((Do any of your characters know other characters that know Ian? It would probably only work of you had a friend that would pass the invite to you....unless it was some kind of set-up or something...I dunno.))
As the group entered, Linn eyed the gunslingers rifles. Perhaps you should leave those at the door, he calmly said after he cleared his throat to fully project through the room. When Linn saw Ian sitting on the stair case, he moved over and rested a hand on the boys shoulder. Perhaps you should get a little rest while the investigation takes place. Ill take care of speaking to our guest ab-
Ya mean you havent told em yet? a gruff voice resounded from a tall hallway leading into the atrium (if you can imagine a room that tall with a window ceiling and a crystal chandelier). The man looked to be in his thirties, black hair with a bit of grey here and there, stubble covering his chin and a dark brown trench coat that was buttoned closed. As Im sure youve figured out, this is a crime scene investigation so you might want to watch your step. Never know what clues you could be over lookin.
Ian slowly picked himself up and climbed up the stairs. Linn followed him with his eyes for a moment more before turning down to the detective. As important as this investigation is, Mr. Holms-
Thats Detective Richard Holms to you, mac
.and with these mystitech robots or whatever-the-hell-they're-called, its not much of an investigation at that. Linn said nothing more so Rich continued. The detective eyed the group, which some looked prepared to blow something up. So you guys the ones takin care of the annoying robots?
((Hehe, Detective Richard Holms. Cliché gumshoe, with keen powers of deduction and a weird ability to have extremely lucky hunches. If only you could make characters that solved crimes in CoH instead of just
well
blowing stuff up.))
"A crime?" said Hallucinogen at once. "What crime? What happened? Do you know. . . sorry. I'm being impatient. . ."
Dangit. . . did Essex ALWAYS have to get herself involved in dangerous things like this?
Archlich looked from Ian to the Detective in annoyance. Why did such a simple operation have to be so fouled up? Putting his annoyance to the side for the moment, Archlich's hand tightened on his sword hilt.
"And how might we aid the police, detective," he asked in his disguised voice. "If we do not even know what the situation is?"
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
((I'd like to come in, but I think it's too late for me to come through the front door. I might join the investigation, I don't know. I'm waiting for an opening.))
((Not too late, can still walk through the front door. Or you could be called in by so and so officer or what not. Stuff is still building.))
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((Naga withdrew from 24HV so early she might as well not have been there. Only Essex had a communicator for reaching her for some reason anyway.))
((Well, Essex can decided to call you up if she wants. Or, if anyone else's characters are linked to Ian who are also linked to Naga then there you go 
))
Missing person and Homicide case. Mr. William Kelly has been murdered and his wife, Sandra Kelly, has been missing since. It appears Mr. Kelly invited a few unorthodox guests, thats you, to aid in a special project dealing with some sort of magic but that plan has changed. The detective pulled out a cigarette and began lighting it but a spark of blue energy flared causing the smoke to split in half.
We dont allow smoking indoors, the ever present Linn nonchalantly stated.
Rich smirked and pulled out a blow pop from his jacket pocket and shoved it in his cheek. Well, anywaysh.....Normally, I dont like havin shmooksh wandering around my crime shcene but thosh robotsh that are all over the eshtate have been shcrewing with all the evidenshe. Rich walked up to Linn and stared at him accusingly.
Ive already told you. Just like the other scientist that have been working on this project, I cannot turn them off, Linn answered without even being asked. There must be some kind of override code or incantation placed on them to make them react the way they are. The magical little bots were attending to business as usual, cleaning and straightening all the rooms and the lawn outside which could definitely interfere with any evidence.
Rich looked away, shaking his head, and turned back to the group. You guysh look like youre not completely loony, he said with a smirk as he eyed the way they were dressed. Maybe you could take care of them for me sho I can work without dishtractionsh. If you find any more cluesh, be sure to let me know. The detective walked to the large door to exit the mansion and began stepping out to head back to the real crime scene, But if not, get out.
((The detective section of the RP. Youve got one night to find any info. If your character isnt motivated to do so, its a wealthy persons mansion, you could steal stuff or just snoop around.))
(([EDIT] Oh, and I'm not gonna walk you through it. You have to explore around the estate, speak with people around or examine stuff. I'll PM info if you find anything.))
Essex's eyes widened.
Ian's father had been murdered, and his mother had vanished. Instantly her heart went out to her classmate, and her face turned sympathetic.
She released Curtis' hand and quietly skimmed over to the boy, hovering at the bottom of the stairs as he climbed them.
"I know there's nothing I can say that'll make it better." she said, just barely loud enough for him to hear. "...but...if there's anything I can do to make life easier for you right now, let me know. I'll do whatever I can."
Japancakes.
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"Feh!" Curtis snorted at the request to leave his weapons out front.
"Okay you goons, you take left, you take right, an' I'll take wherever the hell this way is."
And the two set off, Curtis pausing for a moment to wait for Essex.
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One of the TacOps soon ran into one of the 'bots.
"I'll fix yer little red wagon..." He grinned, and let a slug go smashing into the robot.
((Just so you know, Ian already left to his room so he might have heard what you said as he left.))
Without a second glance, Ian continued on his way upstairs passing a mysticbot on his way. Although he heard Essex, he wasnt sure what to say or how to react.
One of the TacOps went walking down a long luxurious hallway that was decorated with various expensive objects, like paintings from renowned artists and even a few modern artists, shiny suits of armor and priceless statues. The doors that he walked by were almost all locked. The other gunslinger entered a large sitting room with various pieces of furniture. The walls were lined with shelves of books which one mysticbot was dusting. It turned to the TacOp, Welcome, guest. Would you like a map so you can- It was interrupted by the slug shot to its side. The robot was thrown back but continued to hover. Part of it's side was severily damaged. Please refrain from violence indoors, the monotone robot stated as a stream of energy flew at the intruder but energy was meant to wrap around his feet and hands to stop him from attacking.
