The gathered people began a clamor once the floor was opened, and voices came and went. Finally a voice spoke firmly, "I guess I will open it up with what I know a lot of us are thinking." A small D'finn vampire spoke from the back of the room. "Do we have any leads, are there suspects? Do we know who killed her, and how will we be going about bringing them to justice?" By the end of his spiel he had raise his voice from what had started as a firm statement to nearly a shout.
The chairman glanced at the members of the council, straightened his tie. "Well as of yet the investigation has only just begun, so we can't quite be sure of any list of suspects, however I can assure you that the police force of the town will be devoting a large amount of their time to solving this." He took a deep breath. "While it cannot be confirmed as of yet, I would like to make a slightly more personal comment before we close for a private council meeting. I do not, no I cannot believe that one of the citizens of this town is responsible for the atrocity committed. We live here, together, not as nests, covens, packs, and courts, but as a community of beings that want only peace together. Beyond that the public segment of this meeting is adjourned."
-Roland-
When the chairman basically kicked everybody out Roland picked up his notebook and slipped out through a side door to head to the library to pick up his stuff. Once he had his backpack on he started walking, but as he left the parking lot he decided instead of turning left and heading towards home, he was going to head right towards the soda shop and see how Auntie J was doing, and to pick up a cream soda. The meeting had left him slightly shaken, though the mayors parting message had given him some hope on how the town might be able to pull together, not rip itself apart.
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The police force isn't very large in my mind, I am envisioning maybe you Elena's characters when she finally posts them and maybe five or six others
And on ice cream I am sure they will accommodate
And on ice cream I am sure they will accommodate
Especially since all of our characters are relatively prominent, they will have rubbed shoulders at some point. So most of them will at least be on a first name basis.
Hey guys, I will be posting tonight, in a few hours
-Roland-
Roland was leaning behind his father's desk, his right hand supporting a black spiral bound notepad, the other twirling a bright yellow number two pencil. His father had just taken his seat, and the room was slowly filling with on-lookers, coming to hear what the council and the elders would have to say. This was, after all, the first murder to go unsolved for more than twenty-four hours in the town of Arryn in over a hundred years, and the emotions were a delicate mixture of fear and anger at the prospects of old tensions arising between the bloodlines of Arryn.
Roland cast his gaze out into the crowd that was gathering around the seal of the council and their desks, wondering if perhaps there was a freshly blooded killer among them. If there was Roland would have found himself at a loss. These were his neighbors, his friends. He had gone to school with these people, learned from these people, grown up surrounded by these people. To think that one of them could be the killer, it sent his stomach into spirals.
-Connor-
The Vida had passed a ruling earlier in the day restricting the permission of Coven members to attend the meeting. Those permitted to go to the 'open' town meeting were the best of their bloodline, the strongest, toughest most forceful looking, as well as those with reputations for strength and ability, and as Connor looked at the members of his Coven he realized he was the youngest of them there. Then he saw his uncle take a seat at the councilors table, and watched as his father and uncle quietly passed an almost imperceptible glance between one another a subtle nod, confirming that they were on the same page.
A hushed silence fell over the room and the Chairman of the Council, a human name Frank Galloway, cleared his throat. "Today we are here to bring to light the issue of the death of one Mary Aylmer, a member of the D'finn bloodline. At this time, it can be confirmed, due to the manor of her death, that her passing was neither accidental nor self inflicted, and that as of today, our police force will be opening an investigation into the matter. With that being said, are there any questions?"
Roland was leaning behind his father's desk, his right hand supporting a black spiral bound notepad, the other twirling a bright yellow number two pencil. His father had just taken his seat, and the room was slowly filling with on-lookers, coming to hear what the council and the elders would have to say. This was, after all, the first murder to go unsolved for more than twenty-four hours in the town of Arryn in over a hundred years, and the emotions were a delicate mixture of fear and anger at the prospects of old tensions arising between the bloodlines of Arryn.
Roland cast his gaze out into the crowd that was gathering around the seal of the council and their desks, wondering if perhaps there was a freshly blooded killer among them. If there was Roland would have found himself at a loss. These were his neighbors, his friends. He had gone to school with these people, learned from these people, grown up surrounded by these people. To think that one of them could be the killer, it sent his stomach into spirals.
