Fantasy Magical Crimes Unit [Closed Group]

[folclor]

"Kay. Don't die." She wasn't fully aware of what she was saying. Would she shower or eat? She wasn't sure. She hadn't decided yet.

 

[Macabrecabra]

He let out a snort, grinning wide “A bit late for that Ciel.” He said, amused. “Already dead but I’ll avoid dying again just for you.”

 

[folclor]

She stuck her hand out from under the bed and gave him a thumbs up.

--
At the crime scene, Estella was looking at the bodies. Some had their throats ripped out, obviously by lycanthropes, and others were burned to a crisp, eerily curled into balls or into kneeling positions. Pyromancer, maybe?

 

[Macabrecabra]

It didn’t take long for Qiūhé to arrive on the scene, stepping out of the squad card that had brought him to the scene. He sighed, slipping on his police jacket indicating he was with the forensics team before stepping under the crime tape. “How many casualties and what are first hand guesses of cause of death?”

 

[folclor]

"Seven. Looks like those four were hit with a fireball or something like and those three? Wolf, I think. I hope it's a wolf and not something like a bear," Estella said, pointing to each as needed. "No ghosts to tell me what happened. No ID to speak of."

 

[Yusuur Words]

Detective Beaudrie took a long drink of his coffee before grimacing at the scene before him. He couldn't say he was surprised. Tensions had been rising in the town for awhile, it was only a matter of time before outbursts like this occurred. "Do we have any witnesses?" he asked the nearest officer.

 

[folclor]

The officer gestured to the CCTV camera on the corner of a nearby business. "We've got the tapes on the way to the precinct. But no living witnesses, no."

Estella zipped the corpses up in body bags and had the team take them away before she pulled her rubber gloves off. "Just when ya want ghosts, they won't come out." Her cheeks puffed out in frustration.

 

[Macabrecabra]

"To be expected of the burn victims. Burned bodies don't yield undeath, given the purging nature of fire." Qiūhé said as he stepped forward into the crime scene carefully, moving to take out a small mag light. "The ones with throats ripped out will be worth more in terms of evidence..." Not to mention he wanted a second look at the wounds to the throat to confirm lycanthrope and that it wasn't some demon or undead or possibly some other non-human that had done the deed.

The undead carefully looked over the blood spatter on the ground, starting to put down the marking tabs for the photographers to get. Next, he began to carefully look about the ground, eyes narrowed. With how much blood was released upon ripping a jugular, there was no way the attackers would not have gotten bloody themselves ore avoided blood on the ground. It was the perfect setup for footprints. A good shoe print could often times be worth their weight in gold. He also kept on the look out for any thing out of the ordinary in the alleyway, any little bit of discarded waste nearby that could possibly be analysed.

"Get the team working on anaylsis of bites at the lab when you get back Estella, and magical residue as well. Keep one of the bite wound victims separated and undisturbed to the side. I'll...see if I can get a lingering residue of life out of one or two of them, see if that can help any,"

 

[folclor]

"No souls to be found, I'm afraid, but I'll put one aside for you!" The cheery mortician hopped into one of the cars going back to the station. She hummed the whole way, not happy with the situation but satisfied she'd be busy.

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Ciel managed, at some point, to crawl from under the bed and to the shower. She turned it on as hot as it would go and stayed there until her skin was red as could be, then she dressed and slinked out of the bathroom. But she didn't have a key so she couldn't leave via the front door. Instead, she climbed out of the only small window and onto the fire escape, which she set to climbing down, clothes in a distinct state of disarray. However, she was clean. She shuffled down the alleyway once she reached it, deciding to walk back to her apartment and buy a bit more alcohol on the way.

 

[Yusuur Words]

Beaudrie pulled out a pen and a small notebook and jotted something down, nodding in response as he did. "Thank you."

