Marks of Hateful Purpose
9th of November 2006 A.D.
"Stay in the car, please," you say to the still dazed looking woman in the backseat. Most people do not react to sudden violence the way you... No this isn't even a weird green fire thing, more like a Carpenter thing. Most people
don't get monthly drills for running to the safe room from the time they are six or what Daniel humorously calls the 'brain the cultist with a pipe' speech when they are in fifth grade, that being the example mom uses to explain when it's acceptable to use lethal force to get out of trouble and let God handle what comes next.
Lost 1 Willpower (ATB) -> Now at 8/9
Doing a sweep of the alleyway it looks no different than at first glance, dingy, dark and just the kind of place one would expect a mugging to take place in... which is probably what the vampire was trying to feign. He looks way too healthy and his clothes to clean to be at the end of his rope, you know what a white court vampire at the end of their rope looks like. Wallet, no ID... Handgun of the shinny and silver variety, you are not a gun person... there phone, thank God for Nokia. You pluck that out telekinetically and put it on the dashboard. Speaking of phones...
"Clippy I want a image search of this face and put a image of it on a third party host. Cover your tracks."
"Inputs clear. Processing."
Tapping the phones together you draw forth another sentient array from the poisoned data-streams of the Wicked City. It won't linger long before sinking back into the protection of your anima but that's fine by you. Alas the answers are not what one might have hoped, all the settings are factory standard and if does not even have any calls, just a handful of messages confirming the time and place of 'EJ' and the... location of the getaway car. Eyes darting across the street you see nothing, they had bailed. But there is one weird question in there asked of whoever is on the other end:
"Weights n rope?
Gotem"
Affronts of decent spelling aside you can well imagine why someone planning a kidnapping would need ropes, assuming they did not trust their powers to keep the prisoner compliant, but
weights?
Lost 1 Essence -> now at 12/15 (HMP)
Closing the trunk, still keeping your hands clear of everything you get back in the driver's seat and take one last look around the alley:
For what reason has this attack occurred? The answer comes fractured, yet one in its essence, like the rattling links of a chain:
Ambition... Demonstration... Culling the population of mortal magicians.
Dear God... Your stomach roils as much at the second part as the third, this had been not just an attempted murder, but proof of concept in murder.
"Single Group photograph found with 76.6% chance of depicting the target," Clippy speaks into your ear before you can get your thoughts in order.
"Highschool graduation picture originally from 1972" On the one hand that's a very impressive demonstration of how deep your electronic friends can dig, but you do not think you will be going to... What is that? Columbus Ohio to ask some guy about his old high school classmates. Alas neither Thomas nor Isabela know the dead vampire, though both of them offer to show up as backup. More vampires probably would not help the poor doctor so you shoot that down.
"I know this is... a lot, but can you tell me what happened there, in as much detail as you can?" you ask as you 'start driving', by which you mean signal to Black Rider that you want to get out of here with the pedals. No reason to alarm the poor woman anymore than she already is.
Dr Jackson explains that she
felt someone was following her as she was coming back from the pharmacy, something even those with a touch of magic learned to trust and she clearly had more than a touch. Spooked she had tried to pull the shadows to her to hide, but the vampire had been waiting in the alley.
"Said he'd protect me," she spits. "When I said I didn't need any protecting from the likes of him he tried to take my mind, he was clumsy with it. I... panicked, hit him with everything I have. What the wizards call evocation I hear, like the..." she waves her hands around to indicate your telekinetic. "For me its like shadows that break things. I never could get it to do any kind of fine manipulation for all I tried."
"Protect you from what? A prickle at the back of your neck?" you ask frowning.
"I've been getting these letters, more strange than threatening at first, Bible verses." She stops and visibly collects herself, though she can't quite bring herself to relax into the soft leather of the backseat. "Then last night someone killed a cat and marked our backdoor with a cross in blood and the last letter... well it wasn't subtle: 'If you would obtain Absolution for thy Sins like the man from Bern, freely lay bare all that thy knows of witchcraft, for though you have but death to expect you may yet be spared the flames of hell.' and there was a picture of an ant someone had clipped out of a magazine under if for some damned reason. "
'Witch hunters...' After silently vowing that if you ever get a working time machine you will go back and scare King James' translators straight you quickly start calling the rest of the Ordo with the news, starting with Helen and Anna. As Clippy flashes Detective Murphy's number on the screen you hesitate. Essence fills you bringing with it the right words, the right tone, the right way to tilt your head:
"I know a woman in the CPD, she's a lieutenant now for Special Investigations, which is what they call the place they throw all the monster sightings to be papered over. I think we should call her to get ahead of any issues. Obviously neither of us have anything to do with the, you know the
thing in the back since we didn't touch it, but it's best to make that clear." You give a laugh feigning nervousness under bravado. "There I go sounding like a mob boss, but what can you do? It's the world we live in."
"Sure, sure that sounds good," she says. "If you know she's alright."
Unsurprisingly Detective Murphy wants to talk in person, having gotten across loud and clear that this isn't something you chat about over the phone.
It does not take supernatural perception to realize Dr Jackson is caught between not wanting to recount the attack again to law enforcement and not wanting to leave a kid, even one scarily good with magic, with a body in the trunk to explain to said cop.
What do you do?
[] Reassure her that you will deal with this, drive her home before calling Murphy
-[] Write in how you present your findings so far to Detective Murphy
[] Stick together for now, she no doubt has decent wards, but you are better protection than any ward could ever be
-[] Write in how you present your findings so far to Detective Murphy
[] Write in
OOC: Had to stop for a vote here since there is no way Murphy would not want to meet when you started talking in coded language over the phone.