-Connor-
The Vida had passed a ruling earlier in the day restricting the permission of Coven members to attend the meeting. Those permitted to go to the 'open' town meeting were the best of their bloodline, the strongest, toughest most forceful looking, as well as those with reputations for strength and ability, and as Connor looked at the members of his Coven he realized he was the youngest of them there. Then he saw his uncle take a seat at the councilors table, and watched as his father and uncle quietly passed an almost imperceptible glance between one another a subtle nod, confirming that they were on the same page.
A hushed silence fell over the room and the Chairman of the Council, a human name Frank Galloway, cleared his throat. "Today we are here to bring to light the issue of the death of one Mary Aylmer, a member of the D'finn bloodline. At this time, it can be confirmed, due to the manor of her death, that her passing was neither accidental nor self inflicted, and that as of today, our police force will be opening an investigation into the matter. With that being said, are there any questions?"
Mary Aylmer was an old vampire, she was 376 years old and had fought in her own kinds wars for hundreds of years. She had faced down monsters of the sort that most humans would never have even imagined, not even in their worst nightmares. She had slain vampires, mad witches, werewolves, fey and more, and yet in this moment she was terrified then ever, even in this safe little town.
Mary lived alone on the outskirts of town. It was easier that way for her, away from most society. She was rarely visited by any species other than her own, and thus the first knock on her door, late at night, caught her by surprise.
When she opened the door she was even more shocked to find two children, even by human standards, the elder, a girl no more that sixteen, with long blond hair, bangs hanging down over her eyes. She was wearing a flannel shirt unbuttoned over a light weight tank top with the sleeves rolled up and some type if camping backpack.
The boy couldn't have been more than eight, the same light blond hair, long, he was wearing a denim jacket much too large for him, over some type of stripped shirt.
"Can we use your phone please?" The girl asked. Mary's heart froze at the chilling sound of the voice. There was something wrong with these two.
"I don't have a phone child." She answered firmly, trying to sound steady and calm.
"You need to have a phone." The young girl spoke firmly, "You have to." Her voice spiked and she stomped her foot, shaking her hair out of her eyes.
Mary saw her eyes then. There was no iris, no white. Where those things should have been there was just black, black laced with red tendrils. So too, Mary realized, were the boys eyes, except while the girls eyes were laced with red tendrils, the boys were laced with blue.
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Mary Aylmer's body was found hung upside down pierced with multiple stakes and blades, as well as wounds that were left gaping open, her fangs had been ripped out, and yet there was no blood anywhere.
This murder is considered to be top priority by the city council and is to be addressed immediately by the elders of all the races at an emergency meeting, open to any and all members of the town.
Mary lived alone on the outskirts of town. It was easier that way for her, away from most society. She was rarely visited by any species other than her own, and thus the first knock on her door, late at night, caught her by surprise.
When she opened the door she was even more shocked to find two children, even by human standards, the elder, a girl no more that sixteen, with long blond hair, bangs hanging down over her eyes. She was wearing a flannel shirt unbuttoned over a light weight tank top with the sleeves rolled up and some type if camping backpack.
The boy couldn't have been more than eight, the same light blond hair, long, he was wearing a denim jacket much too large for him, over some type of stripped shirt.
"Can we use your phone please?" The girl asked. Mary's heart froze at the chilling sound of the voice. There was something wrong with these two.
"I don't have a phone child." She answered firmly, trying to sound steady and calm.
"You need to have a phone." The young girl spoke firmly, "You have to." Her voice spiked and she stomped her foot, shaking her hair out of her eyes.
Mary saw her eyes then. There was no iris, no white. Where those things should have been there was just black, black laced with red tendrils. So too, Mary realized, were the boys eyes, except while the girls eyes were laced with red tendrils, the boys were laced with blue.
---
Mary Aylmer's body was found hung upside down pierced with multiple stakes and blades, as well as wounds that were left gaping open, her fangs had been ripped out, and yet there was no blood anywhere.
This murder is considered to be top priority by the city council and is to be addressed immediately by the elders of all the races at an emergency meeting, open to any and all members of the town.
Currently working on the IC, it should be up sometime tonight, I'm sorry for the delays! Hope everybody is still interested and excited!
Best of luck Asuras, I'm really sorry I didn't get to know you any better, I hope everything goes well and that everything is alright.
I'm around! :)
I'm around for the night, probably for a three or four hours.
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