((I may have to cut down on trying to be descriptive...it's wearing me out 
))
Hal gasped. He ran over to Ian along with Essex, but he had already left. . .
"Oh no," he said, looking over at Essex. He couldn't think of what else to say. . . Ian was supposed to have a family. And he couldn't bear to see anyone else robbed of such things, to end up like him. . .
((Curtis is the only 'slinger. The other is another TacOps.))
The TacOps roared as it wrapped his feet and he went crashing down, his helmet causing his head to bounce a bit upon impact.
"Lemme go!"
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"Huh..." The other TacOps noted.
"Hello?"
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Curtis checked his radio.
"[censored] TacOps already tryin' to get themselves killed. You ready, Ess'x?"
((Ah yes. I should have known that 
but I don't play many MMs.))
((Oh, these aren't Mercs...These are Malta.))
((Now I'm even more confused 
.
*tosses out Merc knowledge and just goes with the flow*))
((And might I add....you guys are *COLD!* I might have to give you a hint because I have made some things too vauge.))
The TacOps in the library looked around anxiously, checking for fingerprints or anything of that sort.
A man wearing black sunglasses, as well as a similarly coloured trench coat, stepped through the doorway. He glanced around as he walked through the entrance slowly, simply looking around. "Hm. Nice place, I suppose... I could probably build better..." muttered John Ballard as he held his ear in slight pain.
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Earlier....
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Experiment worked on some stereo equipment he had created for his latest stage performance, now that he had finished his daily work. He adjusted one of the knobs, when Kevin surprised him from behind. "Hey! E! How the heck does this thing work?!" he called over to his boss, which caused John to accidently push the knob all the way up to full. A low humming was heard as Ballard turned.
"You know, Kev, you really shouldn't mess with the Mark I. Last time I tried playing it, I went deaf for a week. Don't touch it."
"Fine, fine..." came a muttered reply, as he softly placed the guitar back down.
However, 2.0 then proceeded to plug his PDA into the stereo to test the sound, forgetting the volume, and a huge blast of sound blew him backward, sliding him across the stage. "Oh... Holy toa- No! No, I will not say anything relating to baked bread!"
The message had played, but Kevin had needed to record it, and play it back to John after his deafness had gone.
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John stuck his head into the main room, looking at the stairs inquiringly. "Uhm... Hello...?"
((Good, I was planning to move him toward that way, but you're still pretty cold. Here's something I was planning to give you because I know I wasn't good at hinting at it:
^Hint^The main incident didn't even happen in the building everyone is in but a seperate building on the estate. That's why I had the robots offer maps and that's where the detective went.
^Advice^Speaking with pretty much anyone around will give you a better grasp on the situation than you have now 
.))
Thank you for visiting the Kelly estate. Have a nice evening, the robot said lifting the captured TacOps and moved him outside the door.
The other TacOps opened one of the doors in the hall which was one that wasnt locked. Inside was a two story room with books and shelves everywhere, obviously the library. Something that might have seemed out of place would be a machine that looked like it was made out of stone and crystal with a large spiking crystal jutting from its center. Getting near it he could tell it was an information collection device used by the magic bots, mainly because it activated by moving past it. Mostly just information about the occupants of the house, sort of like biographies of them built from searching into the past itself, would be found as well as various trivial information.
Sighing, Archlich flagged down one of the mysticbots. As the robot hovered over, Archlich repressed a shiver at the unwholesomeness of the thing. Magic and technology working together? Disgusting.
"Tell me all that you know regarding the crime that occured here," he ordered the machine.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
The TacOps took notes on many entries and moved on.
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The other TacOps, who had pried himself free, made his way off to another building.
The incident occurred in the Banquet Hall at approximately 7:05pm although the time is undetermined as information on the incidence is damaged or inaccessible. If youd like, I can give you a map so you can visit the location after the investigation is complete, the robot stated to Archlich and began printing up a colored map of the estate.
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The TacOp that finished up in the library noticed a crystal-like construct floating near the ceiling, although many others would be noticed around the rest of the house and estate.((Ill PM some info on what you find so you can choose what you want to write down.))
The other TacOp found that the area around the home was not shortly transverse. After rounding the house and moving through various shrubs and fencing, he could see two other buildings in the distance. One well lit building, nearly the size of the main mansion which was a bit to the east and another building almost twice as far which was not as large, only one story and seemed dark and dreary compared to the other which was straight north.
"Yes sir." Essex said with a sharp salute to Curtis. "Let's do what we can to help."
Her hand unconsciously reached to find Hallucinogen's. The android was frightened...but she felt quite safe around two of her dearest friends.
"I...think it would be best to ask Linn. He seems to have a good grasp on mostly everything that happens here."
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Essex continued forward with Curtis and the Maltans, chattering excitedly. As much as Dr. West worried about her relationship with the group, she thought of them fondly as a child thinks of her uncles. Curtis was special, though. Essex respected Reikoff and looked upon Marcus with a sort of awe, and Alpha was a lot of fun, but Curtis, she could be a child around.
"Do you like my dress? AJ picked it out because she says orange looks nice, even though I really don't think so because I usually wear pink and my busters and my audioreceptors are pink so I thought it would clash..." she chirped, looking up at him happily. "You guys all look nice, too! How is everyone back at the base? Dr. West had some tech to pass on to Marcus but we didn't know if anyone was here so he didn't send it along..."
The android's voice quieted as they moved forward and farther in, looking around in wide-eyed wonderment.
Japancakes.
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