Maxine McCaffrey looked up at the store from outside the boundaries marked by the "CRIME SCENE" tape, her hands firmly in her pockets as she adopted a slight leaning pose to the left.
"Huh?" the woman known as Midnight Max bludgeoned the silence with her Sunderland accent. "Wonder what's happened here, like..."
At that very moment, a random tinny tune of a ringtone played out from her right pocket, prompting her to pull her hand from it, along with her mobile. A few keypresses later, the mackem hero smirked slightly.
"Right, guess I'm at the right place at the right flippin' time, right?" she muttered before gesturing for a nearby officer's attention. "Can I have a word with whoever's in charge here, hun?"
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
Stuff
The female officer nodded, leading Midnight Max through the gore splattered crime scene, here and there the CSI were busy cataloguing and taking away the lumps of flesh which had once been seven people. A digital display flashed, alternating between the messages 1/12/**** and Christmas is ******* better prepare!, part of the display made unlegiable by the thick coating of splashed blood.
The officer lead Max to an office, briefly knocking before she went in coming out a red faced with embarrassment she shuffled off towards the entrance of the building. A burly man left the office, strong jawed and bushy haired his general dishevelled appearance giving the impression that his job brought lots of pressure, blocking the office door he looks Midnight Max up and down.
Name's Daryl Howie, your nose isn't big enough to be a reporter and your heads on to straight to be some random rubber necker. But please if your a registered hero, can you show your I.D before entering a crime scene? Saves some random newbie getting chewed out for not checking a faint smile rises on his lips as if remembering his newbie days.
Right, the autopsy reports haven't been written yet but were looking at seven homicides, seven brutal ones. In the space of ten seconds seven people were sliced into over one hundred and fifty pieces.... that we've found motioning her to follow him, he walked into the office.
Offering her a coffee, he pours one for him self sipping noisily before telling the CSI member to play the CCTV footage ((Same as in first post)).
Okay it's the standard rules feel free to look around, don't get in the way of the crime scene guys. a sudden amused look crosses his face Oh if your going to do any of that necromancy stuff, wait until my guys have left before you do it, okay?
Last time some one summoned up Casper and company about half the team suffered emotional trauma. So any questions?
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"I boot crims into the ground, hun," Max muttered as she searched through a small card wallet, one of its usual contents - a UK debit card - dangling from between her lips, "Not drag them back up in any way shape or form, so don't worry. Ah, here it is." The mackem lass pulled out a small plastic photocard carrying the hero data Howie may have needed to see.
"Just in case you still wanted to check. I just have one question though, hun. Was there owt else you found, besides what was taken by the camera and the - ick! - obvious body bits layin' about?"
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
Stuff
Outside the store, on the other side of the road, stood a man, his blue trench coat and purple hat with it's black band around it moved in the gently breeze, the rest of him, his blue jeans, black boots, and purple t-shirt with a outlined Z on it. His face was mostly hidden by a purple and blue Bandana.
Slwoly he crossed the road towards the store and stopped near the officer there, showing a small card to them, which read " Silere Signum Investigations. Simon Zeta Private Investigator."
Motioning for Simon to follow her, the officer on guard led him to the office serving as the base of operations for the crime scene. There Daryl was explaining to Midnight Max what they had found or more precisely...
That's precisely the problem Miss Max... we haven't found anything. No signs of forced entry or exit, no sign of the murder weapon. What we have here is what fiction writes like to call a closed room murder. leaning on the desk he takes out a packet of cigarettes, lighting one and offering the others to Midnight Max
Of course given the sheer amount of different powers out there a closed rooms not as closed as you'd think
There was a knock at the door a brief discussion then Simon was lead in.
Miss Max, This is Mister Zeta a private investigator please try to get along I'll inform you of what we've found later Mister Zeta
So continuing on we've got no murder weapon, but we know it's something razor sharp and extremely durable. You see it cut through bone as well as flesh, but we haven't found any shards of it around.
Secondly unless were dealing with some for of invisible whack job, the murderer has some how escaped from this place without opening the doors. We're still compiling the data from the security computers but they locked the doors for the night and there is no record of them opening until the cleaners came in.
Any questions Miss Max? Mister Zeta?
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Imogen looked around, having just left training she had requested joining the MHCTF(MetaHuman Crime TaskForce) and with her mentor was waiting at the tape looking around, "S'info on this case Mac?" asked Imogen, her railgun on her back.
"Homicide, bits of people left all over the place. S'all I know." Her mentor waved over the guard...
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Simon glanced about, the hilt of his warhammer sitting proudly over his left shoulder, he pulled out a notepad from his jacket and the pen from the band of his hat, writing in the pad for a moment then showing it to those there.
