body, but the chalk outline remained. Not only that, but the rather expansive spray of dried blood lingered, as well. Notably, the largest marks were near the victim's head and roughly a meter in front of them.
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