Yeah, dad never really was the same after the 'incident' nearly claimed the entire front half of his skull. ...At least, according to mom. I was born shortly after that all went down, so I never got to know the old him. ...Anyways, focus, that's neither here or there, case at hand, Jonathan, case at hand. When I got here, my initial instinct was- well, first it was to leave immediately, then it was to start kicking doors till I find the client. That went out the window when I saw them... my client and some other poor guy. Said other guy is looking... rough, to say the least. Albino-white skin, injuries all over him like he's been beat half to death, seriously emaciated from starvation... that was, if he's human, which given the circumstances, I think it's safe to assume otherwise. I happened to catch them right as they started talking, so I decided to hang back and... listen.
Facial Scanners activation!
Does not fully match any entries in any connected or downloaded database.
The client began the 'interrogation': "I wish there was something... more I could do for you. ... I know you're in a lot of pain right now." The one across from him answered as his head snapped around in an unnatural way: "I... know... what... you want."
No kidding he's in a lot of pain, whoever and whatever he is, he can barely form words. ...I feel like I'm missing a lot of information here... His thoughts where interrupted by the man(?)'s continuation from the previous statement: "...and... I know... what you're trying to do. I'm not... afraid of you." To his credit, in Jonathan's opinion, the client handled this response pretty well, simply saying "I don't want you to be afraid of me," before tacking on a slightly patronizing "kid." at the end.
Then, he said something that genuinely surprised him; "I don't care about the warrant. I'm not upset with you."
Warrant? He didn't mention anything about a warrant, and he's not... is his face that messed up!? "Just tell me what happened. Everything." It was at this point that that he loudly cleared his throat and entered the room, causing his client to practically jump out of his skin and whirl around faster than greased lightning.
It took the two of them a moment to process that he had entered the room, and then another minute for all three to realize Thatcher had clubbed him over the fedora-clad head with a coffee cup, only for him to barely show any signs of outwards distress at all, aside from a slight involuntary wince. After that moment passed, to Thatcher at least, it seems his half-visible eyes turned hollow, except for two little beads of light in the middle of each. That too, lasted but a moment, quickly passing as he again cleared his throat and loudly sighs. "Next time you swing at somebody, try to make sure it's a solid hit, and for pete's sake, use something with a bit more heft to it then a coffee mug." The client was apparently still stuck standing there with a slightly confused look on their face.
Well, let's move this along... "Anyways, sorry for the jump-scare, I assume he (motioning towards the one seated at the desk) is the reason I'm out here?" "Oh, um, yes. That'd be correct. So I'm assuming that you are-"
"The P&PI you hired? Yes, yes I am. Who... is he?" "His name is Adam Murray. His family's... been through alot." "Adam huh?"
Facial Scanners activation!
Based on new data, proceeding with closest match. With 75% confidence, from FBI database as of one month ago:
- Suspect Identified as Adam Murray; 20 years old; born January 18th, 1988.
- Suspect described as a fair-skinned adult human male, about 6 foot 3 inches tall, with mixed blonde and brown hair and blue eyes.
- Wanted by the FBI and Wisconsin state and county authorities for illegal trespass, breaking & entering, loitering, burglary, and violation of the Wisconsin Television and Mirror Destruction Order of 1992.
- Wanted for questioning by the FBI's Vanguard Serial Crimes Unit (VASCU) for suspected association with the disappearance of Jonah E. Marshall and with the mass missing persons (particularly children) cold case phenomena of 1992-1993.
Heh, he's got the psychics after him? It's a small world after all. Now, what could they possibly want with him? ...I'm actually kind of surprised they didn't find him before my client could. Speaking of which... The stare that he directed at Thatcher at that moment could bore a hole through concrete. "Ah huh. ...Why do I get the feeling that's more true than either of us realize...? Ah, forget it! That's not the point. The point is, I have a policy where if any of the known quantities at the start of a case have a criminal record or are wanted for arrest, I need to be told that." The client seemed slightly taken aback by that. "What do you-"
Don't start that bull with me! "Enough! You know what I mean and frankly, I don't even really care anymore. If you're going to be that way, let's get to the 'subject'."
With that proclamation, he rather unceremoniously dropped into the chair across from 'Adam', producing a loud
*thud* sound and nearly shattering it, revealing to the other two that he's considerably heavier than he looks. Said individual gets his first real look at exactly who/what he's dealing with.