"Your telling me this all happend without an entry or exit?"
Before either to could answer, he wrote " Have you looked for a hiding spot? or an inside job?"
The Walking Shadow observed the scene from a rooftop opposite.
A patrol cop at street level felt eyes on him and glanced up, but saw nothing.
As Shadow drew himself back against the building to conceal himself from the prying eyes, he focused his hearing in on the conversation within the building.
OOC:Should of been posted yesterday, parents house doesn't have a working computer. Hence delay. Sorry.
Office Meeting Room
Of course we have, there were seven people here last night. In the morning there were seven people in pieces. The security doors are all top of the line Crey tech. I know some capes don't trust Crey, but their security devices are pretty top of the line. It records every time the door is locked and unlocked and by whom.
The store owner locked up for the night, then with six of the staff members they reset the clock to test the store animatronic display, the camera goes out and we're left with corpses. The cleaners turned the display off before they discovered the crime scene.
We've checked everywhere some one could hide, cupboards, storage closets even the crawl spaces and cable spacing. Nothing.
The MHCTF should be sending some one over, hopefully they'll bring teleport tracers and things for detecting if stuff messing with space, hidden pockets and all that. Unless one of you guy's got something on you? Daryl asked hopefully
At the tape line
Noting the badges the officer on guard looked a little relived.
Finally the MHC, we've got a weird case for you seven people cut to shreds in ten seconds, no sign of entry or exit. Were thinking either teleportation or some sort of phase shift she said raising the tape politely to let them through.
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Stepping in she looked around quickly followed by her mentor, "Ah right. So, ten secounds was it Mac?" asked Imogen
"Yeah it was." Mac turns to the guard, "Have you checked concealment maybe? Just thinkin' it'd be a good idea to check for any Thermal during the cuase. Because Seven people in ten secounds. Either lucky, fast or a group. Clockwork are small enough but nowhere near powerful." taps his chin indicating that they're willing to be led to the Chief Officer...
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Simon nodded before writing down one more question " Mind if I take a look around for a while?"
Showing it to Daryl mainly as he seem to be the one running everything for the crime scene.
"Same here, hun." Max piped up as she slipped a stylus back into a small PDA she had quickly pulled out to scribble down her own notes before slotting the device back into her back pocket. "I might be able to catch something you missed for whatever reason, if you know what I mean..."
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
Stuff
A White van, marked with the letters G.I.F.T., pulled up outside the toy store.
Its single occupant, the psychic Helena Hammond, exited the cab, drawing her white overcoat close to her to stave off the late November chill. She reached back into the cab to retrieve a black, gladstone bag and slammed the door shut.
As she approached the police tape, Helena fished out her purse and flashed her Hero Licence at the guard on duty.
"I hear there's been an incident."
OOC: why when I sit down to write do people crawl out of the woodwork to bother me?
In the office
Sure go ahead. Notify us if you find anything
There's a knock at the door and a bookish looking police woman enters carrying a large pile of paper.
Autopsy reports she says placing them on the desk before leaving.
Handing a copy to Max and Simon he began reading his own, shaking his head at the details inside.
Tape line
The officer on guard radioed in that more people had arrived, another officer arrived and leads Imogen, Mac and Helena to the offices, there having read through the autopsies Daryl is pacing back and forth.
You're from gift and the MHC, take a look at this and tell us what you think he passes them copies of the reports, and gets one of the CSI guys to replay the video for them
We've not been able to find a trace of the killer, figure he, she or it teleported out
Autopsy Reports
Detta Tamzen Store Clerk Blood loss due to massive hemorrhaging. Multiple incisions resulting in dissection.
Mandi Kit Store Clerk Blood loss due to massive hemorrhaging. Multiple incisions resulting in dissection.
Makenzie Wilfreda Store Clerk Blood loss due to massive hemorrhaging. Multiple incisions resulting in dissection.
Raymund Everitt Store Owner Blood loss due to massive hemorrhaging. Multiple incisions resulting in dissection.
Joel Topher Maintenance Worker Blood loss due to massive hemorrhaging. Multiple incisions resulting in dissection.
Malcolm Dre (Unconfirmed) Store Clerk Blood loss due to massive hemorrhaging. Multiple incisions resulting in dissection. Missing head for immediate I.D awaiting further testing.
Mihhaelo Vilchjo Maintenance Worker Blood loss due to massive hemorrhaging. Multiple incisions resulting in dissection.
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Imogen reads it over, "Seems to uniform even -for- a serial killer. Plus not even a meta could do somethin' like that in ten secounds or however long it was. Sounds a bit robotic. Y'know?"
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Simon looked at the report, reading it carefully before slipping it under his arm and walking off out of the office and peering about the store and the blood trail.
