Fantasy Department of Defense Against the Supernatural

[Hel]

Greyston grabbed the copy of the case file for the case that he had had Luke working on, and handed it to Piper, and before Woodbury could respond he turned to Piper. "Here, check the house for hex bags and cursed objects or whatever. You can look it over, see what you think. Luke's working on it too." He told her.

 

[RIPSaidCone]

Woodbury leaned against the wall, folding his arms. Answering to Corin's reply with "Umm see the...vampires? Are they like...mythical kind or a more...realistic kind? Like garlic and all that?" He asked, he geninually needed to know, it'd make his job a whole lot easier, sure he wasn't JUST going to be fighting them, but it was better to know everything about every thing he'd be fighting. Made his job a hell of a lot easier.

 

[Hel]

"Hmm, that's a little rude isn't it? I don't go up to humans and ask, 'say, are you the normal kind? You know, the ones I can kill with bullets, knives, and...' well, humans are a bad example, they're so easy to kill." He wasn't really offended, it was a fair enough question, but he liked messing with people. "But right, yes, vampires don't like garlic- won't kill us or anything, mind you, we just don't like it. You don't like staying up for extended periods of time, we don't like garlic. Stake through the heart kills almost anything, brass and silver are much harder to heal from than other metals. Can't enter homes without permission. That type of thing, you know. You should do some reading, though, there's more than just vampires to worry about out there."

 

[RIPSaidCone]

Woodbury was a bit taken back at the response at first. He hadn't meant to be offesnive or anything like that, quickly replying with. "Umm, sorry I didn't know that was like racist or anything.." He stood up from his leant position against the wall, shaking his head as he said what he meant. As Corin informed him of vampire weaknesses, he nodded, saying. "Yeah, I outfitted the Assault Team with silver bullets and UV lights for anything we come across that doesn't like direct sunlight or concentrated metal. I also got em some old world enchanted swords made by the Vikings, don't know if they'll work but. Better than a small combat knife." He finished off with.

 

[Hel]

Corin nodded, and smiled crookedly, "Don't worry about it, it isn't, really. But you may find yourself in trouble if you aren't careful with how you ask questions like that with some of the others. Also, fire will kill us right off, and so will the raw sunlight if we're left out in it for too long without the proper protection. Though, eventually the sun kills everything if you really think about it..." He paused, then shrugged, "But, right. Those sound like good preparations, I have my team outfitted with handguns and silver bullets. Don't ask for specks, I'm no good with technical jargon. Any kind of sharp object is useful, but especially ones crafted by those who still know the ancient arts that the old masters used to enchant their weapons. That's the fancy way of saying it, I suppose."

 

[RIPSaidCone]

Woodbury continued to nod at the speech Corin presented him with. Replying to him swiftly with. "Yeah, I replaced the standard M67 grenades with special incindenary ones, so we're pretty much fitted out for most threats. Emm I was planning on talking to the director of this Department, about more....higher caliber weaponry, of course we'd need more funding for that. Who would he be?" He asked, returning to his casual pose, leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed. Looking over to Corin as the two spoke together.

 

[Hel]

"Send me something in writing and I can push it on to him, if you'd like. The, uh, higher ups don't meet with just anyone, but I'll try to set something up," Corin said. "After New Orleans we may just need these higher caliber weapons."

 

[Elias]

William listened with interest as the two talked shop about ways to kill a vampire. In the meantime, not meaning to interrupt Corin's conversation, he grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down the name of his for-now missing partner. Sliding it across the desk, he saluted both him and Woodbury and exited in order to get on the archer's case. This wasn't supernatural, or at least it didn't seem like it. A probably normal or high-acrobatic peak guy was killing bad guys vigilante style.


It wouldn't have been that bad, but a couple of times, innocents got in the way of the fire war between the vigilante and his 'prey'. Grabbing a jacket he exited the HQ. Getting in his now signature van he drove off to the last crime scene the vigilante has been....


(Umm @KattRai quick question. What does Buwan look like? I keep imagining him like Kim Jong-Un for some odd reason (> ))

 

[Hel]

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Corin glanced at the Paper, and his brow drew together, "Wait, are you...?" He interrupted his conversation to ask, but Will was already gone. He turned to his computer to type in the name, and found exactly what he expected. With an unusually confused look, he decided to put that on the back burner in his mind, for now. He turned back to his conversation with Woodbury.