[]Appearance: [Write-in], or alternatively, submit a photo.
{A.N.: Please keep both the following in mind; 'main character is a dead person in a robot/animatronic/android body, so should probably be at least a little off' and 'main character needs to be able to pass for human'.}
"So then, Adam Murray, was it?" "Yeah?" "Excellent, good to get that established early. My client (pointing to Thatcher) explained some things to me, most importantly how and in what state he discovered you, but I can't help but feel like I'm missing a lot of info, here. So, I'd like to ask you to- well, more or less what he asked you, actually. Could you tell us what happened to you, and what led to it? Everything, please." He took in a deep, rattling breath. "I-... Ok. O...k. I-" "Take your time. Gather your thoughts." An awkward moment quickly passed in silence, and then: "I started a group with a girl from another school." They (Jon and Thatcher) both waited a moment for him to continue. When he didn't, Jon responded "Alright, what and who? What kind of group, what did you call yourselves, who was the girl, what's her name?" He hesitated slightly before replying "She lost interest. That... doesn't matter."
I don't believe that. "Well if it doesn't matter, you shouldn't mind telling me?"
"Sa-Sa-...Sarah." "Full name?" "...Sarah... Heathcliff, I think?" "Thank you. Now, I noticed you didn't-" At this point Thatcher tapped him on the shoulder and spoke "I can answer that, actually. Their group has been giving the local cops the run around for awhile, so it's been all over the scanner. Bythorne Paranormal Society, right?" "...Yeah, that was it..."
Great, just what the world needs, a bunch of rank amateurs with even less idea of what they're doing than people like me. Absolutely not, terrible idea. ...I feel like I'm still missing something... "Ok, that's good to know, now, I'd like to know why you brought this up?" "...She lost interest, so I had to find a replacement, and I hated him. A few months in, we got an appointment from a woman... and we went to her house that night." "I'm sorry, but what night?" "I... don't..." Again Thatcher cuts in: "That'd be the 15
th, right? Yesterday?" "...No. It... wasn't the same night. ...Probably." "Okay. Noted."
Jon snapped his fingers, which notably produced a barely noticeable but nevertheless present sound of metal-on-metal in addition to the normal sound of a snap, and quickly reasserted control of the conversation. "I'm sure there's some evidence available to determine when the trip happened, but for now... what happened when you went there?" Before the pairs very eyes, the jaw of the creature before them nearly unhinged, it's whole face practically seeming to start to partially melt, the start of some horrid transformation taking hold, joined by an obnoxious flash of light and the ever annoying sound of static; signal interference, coming from the camera in the corner of the room. And then, as fast as it started, it all stopped... but the transformation was not undone.
What the fuck...
"Most of it was a blur. I... talked to someone. Someone... talked to me." Before he could even say anything, Thatcher again took over: "Who are these people? Can you describe them to me?" "No. I can't."
I'm starting to think he hired me just to sit here and take notes. "Ok alright, can you at least tell us how many there where? Where they came from? ...What they are?" "I... don't know. I-...There was one. Only one... I think... but then again... I only talked to one." "Ok, that's a start. Can you remember what they said to you?" "I- ...Please. No. I can't. ...It was my fault." "...What exactly do you mean? What was your fault?" "Jonah. I'm... paying the price. I... knew this would happen. He told me."
Ok, he's losing me a little. "...Who told you?" "God."
"Bullshit. I'm going to assume for the minute that you're referring to Jonah Marshall?" A quick, slightly stunned nod was all the confirmation he needed. "I'm further going to assume he was the one you were referring to, about 'hating'? Well, whatever happened, unless you actually fucking murdered him yourself, which I could be wrong but I don't think is the case, it certainly isn't your fault. You couldn't have known anything. As for being forwarned by 'god', again I say, bullshit. Since you know;
[][Religion]Christian/Muslim/Jewish(specify one as part of the vote)
you aren't a prophet, are you? It's been a long while since god spoke so... directly with anyone."
[][Religion]Atheist
god is, by all accounts and available evidence, a myth, same as the tooth fairy and the easter bunny. Fairy tales for little children."
[][Religion]Hindu/Shinto(specify one as part of the vote)
you're going to need to be more specific than that. There's a lot of gods."
[][Religion]Write-in(for anything I may have forgotten or any weird or obscure picks.)