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    That Adopted Kid

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    Rear Window {Private, Lester}

    Post by That Adopted Kid on 7th July 2018, 1:27 am

    The Talonia Murders




    The night was young when Sharp first graced the town of Talonia with her menacing gaze. She was performing her work this day and much of the town had to pay. The targets were all manner of individuals from the big to a small and the large or tall. She wouldn't stop, she wouldn't quit, not until every individual citizen in the city knew her name, or at least knew the price for double-crossing what she represented. Deep down Sharp disliked killing in this way, it ate away at her, she knew it was wrong her own inner voice said so, she could feel their fear, sorrow, and pain with every life she took but there was another softer voice as well, telling her she should enjoy it, they were suffering anyway. She knew the voice, it wasn't her own but the tone started to sound like her's, cold and lifeless filled with a void of consciousness that told her this was all she was good at and ever will be good at, she couldn't escape it. First under the control of Chaoris, and now under the control of yet another god of murder, she would never be free, and never be rid of the voice that was blending into her own. Perhaps if she had just died instead of being born Sharp would know peace, but alas even in death did she still serve someone so probably she would never have known it, in this life or the next. Staring at the broken key in her hands Sharp looked down from one of the rooftops to the city beneath her, this was going to be a busy few weeks.

    Vanishing into the shadows Sharp would stalk her prey, a man in his early thirties who seemed to be at a high in life, drowning in women and booze. His fortunes had all turned around one day, suddenly, and then he was at the top of the world... but he didn't pay for his fortunes, instead, he wanted to not keep his end of the bargain, the souls that were promised weren't given. Sharp had to correct that mistake. Alone in his apartment, the man slept quietly in bed after a night on the town and his little ladies had left. Slipping through the corners of his room Sharp dripped down onto the bed from the ceiling on top of the sleeping man. Before he could fully awaken the sleep from his eyes still clouding his vision he felt the piercing cuts of blades upon his cheek. As he went to scream he found that opening his mouth was the most painful thing he had yet to experience...

    Keyword, yet.

    His voice couldn't leave him as his voice shuttered as his lung were pushed in by Sharp's knee.

    "You didn't pay up."

    Frightful noises came from what little sound he could make as sharp slowly pressed a blade towards his heart, the fast beating muscle bleeding every so slightly as the ethereal blade make a tiny incision.

    "Did you know? it's not good to make a deal with the devil and not pay up your end. The souls you promised him, you didn't gift them. Your family still lived when you decided in your heart of hearts to take back such an offer. They have joined the void today, and will you."

    Eyes black as the void and hollow as the emptiness in her soul, Sharp stared into his eyes and sucked the very life from them. Hollowed out and burned into oblivion his eyes were nothing but the blackest midnight in color, with nothing but smoldering holes left in their wake, a bleeding heart in his chest and small slices and cuts left over. His parents met a similar fate that night, along with his sibling. The killings all bearing the same style, though the locations were far apart. If one were to track such a gruesome event perhaps they would find themselves in a very dangerous situation with otherworldly consequences.




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    Lester Drynedi

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    Character Name: Lester Drynedi
    Primary Magic: ❀Sugar Flower Slayer ❀Saccharon Flos Homicida❀
    Secondary Magic: ❀ A Gentleman's Experiments ❀

    Re: Rear Window {Private, Lester}

    Post by Lester Drynedi on 9th July 2018, 12:44 am

    He had the intent to go back to the ship in a few days, or rather the ship was coming here. Had he been here a week? Perhaps it was more like eight or nine days but he and planned for twelve days in the city. With a thankfully intact pot plant sitting on the desk of the room he had rented Lester settled into a plush chair. Having eaten earlier and the room being spectacularly clean he found himself lacking anything to do, belongings left in his more permanent residence of room two Lester was left with a plant, basic furniture of an inn and a plant was all that kept him company. With a stretch he stood up, with the curtains not yet closed the moon hung nicely over the rooftop silhouettes. Perhaps there was nothing else to do but sleep until the new day? With most places closed, and those that were open well, he wasn't interested in buildings with that many beds. Vendors would be around early in the morning though, it was likely that he could find some sort of entertainment in the town. Would it not just be best to go to bed early, then one could be up in the dawn most hours with the sun still casting its red rays across the sky, the best food would be feasted upon at dawn when it was fresh.  Yes it would be best to sleep, with his cloak on a hook, shoes next to a small rucksack, and a bed mounded with blankets.

