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Post by DDos on Mar 21, 2017 4:45:43 GMT
The sun was beginning its slow descent into the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant hues of purple and fiery oranges and flighty pinks. The dipping orb of radiance cast a layer of lustrous gold onto the ever-shifting waters of the loch and cast lengthy shadows that only seemed to grow as the seconds ticked by. A chill wind blows across the lake and saps the warmth from the air, misting the breath of any close enough to water’s edge.
Poles have been driven into the rocky soil of the easternmost bank of the loch; yellow streamers emblazoned with the words “crime scene; do not cross” clearly mark out an area about fifteen feet in diameter. Emergency service vehicles The thump of a helicopter’s blades slicing the air can be heard overhead as a powerful searchlight passes over the ground below. The vehicle hovers over the area before flying towards the other side of the water. Upon closer inspection of the scene itself, one is met with… a rather strange. A group of what looked like black and white teddy bears dressed in bulletproof vests labeled with the word “forensics” in bold, bright yellow letters and name tapes Velcroed to the front. An odd sight to be sure, but one that would be easier to explain upon approaching the line. The quite whirling of gears turning as the bears milled about: androids. One bear spoke into a radio while another took pictures of the scene with what appeared to be an antiquated camera.
In the center of the organized chaos stood a white-haired woman in a navy-blue uniform. The hemline of her skirt flutters lightly with the wind as she stands next to a police car with flashing lights. A holographic display covers one of the lilac eyes set in her delicate features. Her eyes seem to follow the bears as they go about the work of cataloguing the scene. It’s obvious that she is the lead investigator here.
Tag: @orion
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2017 13:43:09 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] don't even know what i'm fighting for just know i can't stop fighting. [attr="class","monalisa"]There was mud underfoot as Orion got out of the taxi he'd taken to get here. He looked at it with a disgusted frown. His boots were black, and they could handle the elements, but he had always hated being this far out in the sticks. Only the request for an investigator had gotten him out here in the Outlands. Looking up, he breathed in the country air. As much as he'd expecting something disgusting, like cow manure, the air around the lake wasn't all that bad. Maybe it smelled a bit like stagnant water and mildew, but that was to be expected. There wasn't anything telling enough to help with the few details he had about this mission. He looked around at the spectacle of an investigation, and headed to the yellow police tape.
There were... bears. Mechanical bears. Well, that was freakish. And enough helicopters to scatter every scent from there to Felici, gods damn it all. Clearly, they weren't used to having a Hunter to help them. He looked around for the person he was supposed to report to, and spotted the woman in the blue uniform. It was not a typical badge's uniform. She was probably the one he was looking for. Stepping around the... forensics bears... he walked over to her, lifting his hand to guard his eyes from the brilliant lights of the police vehicle. Was she responsible for the frankly disturbing androids that were working the crime scene?
"Excuse me," he said. "Are you the lead investigator here? I'm from the Hunters' Guild, and I was told to report to the lead investigator."
He lowered his hand as he put his back to the lights, evaluating her face with his eyes. There was no knowing what to expect from the police, when the Hunters got a contract from them. A lot of the cops resented when they needed a Hunter to get the job done, and so he could expect a lot of hostility from them. Others were grateful for whatever help they could get in closing a case, especially when lives were on the line. He was hoping that this woman was among the latter.
Of course, the creepy-as-shit androids didn't really help his opinion of her at all...
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Post by DDos on Mar 25, 2017 22:16:19 GMT
The woman turned towards Orion upon being addressed, tapping the device she wore on her ear and dismissing the holographic display. She looked him up and down while her subordinates continued cataloging the scene. She’d need every detail possible to solves case; meticulous detail could only be a good thing if this Hunter failed. “So you’re the one the captain was talking about over the radio. Inspector Ayla Grey, Felici Police department. Brass didn’t want any mistakes with this one so they put in a request for one of you Hunter types.” She personally didn’t think much of Hunters because most of the ones she heard about were little more than contract murderers. Hopefully he wasn’t one of the bad ones that liked all the killing and blood, but she wasn’t holding out much hope.