 

[Kylesar1]

There weren't many places for social workers, so it didn't take Luke long to hack and track down where the guy works. He hacked the files of the building. The guy had a lot of complaints, more than acceptable. The guy should've gotten fired with this many. One name had filed multiple complaints. He hacked into the hospital, then provided a query on names that matched between their death list and the social worker's complaint list.


Almost immediately, a name popped up: Emily Scotts. 27 year-old Caucasian female; Type A Blood; Mother of 1; no affinity for magic; deceased. Reading the reports, Luke searched the files at the station, then made his own report on the guy in question. He took it to Corin:

Spoiler

Apparently this guy was friends with the girl's abusive husband. He was assigned to the girl after she asked for help. She and her 6 year old daughter was abused by both the husband the the guy in question She finally called the cops and had them both arrested. The abuser was arrested with his trial currently pending. The guy in question made bond. The girl is found dead. That's it until the guy was found dead. Both guys were looking at life without parole.


It all added up. The guy makes bond, kills the girl for ruining his job, the girl's spirit comes back and haunts him for abusing her and her daughter. This part is merely speculation. If this is all true, then the woman may have passed on already. Vengeful spirits tend to take their vengeance, then pass on to the afterlife. They don't wander around, like other malevolent spirits. If the vengeful spirit is still around, then there's only 2 options as to where it is:


1) Taking vengeance on the husband, who's case is pending in prison


2) Watching other the daughter, who's living with her grandparents.


In conclusion, a full-on investigation may not be necessary, as the spirit may pass on soon, if not already.

 

[RIPSaidCone]

Woodbury made a `Mmm` type noise, approving of what Corin told him. Noticing what he said towards one of the other men, he didn't know his name yet, so he just ignored it, focusing all his attention back onto his current conversation with Corin. Replying with. "I was thinking, A-10 Thunderbolt II's, specifcally designed for Close Air Support missions, the GAU-8 avenger, firing 4,200 rounds a minute, those rounds going up to my knee height. It'll definetely be able to rip apart any of the larger creatures we come across." He informed Corin, of course what he didn't tell him is that the A-10 cost 11.8 million dollars each, but it was worth it.


"I've got plenty of ideas to reinforce our Assault & Response teams, but it is costly, worth it. BUT costly, so I'll write down a report for it, and you can send it to him." He finished off with to Corin.

 

[Hel]

Corin received the report, and glanced it over as he listened to Woodbury. "They sound useful. Funds can be hard to find with being a government agency, constrained to their budget and all, but we do have a decent amount set aside for a major upgrade for tools like that. I'll forward your report to the powers who be and let you know what they have to say. Sound good, Kansas?" He looked back to Luke before Woodbury could respond: "Right, well, that does seem to make sense, I suppose. We'll make sure Piper doesn't have any hits on the cursed items/hexes and call it a day, unless something further comes of this. I'll go see if any sort of prevention was taken when the woman suspected was buried, too. Unless you want to take that on?" He said

 

[Kylesar1]

"Prevention of what? I'm free to look into it, but I need a few specifics."

 

[Hel]

"Steps to prevent her from coming back as a vengeful spirit." Greyston said. "You know, a cross over the grave, special ceremonies, there are a few steps people usually take. That's why there're so many crosses in graveyards, but each culture has their own prevention methods, and people now and days don't take them as seriously as they used to for whatever reason." He said.

 

[Kylesar1]

Luke stroked his non-existent chin hair. "I'll let you look into it." Luke said to him. "I prefer not to go outside if I can help it. I don't mix well with sunlight. If you need for me to look something up, I can do so. I need to look into the gang assassinations. Headlines are all over the place about DC mafias being killed off. It's a bittersweet case, but I need something to make me think. That deity in New Orleans was far too mindless a case." He paused. "Besides, you can do something like that without looking suspicious." To prove his point, he pulled his hood back up, covering his face again, and walked away

 

[Hel]

Greyston sighed. He figured that would be Luke's answer, but he really did hate graveyards. He got his stuff together to go check that out while Luke looked into the gang assassinations. Meanwhile, throughout the headquarters there was excited talk of a Dragon. Over lunch, many of the department employees left to go see if they could find the dragon still in the middle of DC. It was all over the news, and Lilianna, too, saw that the dragon she had met at the national park was now openly prancing through the city. She found it very curious, but she had work she had to attend to that day.