 

[Macabrecabra]

Qiūhé took his time mapping out the crime scene and laying down points to collect later as evidence, among them a few really prints that could be used. Once he was satisfied he moved back towards the police vehicles, glancing over to Beudrie with a small nod. "I'll get back to the lab and get started on the forensics evidence. Should have something to support the investigation by the end of the week."

With that said, the undead moved to get into one of the vehicles to head back to the lab after the mortician.

 

[folclor]

In the next few hours, the bodies arrived at the morgue, most evidence was collected, and cleanup was completed.

Estella set to finding what she could about the bodies while setting one of the non burnt victims aside. Everything she expected to find, she found. Well, except IDs. Those would've been helpful. As it was she'd have to try and make a dental match.

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Ciel wandered the streets a while, contemplating her next actions. She liked her coworker more than she expected. She didn't feel irked by him and he seemed a decent enough friend.

 

[Yusuur Words]

"Good work," Beaudrie responded. After touching base with everyone he needed to, he headed back to the station to start piecing together what he could.

As Ciel walked along she noticed a familiar face on the sidewalk ahead of her. The young man who had been accompanying a boisterous woman at the bar the night before now stood looking into a shop window down the street. He was barefoot, dressed in clothes that somehow looked both breezy and comfortable yet were well-fit to his body. He seemed quite interested in whatever was behind the window. Leaning in, his forehead nearly touched the glass, and a small patch of fog appeared and disappeared on the window with each breath.

 

[folclor]

She glanced at him, but it wasn't like she knew him or anything. And, really, she should just keep going to the liquor store. However, her curiosity eventually got the better of her and she edged closer, trying to see what had the man so very interested. However, she wouldn't speak immediately.

 

[Yusuur Words]

It was a jewelry store. Gem encrusted rings, shimmering layered necklaces, and earrings shaped like chandeliers all hung on display in the window. The man seemed focused on a few items in particular: a string of pearls and a matching pearl bracelet.

 

[folclor]

Ciel had never been interested in jewelry and she wouldn't be tempted by such a gaudy display. She looked at the man, then the set, then the man, then the set. She could almost hear her fiance's voice making a rather rude remark and found herself giggling at the thought. Oh well. Hopefully the guy would save up enough to get it eventually.

 

[Yusuur Words]

The giggle caught the man’s attention. He turned his gaze from the pearls to Ciel. His droopy brown eyes fixed on her’s and small smile played on his lips. A slight tilt of his head asked a silent question.

 

[folclor]

What was he asking? Her brow furrowed as if she was trying to understand him, but she hadn't had a telepathic conversation with anyone for months and she wasn't hearing voices in her head... so at least she wasn't walking into some nefarious scheme, right? Her head slowly tilted, almost mirroring his stance, blue eyes slightly narrowed in confusion. At least she showered before she left Undead Office Dad's, so she didn't stink or look completely homeless.

 

[Yusuur Words]

“If what you’re thinking is so funny you ought to share it.” His voice was smooth and calm.

 

[folclor]

Her face quickly became blank. "A bearded police detective in full uniform wearing the pearls and not looking happy about it."

 

[Yusuur Words]

His smile widened and he let out a small chuckle. “That is funny.” He looked back at the pearls. “I was just thinking that natural pearls look much more beautiful.” He looked back at Ciel again with a smile. “It’s a shame they’re so rare.”

 

[folclor]

"Haven't seen enough to know." And now was her punishment for curiosity. She straightened, averting her gaze as she looked for the closest liquor store.

 

[Yusuur Words]

The man reached into his pocket and produced a lumpy, asymmetrical pearl. Unlike the white pearls in the window, this one had a blue and silver tint to it.

 

[folclor]

What was she supposed to do with that? She edged away from him slightly. It wasn't that she had a thing against lumpy pearls, more that she didn't know where it came from or why he was holding it out.

 

[Yusuur Words]

"Scared of it?" He held it out between his thumb and pointer finger, turning it so that the light would shimmer on its silky surface. "You said you hadn't seen many. Now you've seen one more."