[Tamesh]

@ Red  She smiles at you pleasantly, unfortunately her troll features don't make that much better than her normal appearance. "Thank you Ms White. I'll speak to the Dr. I'm afraid it'll take a few moments as he is in consultation right now. But I will be able to at least give you an answer regarding whether or not he'll see you."

"Thank you very much." With that, Red steps away from the counter. She spends a few moments scanning the shelves out of curiosity, but the abundance of things she doesn't recognize put her on edge more than they interest her. Especially after the events of last night, she's had her fair share of the unknown. For the time being she takes a seat and flips through a magazine while awaiting consultation.

[ismilealot]

@ Feathers  You hear the canned music ubiquitous to a hold, but within a few moments you hear a voice in it's 'calm, profession, but you just interrupted my lunch chummer so this better be good,' tone of voice. "Fallon here."

[Csjarrat]

//Detective Fallon, I spoke to you at the crime scene near the bakery this morning, the multiple homicide? I'd suggested to get the Misuse of Magic team involved... well I have some further information about the perpetrator and his...its... location.//

[ismilealot]

@ Feathers  He answers you. "I've already spoken to Dorwart who's in charge of that dept. He said that's way above his pay-grade. He's spoke to the Fiends and Foul Magics Investigative Division and they don't have anyone local avail. at the moment. But they will be sending someone down within a week. We are taking you're information seriously and we're escalating it to the national division. I know waiting isn't ideal, but, whatever it is has so far only killed once every 4-5 days. The expert in ID'ing this should get here and be able to make a positive ID so that we can get a team down here." his voice so far has been that of the profession speaking the party line. And then he stops and his voice gets rough & angry. "And I know that's all drek, but there's not a fragging thing I can do to about it. Look, you find out anything more, anything useful and get in touch ok. I promise you I will make the calls to try & get this thing escalated."

[Csjarrat]

//Within a week?? jesus.....Ok, look I'll keep forwarding on what I can get in the meantime. If you've any spare resources, I know where this thing lives. <<attached file>>{map.img}. It lives in that sewer section, quite deep. I managed to track it down and confirm it is definitely a blood magic user, but I don't have the means to deal with it on my own. If you can get any resources to at least monitor or hamper it, you might just.. well.. you saw what it did this morning. None of us want to see that happen again. I'll be in touch if I manage to get any more info. Have a good day detective.//

[SgtBoomCloud]

[Office of Dr. Tatsami, Snohomish, WA   2:00 PM]

The little human overheard the troll's response to their inquiry, and that they were asked to wait.  Her jaw hardened, her pacing growing more agitated.  Likely it was due to the atmosphere of the place, being a lot more..."academically" inclined with all the weird mojo stuff, but Arc was moving antsy before too long.  Idly picking up bits and bobs here, she took a glance over the the elf, Khali, who actually seemed to be interested in stuff, and Red, reading a magazine like some hoity-toity rich type. 

Frag, just how girly can you get?!   Letting out a sigh, Arc meandered through, glancing over at the front desk in wait for an answer to their goose chase, eventually bumping into Khali as she held up some curio.  "...This is some weird drek, man...don't tell me you actually make sense of this stuff?"  She eyed it curiously, even slipping on her goggles to take a look at thermographics and details.  "I mean...it don't mesh with modern tech or nothin'..what do you expect to use this stuff for, eh?"  Her voice carried, probably a little more than intended, but could easily still be her inside voice...if barely so.

[ismilealot]

@ Feathers  "I'll try & get some eyes in there. Won't be easy. The locals tend to disable and steal everything we put in that neighborhood. But, since it's sewers if we can get it deep enough maybe not. Ok, keep in touch. Here's my personal comm UH78521VX66528. Fallon out."

[ismilealot]

@ Duckdown  As Duckdown walks he notices that the "vibe" on the street is ugly, yeah the locals on the street were watching him, that was to be expected. You had to make sure the fragger in your turf wasn't gonna start summat what you had to finish. But, this was different, this was twitchy, this was wanting him to start something. and it wasn't long before someone decided that they were looking for trouble too, and a lanky keeb walked towards him. Dressed in leathers and studs and chains, he still had more metal in his body than on his clothing and Duckdown couldn't see one single weapon on him. He walks right up to you, right into your personal space and says, "I couldn't decide if you were lost or just plain stupid coming onto Ancients turf. But then, you gotta figure an ugly trog like you gotta be both. So here's your chance to smarten up. Leave."

[Landmine]

[Office of Dr. Tatsami, Snohomish, WA   2:00 PM]

The little human overheard the troll's response to their inquiry, and that they were asked to wait.  Her jaw hardened, her pacing growing more agitated.  Likely it was due to the atmosphere of the place, being a lot more..."academically" inclined with all the weird mojo stuff, but Arc was moving antsy before too long.  Idly picking up bits and bobs here, she took a glance over the the elf, Khali, who actually seemed to be interested in stuff, and Red, reading a magazine like some hoity-toity rich type. 

