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Post by Tout-Perd on Mar 24, 2008 13:30:05 GMT -5
The thin framed man frantically jotted down notes on the piece of paper before him, his sickish face cast in a red glow by the dust in the beaker on his desk. He looked over his shoulder, regarding the thick wooden door to the room as if it would attack him.
"Yeah, I'd use a door." An irrate voice declared from behind him. The man spun, his face frozen in horror. A figure, clad in something resembing a form fitting leather bodysuit, sat on his desk. Something about the nature of the individual was very unsettling, treading the line between masculinity and femininity with no clear declaration of gender. The figure leaned towards him, and cracked a grin.
"Get away from me!" The researcher seized his beaker, rolled out of his chair, and fell to the floor. He looked over his shoulder, seeing that his pursuer had turned to the notes, and was reading them, disinterestedly.
"Well, well, well. Seems that you've been very, very busy. Busy indeed. These notes are almost enough to cultivate a stone from." The dark haired figure scanned the notes a few more times before looking towards the fallen scientist. He had tipped out his beaker on the ground, and had drawn a symbol in the dust. He snarled, and pressed his had into the alchemic array. The ceiling above the hunter crackled with energy, and then warped as a rectangular piece the size of a car shot down towards the desk. The genderless figure brought their hands up, as if to defend against the blow, as a cloud of dust and papers flew into the air.
"T-That should take care of them." The man stammered, struggling to his feet. He took three steps, when a droplet of water fell on his head. He looked up, only to see the ceiling above him collapse in a spray of stone shards and tumbling water. After the deluge, a darkened form dropped to the floor, landing lightly on one knee.
"While humanity was yet in the garden of Eden, they seeked knowledge. All that they found..." The dark figure rose up, staring the man in the eyes with their slitted pupils. They put their hand to his throat, gently, almost as if consoling him. A moment later, four black spears shot through the back of his neck, and then retracted.
"Was Sin." The figure turned to leave, impartial to the prone man gagging on his own blood. -------- The room bustled with people clad in blue uniforms, studying the scene of the crime. Whatever had happened, it was clear that it was the work of a skilled alchemist. Red dust had been found in the nooks and crannies of the stone floor, mostly dispersed, but still present. The moment that news of that had gotten out, Central had sent in as many State Alchemists as they could spare to learn about the conditions of the murder.
A new figure entered the room, slouched over. On his back, he carried a large metal box, completely sealed, with two leather straps around his shoulders. His hair was a messily styled mop of auburn, and his eyes held an apologetic smile. He turned to the first officer he met, and introduced himself.
"Par Zosimos. The Mandrake Alchemist." He stated matter-of-factly, jerking his shoulders to shift the weight of the container. "My expertise is using alchemy to better research the anatomy of biological subjects. I'm here to analyze the nature of the wounds."
OOC: Anybody who wants to find some evidence, bring your character in, and PM me. I'll send you a PM detailing what one of their talents could find.
And now, FMA RP developes an overarching plot! SHOCK!
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Post by kazkame on Mar 26, 2008 18:19:49 GMT -5
The room smelt of something foul and it’s wasn’t the mess left behind by the victim. He arrived at the scene a little bit after the rest of the other investigators. He wasn’t really the observant type, so he just stood on guard just in case the perpetrator came back. His shaggy crop of hair moved a bit in the almost non-existent wind. Gene wiped the extra hair out of his eyes and tried to cover his tears from the others. He had seen the victim earlier in the day buying groceries; they were still on the counter in the kitchen un-moved he presumed. The smell began inching through his nostrils as if it wanted to possess his mind. He shuttered as he always does when something bothers him. His uniform was the standard blue of the state, not his usual garb but it was a needed change. He had been a rebel against the state for months now, nothing major just a couple missing days of duty and the occasional insubordination. It must have been a phase or the consequence of meeting him.
