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[the_lioness]

Alanna has been in and out of the bar more than usual the last few days, armed with books and better warding spells from her communications with Numair. The latest spell has her better pleased than its predecessors, and she's not scowling quite as much this time when she returns from checking on the crime scene. She looks around and takes a seat at Bar, who promptly offers up a steaming cup of coffee and several notes.

She finishes off the coffee as she reads, apparently unconcerned by its temperature. Immediately she asks for pen and paper in order to write the following quick replies:



Dr. Cullen:

Thank you for your offer. Your services would be greatly appreciated, as we need a doctor to examine the remains. Currently the body (what's left of it) and crime scene are protected by a number of spells, but I can lower them for you to have a look. I'm easy to spot -- short, violet eyes, red hair. I'll keep watch for you, but in the meantime, feel free to approach anyone with a security badge about this matter.

Regards,
Sir Alanna



Tom,

Thank you. Would you be able to check the area for signs of magic? I have my own tests for such things, but the Goddess only knows if I'd be able to detect all magic from all worlds. I would appreciate it more than I can say. We should meet, so I can lower the spells currently protecting the scene from outside influence, and so you can speak freely about the possible suspect.

Is Ingress away, I hope?

Sincerely,
Alanna



Mr. Smith,

Thank you for your note and offer of assistance. I -- and any member of security -- would be interested to speak with you about your 'unique gift' and any ideas you might have on how to proceed. This is obviously a case we would like to solve sooner rather than later. Security members have security badges displayed, and Bar would probably be willing to help identify us.

Regards,
Sir Alanna

That done, Alanna settles back with a second cup of coffee and a lot to think about. Most of it concerns West, but she's also starting to wonder where Raph and Abigail are; they were due at Pirate's Swoop well before now. Curious.

[OOC: I have to run several errands, but I wanted to go ahead and get this up. I'll be back in 2-3 hours at the most. Feel free to tag, and I will reply ASAP. :) Back!]

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[dreamer_fray]

"Okay."

Assuming he wants to say anything, he will!

He rocks back on his chair, idly stretching one shoulder. "Guess there's a whole mess over this goin' on, huh?"

[the_lioness]

He is very helpful.

Alanna makes a noncommittal sound. "There's a whole mess going on about lots of things."

Suddenly, she looks tired.

[dreamer_fray]

Harth tilts his head, actually looking vaguely sympathetic.

Hey, he can fake it for someone he (for lack of a better word) likes.

"Yeah?"

[the_lioness]

Alanna finds his vague sympathy vaguely suspicious. Again, he shouldn't take it personally.

Her eyes narrow slightly as she nods.

"We are fighting a kind of war at home. Someone opened the Divine Realms and released all manner of nasty immortal creatures."

[dreamer_fray]

"Yeah, that can get messy," says Harth.

As someone who's tried it a time or two.

[the_lioness]

"It's certainly going to get messy for the people responsible," she promises.

Another wolfish smile.

She leans forward, watching him closely.

[dreamer_fray]

He smiles back.

"I just bet. You got a lotta magic people where you are, yeah? Sounds like an explosion waiting t'happen."

Not everyone uses their powers for evil, Harth.

[the_lioness]

Alanna holds out her hand, calling on her Gift to form a fiery ball of purple light. It keeps growing and growing, like a miniature purple sun, until it seems to suck in energy and silently explode into a shower of sparks.

Vampires like sparkles, right?

"We'll match whatever they can throw at us."

They have a secret weapon in Numair.

[dreamer_fray]

Can't speak for vampires at large, but Harth certainly has a weakness for shiny magic things. He stares at it intently, one hand flexing absently as if testing the feel of something in the air.

"Rocketship," he says distantly, and grins to himself as it shatters into sparkles.

[the_lioness]

Her fingers curl in to form a fist.

"Rocketship," Alanna agrees, grinning, knowing full well the word sounds strange coming from her mouth, in her Tortallan accent.


[OOC: Does that seem like a good spot for a fade? *is grinning TOO* ]

[dreamer_fray]

[OOC: Sure does!

Now just to finish That Other Thread, and I may be caught up!]