Frag, just how girly can you get?!   Letting out a sigh, Arc meandered through, glancing over at the front desk in wait for an answer to their goose chase, eventually bumping into Khali as she held up some curio.  "...This is some weird drek, man...don't tell me you actually make sense of this stuff?"  She eyed it curiously, even slipping on her goggles to take a look at thermographics and details.  "I mean...it don't mesh with modern tech or nothin'..what do you expect to use this stuff for, eh?"  Her voice carried, probably a little more than intended, but could easily still be her inside voice...if barely so.

Khali shrugs in response to Arc's questions. "I grew up around it. It just feels... natural." She reaches out to touch the piece that Arc held up, then snatches her hand back.

"That one has some silver inlays. Lots of foci do. You'd be amazed at what some mojo types can do with a simple earring. Some let them blast away stronger than they should, and others let them keep throwing spells when other folks would have passed out. That's the problem with magic, it's all about misdirection. Appearances mean very little."

[SgtBoomCloud]

Khali shrugs in response to Arc's questions. "I grew up around it. It just feels... natural." She reaches out to touch the piece that Arc held up, then snatches her hand back.

"That one has some silver inlays. Lots of foci do. You'd be amazed at what some mojo types can do with a simple earring. Some let them blast away stronger than they should, and others let them keep throwing spells when other folks would have passed out. That's the problem with magic, it's all about misdirection. Appearances mean very little."

Arc's expression turned from confused curiosity to simply straight out confusion, trying to make sense of what the elf was talking about with little success.   Her eyebrow seemed permanently raised as she turned the bauble over, noting the silver inlays.  Finally concluding that she is unable to actually understand how the drek it works, she replaced the object on the shelf, letting out her breath in an exasperated sigh.  "Y'dont say...so what you're sayin' is  you can't really know what mojo is about unless y'know mojo, aye?  Frag, no wonder y'all Awakened don't get trusted."

With a sigh, she placed her goggles about her forehead, shrugging.  "Get me a machine or some compounds any day, those I understand.  Nneehhh....oh, hello~"  She peered into a glass display stand of some kind of short sword.  "Now this...what's this doing in a mojo shop?  Ain't this some museum piece or some drek?"

[ismilealot]

@ Arc & Khali  The troll clerk steps forward then, the bracelets softly bangling on her wrists. and says, "Indeed it is. That sword is a unique piece custom crafted for Simeon Faerrel, The Black Wizard. Made of a unique blend of silver, platinum, orichalcum and stainless steel it's crafting process included layering it with several incantations and foci to increase both it's physical strength and it's ability to channel magic as a foci in and of itself. The Black Wizard used it in combat against several creatures including ghouls. Made by a master-craftsman in the image of the Sword of Goujian discovered in 1965 on an archealogical dig in China  it is the pride of the doctors private collection." She smiles at you as her hand gracefully indicates the sword and then she points to a small picture beside the sword. "There you can see an image of him wielding the sword."     

[Triskavanski]

"Greetings" she replies to them. "I can lend my talents as well.. I know most of the groups around here like the back of my hand, and then some... "

[ismilealot]

For Arachnid  : He  knew he had to go speak to his Master. The events of last night had him badly rattled, but somehow he needed to put it all in order and re-tell it to his clan leader, mentor and friend. As he walked out of his apartment, fully armed and armored he felt something was wrong immediately. He looked around for the threat, all his nerves on high alert. But, when he realized what it was he almost laughed at himself. Full-Tilt, the homeless guy who was here every morning was gone. Funny how you can get used to something. Arachnid begin walking at a fast clip towards the dojo. The cold morning air and the famaliar stench of the Barrens helping him. On his way he ran into several of his clan members on a morning run. When they saw him in full combat blacks they fell into step beside him. "Problem?" Hammond, the older of the two asked him. "Yes" Arachnid answered. But then answering their silent question. "But nothing to get dressed for. Yet. I'm going to go speak to the Master now." They nod and resume the run. If they are needed they will be told, in the meantime best to keep training so that they can be prepared.
     When you get to the dojo you find the Master in the exercise room running through his kata's. His control and technique flawless. When he see's you in full blacks and obviously waiting for him he calls out to you. "There is obviously trouble, or you would not come here dressed so. But, you are unsure of many things or you would have called me by comm rather than come here in person. Come exercise with me. The kata's will help center you." As you join your master, silent while you run through the exercises, you realize he is right. The familiar workout does help you, and it helps you order your thoughts. When you are done he straightens and turns to you, and you both bow, observing formal protocol. "Now, join me for breakfast and tell me what has you so troubled."
        As you tell him of the events of last night his face grows more grave. And when you tell him the creature has marked you his brow furrows with worry for you. "Magic has many paths that we have not seen yet. And I do not know what may counter this. But I'd like to send you away." His hand raises to forestall your objection. "To a monastery I know of who's master is both a personal friend and a practicioner. If there is a way to remove this taint he will know it. And perhaps in the meantime we here may learn more of what this is. As horrible as last night was for you. You are the first person to encounter what I believe is the creature performing the murders. The events you describe last night happened where they have discoverd more bodies this morning. Your information may be the key piece needed to unravel the mystery of this, as well as to finding it. So, you will go there, and I will put all available resources to gathering intell here. And you will return when you are ready." He makes all the arrangements and you are to leave within the half-hour. Complete with another fake SIN and some cred. While he's doing that you take a minute to check the news about the bodies he spoke of during your interview. You've got to call Duckdown.
>>Yo Duckmate. I just saw the trid. I'm sorry man, we were almost there. My master is sending me away to cleanse me of the taint so that it can't find me. When I come back, hopefully in just a day, we will hunt it and kill it.<<