 

[BookWyrm]

Scath had found his decision to reveal himself to the public greeted by a strangely welcoming feel throughout the city. No one was running away in terror, instead many were snapping pictures and taking video. He had spent time around the Washington Monument before flying off and making a round about way from over the White House to the Pentagon, then over Arlington, and finally one last circle around the Mall before heading off, indirectly flying towards Great Falls, and his den. As he flew he felt disappointed. He had hoped to have encountered Lilliana again. Something about her had stuck with him. She was bold of course, being a Valkyrie it was expected. But her curious and inquisitive nature, the fact the she had sought him out. Perhaps that was enough to give Scath the courage to publicly make an appearance.


As he laid down on his bed of gold, Scath thought that he would go out again on the morrow. This time, perhaps, he would travel incognito.

 

[Elias]

William drove to the scene of the crime where the last vigilante was sighted shooting his damn arrows. Frowning, he got out from his car and checked the scene. Dead guys everywhere, with what seemed to be bullet wounds. But he knew they weren't. They were arrow marks. The archer's arrow disentigrated after they had hit their target. Checking the people one by one, he wondered wether they were human or supernatural, or maybe both, working together.


Glancing around he looked for spots where an arrow could be shot. There were alot of buldings around, so the attacker could have shot those arrows from anywhere. But then something popped in Will's mind. When Graham was killed, the vigilante shot him from the skyscraper. Looking around, he noticed the skyscraper in the distance with a clear view of where he was standing now. He sighed. He knew that if he wanted to get some info on the archer, he'll have to climb the skyscraper too. Maybe the attacked would have accidentaly left some DNA or something else. He had to try.


So he drove off, and stopped in front of the high building. Now, he would just have to climb it. Piece by piece. Window by window.

 

[Kylesar1]

Luke pulled up his hood and drove to one of the crime scenes. It was a damp area, not obvious to the public eye, but not closed off. All the bodies were already removed from the scene for autopsy. "Clear out," Luke said, showing his badge, his face still covered. They obliged immediately upon seeing the DDAMPSEA seal. All but the chief inspector left. Luke spoke to him "Details." and he obliged.


"This is the third case like this. Of all the 3 groups, this group here is in the prime state of Rigor Mortis, meaning that they were all killed first. Their Lividity corresponds with their body positions, meaning they weren't moved."


Luke nodded. "Weapons? CoD?"


"Our ballistics team determined that the weapon is definitely a projectile launcher, but it couldn't be a gun. We have no idea of the kind of weapon it could be. There are all holes in these guys' heads, but no bullets to be found. A sniper bullet would've went through the head, and a low caliber gun wouldn't make holes this big. No stray bullets, so it wasn't an automatic. All the weapons in this building belong to these guys; Illegally smothered in." The scene wasn't all that bloody. Other than blood pooling that came from their heads, that was it.


He nodded again. "Commonalities between the 3 groups?"


"We looked into all 3 groups. They were all identified with the Mafia. All wanted by the FBI for multiple crimes. The perp is some kind of vigilante going around killing these guys. Either that or he strongly hates the Mafia."


Luke took it all in. So the perpetrator was a vigilante running around killing Mafia members. Motive? None......... Weapon? Nothing known. This case screamed DDAMPSEA. Normal human weapons would leave ammo. This person was some kind of mage or used some kind of magic weapon. "I'll take it from here. Search the other scenes for new information. Call me up when the autopsy clears." Luke said and handed the inspector his phone number.

 

[Hel]

Friday morning:


Corin had spent most of the previous day filing out paperwork and taking care of the beurocratic mess that followed New Orleans. That evening, he had left to investigate the graveyard. While he was most curious about the vigilante case, he figured there were plenty of others working at it. There didn't seem to be much prevention, just a cross on the gravestone. He shrugged and headed back.


Around 7:00AM he got the call about another victim of the infection. This time the infection seemed to spread faster, though. The victim was-unsurprisingly- related to the last one. He was the child of the last victim, off at college when it happened.


Lilliana had watched all of the news about the dragon, it stuck with her, and she wanted to find it again. After telling off a man in the subway, she went home and slept before getting up to head out where she found him last. Her work was spotty, she was in between jobs, honestly, and only had her Air Force reserve duties to occupy her time-those, and the ones she volunteered for.