Nonetheless, the Ishbalan looked conspicuously out the window on the other side of the door frame. He hung as a loiterer does on a wall for the longest time waiting for someone who wasn’t a complete stiff. The pack of cigarettes in his pockets was calling him again. He was attempting to go cold turkey but to no avail, he hastily grabbed the box and began to shake it for a loose one. The only thing that fell out was a note with an unhappy face with it, “Violetta…” he said with a smile. He then noticed a meek looking character attempting to introduce himself. Gene looked up to the man and patted him on the shoulder. “The names, gene valentine otherwise known as the Terra Fist Alchemist.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Mar 27, 2008 20:02:42 GMT -5
Loud clicking was heard when a woman wearing a white lab coat and black high heels entered the room. Her brown hair was thrown back into a messy pony tail that was positioned high on her head. She wore a pair of frameless glasses which gave her blue eyes an intelligent edge. She grabbed a pen that was placed in a pocket on the left side of her coat just on the side of the hip. Clip board in hand "I see, very interesting... hmmm... yes indeed"
"Oh, yes" the woman said pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose "My name is Patricia, Patricia Fadale, I am a strategist alchemist, also..." with a slight pause "I am the leader of the Researchers department in this area." She lowered her clip board and ceased writing her notes. "I have been sent her to try and dertermine exactly the element of the alchemy used in this murder." She clicked her pen and placed it back into her left pocket. Patricia seemed to be talking to herself after her introduction "This is so interesting... so mind puzzling indeed, the red dust... hmmm what could this mean?"
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Mar 27, 2008 21:05:08 GMT -5
"It means that we need to speed up the investigation." a voice rang clear from just beyond the doorway.
A tall man in a perfectly pressed military uniform appeared in the doorway with a hood sitting up over his head. A pair of glowing blue eyes shone from the darkness under the hood. The crisp blue jacket that he wore extended down farther than normal military garb and seemed to be damp in all sense of the word. A group of men followed behind the hooded man, some holding weapons and others equipment.
"The name is William Walsh, but you can call me Commander Hood or Aqua Form. I will be providing security for this investigation and I will serve as inturim commander. Anyone that enters or leaves will report to me first."
OOC- Sorry it's so short.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Apr 8, 2008 22:40:25 GMT -5
OOC: THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID! OOOOH! BIC: "Let's get started, then." Zosimos muttered, and drifted over to an impromptu table that had been set up. He jerked a sheet aside and revealed the corpse of the fallen alchemist, his face literally frozen with an expression of fear. The body was clinically nude, his clothes and affects laid aside on another table.
"Using alchemy to refrigerate the body. Rather astute for a location so far from Central." Zosimos muttered, probing the body with his fingertips. He reached into his pocket, and produced a magnifying glass. He leaned uncomfortably near to the body, and began scanning it with a practiced eye. He stepped back for a moment, shrugged the metal box from his shoulders, and set it down. He then approached the body again, looking over it with care.
"Name?" He demanded from the nearest flunky.
"I'm Paul Elenchi, sir." The flunky responded.
"Not you, the stiff!" Zosimos spluttered.
"Lewis Flew." Elenchi apologized.
"Well... He was impaled through the throat by some sort of implement... Four prongs, finger widths apart... Each tapers to a point. They were all strong enough to pierce bone." Zosimos drew a piece of paper from his pocket, and set it over the thoat of the corpse. He set his hand on the sketched array, and a pinkish light filled the room. A moment later, small, clear beads began to drop to the table with a tink-tink-tink.
"Diamond. The murder weapon was made of, or at least coated, in diamond." He turned to face the others.
"That's all I've got beyond the standard medical team. The rest of you?"
OOC: Sorry for not really involving you all yet. I'll try to get us all tied more into the story next post.
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Apr 8, 2008 23:18:42 GMT -5
Hood seemed to have phased everyone else out as much as possible as he knelt beside where the body had been on the floor. He ran his gloved hands around the chalk outline and held them up to his face, smelling what he had collected from the floor. A strange expression formed on his normally expressionless face as he dropped down to his knees and pulled at his gloves to straighten them. Hood clapped and placed his hands down flat on the floor, the arrays on his gloves sprang to life in a cold blue light.