[Tamesh]

@ Arc & Khali  The troll clerk steps forward then, the bracelets softly bangling on her wrists. and says, "Indeed it is. That sword is a unique piece custom crafted for Simeon Faerrel, The Black Wizard. Made of a unique blend of silver, platinum, orichalcum and stainless steel it's crafting process included layering it with several incantations and foci to increase both it's physical strength and it's ability to channel magic as a foci in and of itself. The Black Wizard used it in combat against several creatures including ghouls. Made by a master-craftsman in the image of the Sword of Goujian discovered in 1965 on an archealogical dig in China  it is the pride of the doctors private collection." She smiles at you as her hand gracefully indicates the sword and then she points to a small picture beside the sword. "There you can see an image of him wielding the sword."   

Red's curiosity is certainly piqued by the troll's description of the artifact. It's not that she's able to assign any particular significance to it, but it sounds very impressive. Surely a doctor with an artifact such as this in his collection is going to be a qualified source. Though it does make her a little bit worried about the potential price-point.

[Poindexter]

[Redmond Barrens, Seattle, UCAS. 2:16pm]

As he saunters through the elf controlled ghetto, Duckdown carries on a slew of mental conversations in his head.

>>Five figures! Man you're fragged! Ain't nobody got that kinda cred! But, since you're asking for it. AQ73697BD95789 Pretty Boy Floyd. But think four or more times 'bout asking omae. Because killing you isn't ta kindness he'd do you <<

<<@Nuts [Duckdown] Good lookin out, homey. I'll be careful. You better be too. I done heard there's some howler drama goin on.>>

'Fine, at home, grabbing protection of different varieties. Planning on fetching the bike, but if you'd prefer the backup, I can be there as short as the fuse on that troll from.. you know when~ Arachnid.'

<<@Arachnid [Duckdown] Naw, you go ahead and do you. If i learn anything, I'll holler. You do the same.>>

>>I just talked to ZIp. She done knocked the drek outta Godra and kicked her out. She can't even talk about Meli, an when I tried to ask about where she's making arrangements she cussed me out an hung up. An I done already talked to Mik. He'll help you kill whoever done this, null sweat bro. GS45281KF65117.<<

<<@Theresa [Duckdown] Thanks. Take care of Zip today, will ya? And get your dumb ass sister over there too, will ya?>>

<<@Lil Mil [Duckdown] Hoi, this Duckdown. Theresa hooked me up with your code. I need information and backup and I'm down to put myself in a copious amount of debt for it. I'm in yalls hood right now, trying to make myself look obvious and non-threatening. Location ARO attached. Find a trog, wiz?>>

>>I tried calling Zip. She ain't answerin' And don't you go messing things up with my new boyfriend. I ain't giving you his code and you ain't talking to him!<<

<<@Agatha [Duckdown] Then stop callin her and get your ass over to her place! This is blood, girl! I'm gonna meet your new man sooner or later and word is bond? You don't link me up with him right now? I'm gonna tell him all KINDA foul drek about you when we do link up, best believe. Now, come off that commcode.>>

>>Yo Duckmate. I just saw the trid. I'm sorry man, we were almost there. My master is sending me away to cleanse me of the taint so that it can't find me. When I come back, hopefully in just a day, we will hunt it and kill it.<<

Of all the messages he'd received today, all the bad news, all the "wish i could help"s he'd gotten from trusted sources today, this one hurt the most. 'Rack was the last person he expected to bug out and cover his own ass when other people's lives were on the line. Then again, he'd been acting weird as shit about whatever he saw last night. Maaaaan, fuck that breeder! I thought the two of us were down. If it had been me with the mark of a devil on me, and his fam dead by the devils hand, best believe the last place I'd be is in hiding like a punk while he was out pounding pavement looking for justice. Fuck what my "master" told me. What kinda creepy shit is that anyways? Fuckin master... Fuckin squish ass bullshit! He must be paying too much attention to the comm and not enough to his surroundings because before he knows it, there's a lanky pissed off razorboy in front of him, copping attitude and wearing Ancients colors.

"I couldn't decide if you were lost or just plain stupid coming onto Ancients turf. But then, you gotta figure an ugly trog like you gotta be both. So here's your chance to smarten up. Leave."

An entire slew of things are presently competing for which one is most responsible for the wretched mood the ork is in right now. The urge to just punch this pixie and take out all his frustrations on him is hard to resist, but Duckdown is a slave to nothing, even his own emotions. He fights back several nasty responses in favor of a slow and even, "Chill, razorboy. I'm Lil Miks homeboy. You see my strap, right? You know I aint here for no bullshit. It's business, word?"

Fucks got this keeb so riled up?