 

[Elias]

''Damn slippery windows'' Will said as he climbed the side of the skyscraper already at half-height. He had retracted his claws and his tentacles to help him climb better. He didn't have the time to take the elevator. He knew that the building was always kinda full so it would be tedious to get up. And afterall, he thought, the attacker probably climbed too. As he looked down, he saw a lot of people taking pictures or filming him. Will laughed to himself. ''They must think I'm crazy'' he thought. As he climbed higher, he could hear someone shout. ''Way to go, pops!''


As he reached the top he exhaled loudly. He was tired. Something that he wasn't used to.... Grasping a nearby bar, he looked for something the attacker could have left. A piece of fabric, maybe some fallen ID? Concentrating his eye-sight, he looked around and eventually noticed something black under a pipe. Picking it up he noticed it was a shoe-lace. Oh well. Better then nothing. He would have to investigate more on this though.


Looking back down, he smirked with remorse. All the way up for a simple lace. And the way back down ain't gonna be easier too. Sighing, he started sliding back down....

 

[RIPSaidCone]

The now newly promoted Colonel Woodbury used his most sturdiest and formal walk as he left the office of General Wenwick from the Pentagon, his report on more defense funds for the Department going towards him, the copies of his report going to the heads of the Department. He was promoted to Colonel as his new role in leader of the Assault Division, showing true potential in leadership, callsign Guardian in combat zones. He was wearing the new formal uniform for AD superiors, a black jumpsuit with appropriate gear on, IE a belt, radio, flashlight etc. With his mic & accompanying earphone attached.


He stood on the tarmac of the Anacostia-Boiling USAF/Navy airfield base, just outside of Washington D.C. an hour later. As the sun came up finally, signalling the start of a new day, his arms crossed as he looked over at the astonishing view the airfield gave him. He was here to inspect the latest aircraft assigned to the Department. 6 A-10s currently, more than enough to ensure maximum battlefield dominance over any enemy they were to face.

Colonel. E. Woodbury - Kansas


Anacostia-Boiling USAF Base, Washington D.C.


Friday Morning

 

[Elias]

As he got back in the van, William started driving around the city in hopes of finding other clues on the murders. He had heard of other gangs getting killed recently, but those didn't seem to be made by the vigilante. No arrows were involved, as in one victims were beaten to dead or ripped apart by mysterious tornados. His bet was on Ogres and Air Elementals on those. Little did he know, the killings were actually made by the same person.. The Archer. (@Azure Sky )


(If any of your chars need help from William just give him a text. I want to him to actually interact with people, not just with Buwan-San and himself xD ) (Gots to bed now. Cya on tommorow)

 

[Azure Sky]

Throughout the days of various killing methods, Allerio also did something else. He once helped an influential business man with curing his daughter of a fatal disease, so the man did him a favour and helped him obtain a fake ID and other important documents. Now he was officially known as Aeron Everlight. Using his healing powers and medical elven knowledge throughout the city of Washington, he gained a lot of popularity as the Angelic Elf. Everyone respected him and he even had some sort of fan club, whose members were almost entirely women. By now he got rid of his self consciousness and didn't hide his elven nature anymore. Kind hero during the day, merciless vigilante during the night, this was his new way of doing things. Why did he do it? Two main reasons: one would be that he generally wanted to help those in need, while punishing those who deserved to be punished and the other reason would be that if he ever was caught or arrested for his vigilante acts, he'd have a lot of support and his arrest would result in a riot which he would use to his own advantages.


@KattRai

 

[Kylesar1]

Luke summoned his trusty scanbot. It scanned the surroundings. Lo and Behold some magic residue. This residue was light red, typical of Weapon Magic, and rising out from the guys' heads "Reconstruct" Luke said, and the bot started working. the bot glowed white, and all the residue reformed into arrows protruding from the guys' heads. An archer.


He made the arrows disappear to lose evidence, but every piece of magic leaves it behind, like fingerprints upon touching anything. "Trace." Luke said, and it did. Red lines went from the arrow into the air, rising to the buildings. Luke felt no need to follow it as it went into the city. There was only 1 building high enough to shoot targets from that far, while avoiding anything getting in the arrow's way. Only 1 building offered a shot like this. Heading to that building though is irrelevant. He had to be caught in the act. A vigilante isn't likely to reveal their identity.


Luke shot a text to Corin. "I need to know if someone else is working on the Gang Murder Case. Tell me, and I'll do that creepy-ass graveyard raid thing for you."


@KattRai