    Most mornings were greeted by a bird at the window or a rooster down the street, early morning magazine sellers selling their wares and the scuff of neighbours boots. Not a harsh rap at the door and a rude awakening, With bleary eyes and hair like a blizzard he opened the door, a rune knight, with their flowing garb and rather ugly pants stood impatiently at the door. With their had off the Rune knight appeared to not be alone, a small cluster of them stood at the door, eyebrows rose with his current attire of choice, a onesie for sleeping in, soft green colours and a little hood shaped like a frog. The hesitation in their voices betrayed them, "Sir, Lester Drynedi?" His hand raised in a wave, "Yea, yea Thats me, what can I do?" He sounded tired, looked tired too. Whilst used to early mornings this was something more similar to a late night. With how tired he was. "Whats the time?" His iLac still on the desk t would be easier to ask then to get it. One of the ones at the back gave him the time and explained the situation briefly. A couple of hours past midnight, and a murder on their hands.

    He approached the scene, a bedroom murder, apartment, late twenties ear;y thirties, bottles littering the floor and no photos of a marriage or girlfriend. No family. A blade through the cheek, oh that looked nasty. Not the intent to kill. He wasn't exactly a fan of torture. None knew his tendencies- well he had told none of his tendencies. Even then he still preferred the bodies to be unaffected by exterior components, otherwise data gets scrambles.
    "So um, knife to the cheek, knife to the heart, bleeding at that, a bleeding heart, and burnt eye sockets. Lots of tiny little cuts oh well isn't this lovely do you really need me I'm just a Rising Star not some detective." He phrased it as a question, yet the Rune knight just chuckled and beckoned him.

    Honestly this apartment could have done with redecorating, their curtains did not match the carpet or wallpaper, and then there was the choice of furniture, some of it was sleek and black, then there was ornate woods, and brightly coloured and patterned things. Had they just grabbed whatever was cheapest without thought of what it looked like? Honestly and there was a florists around the corner that they could go to. "So um, run me down things I guess." He grabbed the notepad which was offered by the detective and stood out the way. Everyone looked so busy yet they knew what they were doing. "Thirty One year old male, no family living here, no wife or children. Reasonably wealthy, no known gang or group affiliations, minimal record of offences. Died from a magic induced would to the heart with what looked like a blade, small knife or fine sword. Multiple lacerations across the skin, both eyes are well, they're toast."  lesters eyes dragged away from the body, they wanted him to help solve this? He could stay in Talonia a little longer, the experience would be helpful, good chance to make connections and these sort of murders, it was a waste of a body. With a hand running through his hair Lester nodded, "Okay, well you guys do your fancy detective stuff, I'll go home, get some sleep and come in in the morning. Four five hours. You guys should have some more information by then and I'll come in take a look and we can sort this out. Have coffee there."




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    Re: Rear Window {Private, Lester}

    Post by That Adopted Kid on 10th July 2018, 3:53 am

    Daybreak and Sharp sat alone in an apartment filled with nothing but space. In the corner, she found what little refuge she could against herself and what she had done. Always she was the one to kill and she was the one to do on the orders of others. She could easily blame them but she could always try and resist, try to make the right choice and just end her life, but her life was never her own to end. To wish for such death was foolish and inviting misery, but she already courted the daring emotion with every person who fell. Her body was her prison and her epitaph would be her silence.

    "Killing shouldn't carry regret only joy, for it brings more power."

    "But if I kill, then it eats at me over and again I hear the screams."

    "Screams are nothing but the sound of silence approaching, the end nearing, relax young one let me take control."

    "I die a little on the inside, and all I can do is watch my slow fall."