“Not sure how much you were told, but we have a missing child case. Father says that he saw a woman in white wandering off in that direction with his son.” She pointed to a seemingly random spot in the tree line, which was no more than twenty-five meters away. “Not sure exactly how you hunter types like to work, but you can go after the kid right now or you can go talk to the father, he might have something that can help. He’s over there in the ambulance; managed to cut himself up on something in the lake.” Again, Ayla indicated the location in question where another set of flashing lights could be seen.
“Other than that, just try to stay out of my little helpers’ way, and do your best to find him, alright?” She would wait for an answer before nodding and reactivating her holographic eyepiece. Then, she’d return to her work monitoring her “little helpers”.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2017 0:29:16 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] don't even know what i'm fighting for just know i can't stop fighting. [attr="class","monalisa"]He nodded once at the introduction, noting her lack of warmth. This wasn't one of the ones that liked Hunters, then. Good to know. He glanced over at the spot in the tree-line as she pointed, not seeing anything out of the ordinary there. Of course, if the child had still been visible, then this would have all been stupid and pointless. But it was good to have a general direction to start from. A woman in white, though... Was it a ghost? Or just a woman with a monochromatic fashion sense? What he didn't understand was why the father hadn't chased after her. Did he just watch the woman take his son away and not try to follow, or was there more to this? He would have to find out before he blindly rushed off into the forest.
"Right," he said, nodding again at her words. "Thanks."
Heading over to the ambulance, he side-stepped a couple of the... little helpers... Gods, calling them that only made it creepier... and peered in to find the father. He had to gather intel before he blindly rushed off and got himself killed. It wouldn't help anyone if he ended up dead for lack of information. Even if it would cost him a little time in the pursuit, it would be more likely to result in a successful mission.
"Excuse me, are you the boy's father?" he asked, keeping a respectful distance so that the EMT could work. "My name's Orion Lorne, and I was sent to help find your son. What can you tell me about the 'woman in white'? Do you have any idea who or what she was?"
The who was unlikely, but it was less likely to scare the man than asking the what first. The woman had kidnapped a child, after all. Either there was a horrible human woman out there with a stolen child, which probably wouldn't have required a Hunter's assistance, or there was something more dangerous involved. He didn't like to eliminate options when he didn't have any information. He hadn't even started to look for a scent yet, so he didn't have any theories of his own to start with.
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Post by DDos on Apr 12, 2017 18:32:52 GMT
The smell of stall blood is one of the first things that Orion would notice upon approaching the ambulance along with the scent of antiseptics and freshly unwrapped bandages. A pair of emergency medical personnel mills around the back of the ambulance, checking various medical instruments or otherwise practicing their occupation. A man can be seen sitting in the back as well and it is immediately obvious that he is the source of the scent. His face is pale and his body trembles with slight shivers that don’t seem likely to stop any time soon. Though the EMTs appear to either ignore or fail to notice Orion, the injured man they tend lifts his head and looks upon the Hunter with reddened eyes that never seem to give the young wolf their full, undivided attention. The man squints as though doing so will bring the younger man into focus.
“Yer here ta find ma boy?” he asks in a voice heavily laced with the rural accent common to the area. His eyes brighten upon receiving an answer to the affirmative. “Good; maybe one of ya Hunter-types’ll find ‘im.” He pauses for thought. “I ‘on’t rememba much. Me an’ ma boy, Allen, was just walkin’ along the beach there ta get to our favorite fishin’ spot. Saw some fool woman walk inta tha water a little ways over yonder an’ tried goin’ in afta ‘er.
“Nex’ thing I know, tha same woman is walkin’ inta tha woods with ma boy in hand. Tried goin’ afta ‘em but I cut ma hand somethin’ fierce tryin’ ta save tha girl. Got to weak ta keep goin’.” Another pause. “I do remember that ma boy wadn’t tryin’ ta fight back or nothin’. I reckon he though ‘e knew tha girl or somethin’.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2017 22:18:35 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] don't even know what i'm fighting for just know i can't stop fighting. [attr="class","monalisa"]Orion could recognize the signs of significant blood loss when he saw it. Not only had he experienced it more than once, but he'd seen other people experience it, whether it was other Hunters or his own prey. The signs were pretty obvious when you knew what to look for. The pale skin, the trembling... At least the EMTs were there to make sure he didn't go into shock.