In a wave of blue light the energy created from Hoods hands washed over the room. The area around the chalk line began to glow an ice blue followed by the walls. The images of what appeared to be tunnels in the walls that wove together in a manner that couldn't have been plumbing. Hood rose and dusted himself off and surveyed the room as the light began to fade.
"Water. There was water around the body and all through these walls. That's not plumbing and it's not natural, so someone obviously created them. Other than that I've got nothing." Hood stated in his cold manner.
From the doorway another state officer appeared and handed Hood a note and promply left the room, not wanting to interfer with the investigation or Hood for that matter. Hood read the small note and tucked it away in his pocket.
"Also seems that Central was having the stiff here experiment on some substances for them. Now we need to figure out what hes been working on and why. Matthews, report back to Central and inform them that the team has gathered and then report back to me." Hood stated matter-of-factly, watching his underling leave to carry out his orders.
OOC- Quality is lacking but I mean, you'll have to live with it. Oh and Lee, that was cold man. lol
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Apr 12, 2008 17:21:30 GMT -5
Patricia looked at the body, adjusting her glasses for a clearer view. She jotted notes down on her clipboard, and continued the investigation. "Hmm... this is all very strange. The wounds on his neck are indeed a finger width apart..." Patricia smirked "This could seem slightly insane, but could have it actually been fingers that pierced through the back of his neck?" She began writing down on her clipboard once again "I'm just throwing that out there."
"Another question that comes to mind, who was in contact or made contact with Mr. Flew in the past four weeks?" Tapping the side of her head with her pen cap she began to ponder. "Come to think of it, one of my friends, Dennis Penzy, has been acting strange lately. It wouldn't hurt to find out if he knows Lewis Flew, and maybe give us a lead?" She scribbled on her paper and ripped a few sections off. "This is his school, let me know a time we should speak with him."
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Post by kazkame on Apr 28, 2008 17:42:31 GMT -5
Gene was getting bored of being a patrolman. He decided to search for something to do. "Maybe I could Head back to my desk and work on some paperwork." he muttered to himself. " He quickly told the other guards about what he needed to do. He then patted his hands together and a blue flash rang out. A stone horse had appeared outside with Gene atop it. He yelled " yahhhh trick yaaaa" as he rode off towards central.
OOC: Gene will be back later lol ,due to the fact he has nothing to do
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Post by Tout-Perd on Mar 8, 2009 23:24:11 GMT -5
OOC: M'kay. We'll give you a call after we deal with investigating Penzy.
BIC: Zosimos had been examining the man's hand while the others had been examining the room and collateral evidence. Further prodding and sampling had revealed a lack of any toxins used, but something had been poisoning the man gradually. He had ruled out lead and small doses of arsenic, but the man's gums were a mess and fingernails were stunted and warped.
"Mmmm... I don't think I've ever seen a poison like this one. Even mercury fumes have a few key differences from this, here," Zosimos took the man's wrist gently, and held his hand up.
"Of course... The red dust that Patricia mentioned... It sounds like an alchemic accelerant. Those have all sorts of nasty reactions with the human body. And with the red tint set into his fingertips here, it's obvious he's been working on it for years... So, that explains that. Thank you, Patricia," Par turned, and took the sheet in his hand, spreading it back over the cadaver. He then looked to the two remaining alchemists.
"So, we have our lead, no? Then I suggest we follow it," Par walked toward where he had set the box, and noticed Elenchi seated on it.
"Get off that container right now," he hissed through clenched teeth. Paul looked up cluelessly, and started to move.
"NOW," The alchemist repeated, drawing a slip of paper from his pocket. Upon seeing the array, the Private dove for the floor and covered his head.
"That's more in line with the haste I expect," he muttered coldly, and began to strap the cargo into place.
"Commander? Shall we be going now?" he asked, fastening the last of the leather straps across his chest. He stumped up to Hood's side, gesturing for Patricia to walk along side them.
"I apologize for my brusqueness with your man, but this box here contains highly unstable bio-alchemic equipment. If he had put too much pressure on it, he could have triggered a very negative reaction from such input..." Par's voice was still harsh, but had lost its terse edge.
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