    "Only a fall to embrace a calling, sleep and I'll take care of the rest."

    Sharp's face twisted as struggled appeared in her expression, only to fall quiet as her gaze glazed over and the eyes were filled with a void. Peering out the window into the daylight Sharp saw nothing but the entire city before her, and she knew that in just a few hours yet another soul would fall by the wayside, the opportunity was here, and the marks of their deaths would be how people both knew her name, and could learn of a deeper terror lurking in the void beyond. Stalking her prey would be easy, killing them easier, but now the eyes of the world would start to watch as the people fell one by one. Sharp wasn't one for egotistical killing, but if the act made a few people fear her then, perhaps it was fine to enjoy herself for a little while, take them for a joy ride just like her own body.




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    Lester Drynedi

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    Character Name: Lester Drynedi
    Primary Magic: ❀Sugar Flower Slayer ❀Saccharon Flos Homicida❀
    Secondary Magic: ❀ A Gentleman's Experiments ❀

    Re: Rear Window {Private, Lester}

    Post by Lester Drynedi on 12th July 2018, 1:39 am

    He had made it back to his current residence, with just enough energy to take off a few layers before cocooning himself amongst the blankets. Sleep overtook him, a tsunami of warmth and deep slumber, whilst not completely restful it was the best he could do. The hours past, hand on the clock making six and a half rounds before he roused himself, the sunlight barging its way past the curtains. Right, murder of some guy and the Rune Knights wanted his help. Whilst being well known was good it surely had its drawbacks. For every line that got cut, or door that opened there was another shut in his face, a face plastered across magazine pages. Why couldn't he be some unknown farmer again, toiling his fields whilst everyone else went out and burnt eye sockets out.

    Yet it would be hardly right to abandon the uniformed mages to deal with this dramatic murder when he still had time in the city. Hair still wet from a recent shower the door locked smoothly behind him, any leftovers at the Rune Knights base would probably be less than satisfactory. Yet the streets were bustling, he had coin to spare and there hadn't been any set meet time. With his hands swiftly braiding his hair the youthful male rescued an apple turnover from a bakers cart, making sure it was right at home in his stomach before proceeding towards his destination.

    The detective in charge greeted him at the door, "Today's a very special day." A thick file was handed to him, brows creased as he questioned the statement and started to flick through the file whilst they waled into what appeared to be a rather busy workhouse. "Its just another run of the mill Wednesday? There are plenty of them on the calendar. Granted a murder is important but from the sounds of it you guys get enough of them." Second victim? The file answered it, yet it was the rune knight next to him which confirmed it. "You see today there is a serial killer, you get to name it, hunt it, jail it." Second victim, there was another tab, third, fourth. Four bodies in one night with enough evidence to tie them all together.

    The table long and rectangular had been piled with notes, images, reports. Highlighted facts tying them all together littered the mess, upon first sight it was overwhelming. "Can you, walk me through everything?"  He had looked a little confused, yet thankfully one of them started to speak, pointing out various notes and images. The first victim had been found, the male. A brother and two parents, a map marked with locations detailed the three drastically different locations. The link between them all not only being family ties but the similarities of death and mutilation of bodies. Roasted eyes, tenderised heart and then turned into sashimi. Oh was he getting hungry again?

    Yet the day seemed to pass slowly, just revising evidence, sending messengers away only for them to return empty handed. The only clues before them leading them around in a circle. Murder, murder of three who had done little to nothing wrong. Yet the only thing sorted and tidied up was the bin after it had gotten full of coffee packets and apple turnover bags. His head started to burn almost, the time not only leading to him memorising most of what sat before him, the same statements getting stuck on loop in his mind. Yet the thought of himself, it was a moment of reflection indeed, he hadn't the stomach of aimless murder, it wasn't even a clean shot or simple murder. Slow, painful and undignified it was simple obtuse. He ended lives, yet at least he used them, they weren't aimless, every one had purpose and direction. Unless this wasn't any different? Why would one go to the effort of hunting down an entire family, putting so much effort into their slaughter if it were just for pleasure or entertainment.

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