But the blood loss was troubling. If this man had cut his hand, there was no reason for him to have lost that much blood. The hands didn't bleed nearly as much as a cut in other places, because there were no major veins that ran through them. Was the woman responsible? He'd heard rumors about water Magi that could move their own blood, but he'd never heard of anything that could influence someone else's. Maybe it was somehow vampiric in nature? It wasn't the sort of thing he'd seen before, but he wasn't ready to rule anything out, especially if the man was experiencing some kind of memory loss. But why had the boy gone voluntarily?
"Thank you for your help," he said, nodding once. "I'll do my best to bring him back to you."
This time, he headed over to the shore where the woman had been seen. Hopefully, he would see footsteps, or catch a scent of some kind that would help him find the trail. Surely there would at least be footprints from the boy. The sand was soft, and the weather hadn't been bad enough that he could expect the traces to have washed away. The lake wasn't like the ocean. There wasn't much of a tide to wash away evidence. Thanks to the Goddess, he was better than most at tracking, and his own steps didn't leave a lot of trace behind, so there was little risk of contaminating the crime scene himself.
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Post by DDos on May 9, 2017 13:11:06 GMT
“The’ ya best get goin’,” the man said. “Ma boy ain’t gonna find ‘imself.” The father began shooing Orion away with a gesture before one of the medical workers forced him to cease the action, stating that it would be best to stay still for a while longer. An energetic hike in the vitals displayed upon the screen prompted a the EMT watching the screen to double her focus on the man with a worrisome look. The movement had obviously caused more than a superficial reaction.
Upon arriving at the scene, the young Hunter would find the location much like one would expect. Anything noteworthy was marked out by numbered panels that stood erect in the sand like silent guardians bearing witness to the site. A twin trail of footprints—one small and the other that of a fully-grown man—leading towards the shore line would be most apparent and the length between them suggested a leisurely pace. Further on—at a point marked by a discarded fishing pole and tack box—the length between the larger set of tracks widened considerably as the raced towards the edge of the great body of water. Another clue worthy of note was the fact the smaller trail paused briefly—indicated by the depth of the imprints—before turning sharply and proceeding towards the nearby tree line. An obvious anomaly would be the distinct lack of a third trail.
Curious…
Orion would find little else of use amid the scene; the inspector was nothing if not through in her documentation.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2017 14:34:37 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] don't even know what i'm fighting for just know i can't stop fighting. [attr="class","monalisa"]Orion examined the footprints, trying to get a clear picture of what had happened here. Most of what he could piece together was conjecture. What had made the man start running toward the water? Had that been the moment when he'd seen the woman? There didn't seem to be much of a trail for the so-called mystery woman. Hopefully, that didn't mean that the she was a spirit, or a ghost. He wasn't a fan of either. Fortunately, though, there was a trail of footsteps that was smaller than the rest. The boy's, probably. Orion knelt down to examine the footprint, observing the shape of the shoe and the tread, as well as memorizing the size. There wasn't much of a scent left after all of the time that had passed, and all of the people who had passed through, but a trail of footprints would be enough for him to go on.
He followed the trail of footprints toward the forest. Once they got away from the marshy and wet ground, the footprints were unlikely to be as distinct, but Orion was hoping that his knowledge of tracking would be enough to allow him to continue on. As long as there were footprints, he at least had a bead on where the boy had gone, even if he couldn't track the woman. Odds were that they would be together at the end of wherever the trail led, but who knew? He was mostly hoping to get close enough to catch the boy's scent. Everything that the older man had been carrying had been contaminated with his own personal scent, which made it impossible to separate from the boy's.
From what he could tell, there was no blood along the trail. Whatever had attacked the old man, it hadn't drawn the blood of the boy. And the old man's blood scent didn't extend this far. Why hadn't the man chased after? What had injured him so badly, but had left him with no memory of the event? Orion had more questions than answers, and it left him feeling on edge about the whole situation. His hand rested on the butt of his pistol as he headed away from the crime scene, hoping that the trail would lead somewhere.
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