Helena looked up from her copy of the autopsy, "This Dre character; chances are he was in the direct line of fire when the attack happened. Otherwise why would he have been the only one to have been decapitated?"
Helena walked to the entrance to the shop and stood with her back to the doors, looking at the scene.
Max scanned over the report, cringing at the comments on "Dre" in particular, as he exited the office.
"Flamin hell..." she muttered to herself.
Almost immediately after closing the door behind her, she stuffed the report under her arm and took a good look over the view of the store, before crossing her arms and closing her eyes.
As the mackem then began to rub her chin, as if in deep thought about something, she remained silent as she concentrated on trying to pick up any signs of magic usage that could possibly be connected with the current scene.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
Stuff
Simon flipped over the page of his notepad then taking again his pen out started noting down things into the pad as he slowly walked about the store, stopping every so often to take a much closer look at certain items, working his way to where the bodies were once.
Pasting by Max on his way, he gave her a quick polite nod before moving on.
Imogen looked at all the small mechanical looking objects before pulling out a visor and clipping it on, looking for abnormal Electronic Pulses
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((Expect a massive post, diagram. And individual search results tomorrow, the results will be PM'd))
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Central to the room is a large animatronic display, polar bears Santa's elves and the like, sticky with blood. Most of the shops floor is coated in in the blood spray. Shelves filled with toy's take up the rest of the room, the closest one to the blood spray in the southwest is covered with sodden teddy bears and other such cuddly toy's left sticky and macabre by the splashed blood.
A display blinks on and off claiming the date to be the first of December, aside from the sounds of the investigation the store is silent. The display motionless, it had been turned off when the cleaners arrived.
Crime scene
A: majority of body belonging to Malcolm Dre {Unconfirmed}
B: majority of body belonging to Detta Tamzen
C: majority of body belonging to Mandi Kit
D: majority of body belonging to Makenzie Wilfreda
E: majority of body belonging to Raymund Everitt
F: majority of body belonging to Joel Topher
G: majority of body belonging to Mihhaelo Vilchjo
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Simon made his way to the center display up the main walk way, where the headless body of Mr Dre was marked noticing how the stains seem to be spreading out from there, and the blood on the display seem to catch his attenion the most leaving him standing peering closely at it carefully, making yet more notes on his pad.
Imogen whistled and Mac came over, "Hey, Mac, these toys are emitting energy spikes. Pack one up will ya? Oh and check the other toys, don't care what they are. Even if it's a piece of lego I want it examined by a super sonic. Yeah? Check for anything you can." Mac hurried out with a selection of toys to the waiting truck
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OOC: Time for some open RP again. Huzzah!
This is more designed for the investigative characters rather than the reactive you're Batman/Question/Rorsch style characters, rather than your Spiderman/Superman characters.
Anything your character wants to investigate either say in the post or send a tell and I'll prepare the information
Jump on point is mainly though connections with the PPD, who also put the word out through various detective organisations
''Uncle Harry's'' Galaxy City 11AM 25th of November
Detective Daryl Howie had been a member of the Homicide Division of the Paragon City Police Department for years, but some times even as jaded as he'd become, sometimes even he was shaken by a crime scene, this was one of those occasions.
Christ on a bike he muttered, stepping under the crime scene.
Got a bloody one Daryl a woman said
Allison Lucia a member of the CSI team, they'd worked together ever since Daryl had joined the homicide division.
How bad is it Al? he asked looking round.
It was meant to be a sight to thrill children, every year this toy store was home to one of the best festive displays and Santa's grotto in the city. Not this year though, the animatronic bears lay broken, lights smashed the fake snow dyed pinkish with drying blood. Here and there were cards, marking something the CSI team had found important.
Bad, real bad. We've got six corpses.... that is six we've found heads for so far we've found close to a hundred assorted body parts Allison answered her face pale, but her voice was clinical. Professional as ever.
Daryl pointed up at the ceiling, a lone security camera slowly turned.
We got any footage from it? he asked
For what good it is yeah Allison answered him, motioning for him to follow, she lead him to the security room Ted play back the footage
On the monitor the footage plays.
Seven people are chatting happily, behind them a clock counts down to midnight a display reading 30/11/2008, as the clock strikes midnight the footage glitches, snow filling the picture ten seconds pass and the picture returns. Blood shows up black in the monotone recording, here and there scraps of flesh are quiver in the fake snow.
Nothing else shows up unusual? Daryl asked hopefuly
Nada, cleaners turn up at eight AM and reported it Ted answered intently watching the screen
We might need some help with this one.... Daryl said shaking his head
You mean? Allison asked
Yeah seven people in ten seconds.... we're dealing with some sort of homicidal metahuman
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