@KatherinWinter @EurmalEye @Silverstein @HumanMusic @knifeman @AllHollowsEve @booksmusicanime @Eviledd1984Azeal and SoraAzeal and Sora listened as the Elder explained their circumstances, as well as him basically yelling at the newcomers who showed up late. One of them being another Lich was something that Sora couldn't help but look away from in disgust. Still, Neither of them disagreed with what the Elder was saying to them in regards of there being times when there's a threat none can take on by themselves. Azeal in particular could think of quite a few people back home who would fit that kind of category...his mother included.
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I'm Azeal, he's Sora. I'm a Demon, he's a Reaper. He hates undead, there's nothing you can do about that, and we'll be in any team that wants us. ...On second thought, looks like everyone else has made their respective teams already. ...Guess it's you and me, Sora. You take care of the Items then, and I'll be the distraction." Azeal quickly explained to the Newcomers before then looking at Sora.
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Huh...? Why me?"
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Billy the Kid over there said it best. I'm not good with Holy Objects and stuff, and even if this is a fake ritual, I get the feeling those will be involved. Besides, You're a reaper, right? Purification rituals for the undead should be right up your alley." Azeal explained to him before raising his hand and looking at the Elder.
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One Copy for the Reaper, Boss." Azeal said.
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RosinaA few hours ago...It would have been a beautiful morning over at the Big Apple, NYC. The Skies were clear, the morning sunrise was shining radiantly passed the skyscrapers as the streets became even more active than usual, par for the course as people wake and head for school or work.
It was a shame, then, that none of the peaceful morning atmosphere could reach one particular hotel room, the morning rays just barely shining through the blinds of this apartment, lightened instead by the multiple instantaneous lights of a camera's flash. The inside of the building was filled with people in black, ...not to be confused with the "Men in Black" of course, while police patrolled outside the entrance to this room. As they did, they spotted a woman wearing a dress shirt over a short black coat, black skirt, waist-long stockings and heel shoes of black leather, essentially a feminine version of the uniform everyone inside was wearing. One thing in particularly of note was her long blue hair with matching sapphire blue eyes, revealed when she took off her glasses upon getting off the elevator.
Without a word, before the police had any chance of stopping her, she took off a badge from the lapel of her black coat and showed it to them...An FBI Badge with, among other information, her name:
"Detective Ambrosina Conally"
Without saying a single word, they looked at the badge, and as instantly as they were ready to make her leave, they let her pass as she stepped over the yellow police tape. She looked around, cautiously stepping over anything that might be used as evidence as other FBI members were photographing the scene, or discussing among each other.
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Ah, Detective!" A voice rang out among the agents in the room, as Rosina looked towards the one who said it, who immediately headed towards her.
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Not exactly what I had in mind for a wake-up call, Agent. Good thing I skipped breakfast though. You absolutely certain this is the Vampire's doing?" Rosina asked the FBI agent heading for her.
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We wouldn't have called you here if we weren't." The agent replied as they walked into the crime scene.
Despite being a crime scene, the room looked relatively clean, save for the bed being stabbed repeatedly. On the bed was a man, or at least, what used to be a man. Though he was still wearing closed he was unnaturally thin and his skin dried up, his eyes white like ivory and wide open, much like his gaping mouth. Hair was still intact, but with the skin dried up and dehydrated, his head looked much closer to a skull than a normal living head should. The body was mutilated with large holes that pierced through the bone, flesh violently torn as if by hand, one of his arms snapping downward like the twig of a tree, and it seems the forensics are looking at what appears to be a knee cap torn from the victim's knee and thrown to the ground.
And yet, there was no blood. Not one drop of blood anywhere in the room, not even one drop detected via luminol reaction; no guts either, not a single organ or fluid of any kind could be seen.
This man was, literally, just skin and bones at this point.
Rosina looked away from this...abomination, covering her mouth as she did. She has seen this kind of death many times now, but it's never any easier to cope with it.
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...Can you give me a rundown?"
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The vic is one Dean Silvers, a 40 year old vice president of communications at some decent IT company here in New York, as well as a well-known Lobbyist. The bellboy downstairs claims that the vic rented out a hotel room for the night after he spent hours drinking at the bar. Apparently he was celebrating some kind of political success before he called it a night and went up to his room."
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Time of Death?"
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We're not exactly sure. The lack of blood for a proper temperature is giving the coroner a hard time as usual. The adjacent guests claim they heard him go back to his room at around 12:30. They heard a knock on his door a half-hour later, but no one saw anyone outside in the hallway, so we can assume the one who knocked was expected and immediately let in. Half-hour after that, one of the neighboring guests smelt blood and apparently thought he heard some noises of struggle minutes ago, but assumed it was some kind of bickering. He called the manager about the blood smell, and the body was found fifteen minutes later at about 1:45 or so by the bellboy that was sent to check up on the victim. Therefore, we believe the Time of Death was somewhere between 1:00 and 1:30." The Agent explained, as Rosina touched at the corpse with her gloved hands.
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So the Vampire was at this hotel, stalked this VP guy to his room and killed him? ...Then that had to be the guest at 1. Did he say when he heard those noises?"
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Not an exact time, no. But he did say it was before he went to the manager downstairs."
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Then the Vampire...got in, sadistically killed their prey then got out, all in a half-hour?" She asked, immediately looking over at an open window on the far side of the room. Simply walking away from such a scene was too risky for someone like The Vampire, too many variables to consider when walking down a hotel's hallway. Therefore, they had to have escaped from the window. But before she could think on it further...
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Hey, Detective Conally! You got a message from Washington." Another agent said, walking into the crime scene with a letter in hand. Rosina grabbed the letter and read it. It was written in code so as to keep the confidentiality of the Bureau intact from outsiders who might try to read it, much like these Agents of the FBI. Fortunately, being an agent of the BoSA as well, it was easy for Rosina to decipher.
Detective Ambrosina Conally, this is an executive order from the BoSA Elder directly...
The Bureau is setting up a Task Force made up of individuals personally handpicked by the Elder himself, to work together to stop particularly dangerous supernatural threats to humanity. The Elder has selected you to be a member of this, due to your connections with the FBI, your Shadow magic and investigative skill, and your current investigation with the Vampire.
As of reading this message, you are to temporarily any and all activity, investigations, and/or missions that you are undergoing, and report back to Washington to take part in this squadron.
Once again, this is an executive order. As such, this is non-negotiable, and failure may result in punishment and/or dismissal. Any questions must be asked directly to the Elder upon arrival, as the supervisor writing this message has no answers to give.
Be sure to burn this message after reading.Needless to say, Rosina was not happy about what this letter entails. She's alright with the concept of taking part in the...frankly unusual concept of being part of some sort of team in a place like the BoSA if the MiB is any indication, and a team might help her catch the Vampire that much easier anyways. But having her stop what she's doing, hunting the Vampire right after another victim was found, THAT'S what pissing her off. The Victim was killed last night, which means she was finally close to catching the perp this time. This was all she was thinking about as she bit on her thumbnail. ...Still, there was nothing she could do about this. As it says, this is a direct order from the top brass of the BoSA, so there's no way she can just disobey it. With that in mind she walked back towards the officers near the entrance to the crime scene.
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Tell the boys in black that I got called back to Washington. That they're in charge until I get back, but most importantly, to be very careful. If they find the Perp while I'm gone, send backup and be cautious. They try to be a hero against this one, they'll die a fool." She said to them. Without waiting for a response, she walked towards the elevator and called for a taxi.
Her Destination: The next flight to Washington DC.
