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Post by Krakenbox on Apr 14, 2021 22:10:49 GMT -8
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Post by Lucas Chevalier on Apr 14, 2021 22:34:32 GMT -8
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Post by Krakenbox on Apr 16, 2021 22:49:21 GMT -8
Lucas' luminol reveals that the source of the growth was from the stomach, with traces of acid and bile burning the edges of the plant life. He hands Gavin the core of the growth as he offered his expertise in Hedge bounty, directing Oren to find a purse or a jacket. Gavin determines that this is a fruit he's never encountered; likely engineered. He notes that the nature of the plant matter contains...thorns of the Hedge, his insight to the matter giving pause as he tries to articulate that she's some sort of conduit between the borders of reality, but not necessarily a Hedge Gate. Lucas peers closer at the roots with the Beast's direction, following the veins of spiraling colour as his Sight sees threads of the necrotic dead poisoning the glamour.
Pulling back his gloved hands from the wooden guts he freezes for a moment, Lucas determines something no one else had: she was still alive. Hands in the air, he stares off for a moment as the others prompt him for a report in his reaction. The Gravewight tracks everyone stepping on her neural network of spores, Kai cutting samples from the exposed and raw, Gavin plucking growths as he tried to categorize what kind of spliced monstrosity he had discovered. The smell of piss and vomit took on new meaning, the twitch of lungs and muscle reacting to stimuli in the room.
He kept his mouth shut for the moment, a cold sweat and wave of nausea tucked away with a swallow and vow to not throw the investigation by potentially triggering the other Lost.
Oren combs through personal affects while Gavin peels the woman's locker off its hinges with a talon when it was discovered neither of them could crack a lock. It was like watching a can opener get to work. They find a folded menu for The Black Fish and one of the received calls was from the restaurant's number. Oren points out the makeup brands she had tucked away was worth a few hundred dollars; more than a young stage hand should casually be carrying.
As Oren tries to unlock the phone using the dead girl's fingers to no avail, and Kai points out that the very skin of the prints had been warped by the magic ravaging done to her body. As there was an expectant look given to Eis, the teacher didn't have the technological know-how to crack the device. Gavin's knowledge of the street indicated that the splash screen of her notifications was code for escort services. The Autumn Courtiers also note the Twilit Page's personal number had messaged her asking if she was doing okay.
Kai questions Loki on the information he knows about the victim's connections, Eis slowly warming up to Summer procedure and cutting through the man's disturbed pauses without much mercy. He repeated that Yasmin was a Spring courtier's girlfriend, and explained that the individual named Damien had given her True Sight. Loki offered his experience with these extreme situations leading to Changelings attacking their lovers. The one his Entitlement had been commissioned to hunt down wasn't insanely strong in his Court. He was a problem, but there didn't seem to be anything with being violent with the mortal. His Bargain even included a clause of never hurting her. The Fairest was choosy with his projects; someone had pointed him in Yasmin's direction for whatever reason.
"Damien was just careless. He fucked with mundies too much thinking he was helping. Started getting in his head that he knew better...you know, Fairests." Eis' leveled stare while Lucas worked in the background gave him pause for only a beat; but it was a powerful pause for him. "There'd been more than one intervention and the last one turned violent. That's when we got the contract to take care of it."
Eis and Lucas can determine the magic is indeed connected to the season of growth, rebirth, and renewal. With combined occult knowledge, there is clearly no Arcadian influence in regards to Crown, Sword, Shield, Steed, Jewel, or Mirror. None of them have enough knowledge in Spring rituals and practices to narrow if this is something new. Lucas also tracked the fluid trails that after the initial...pop...the plant matter had grown over objects that Oren's theatre experience allowed for context: they would have powerful sympathetic connections in the ephemeral, like it was feeding off of the potential Essence or the ghost of glamour.
Gavin parses meaning. The timing of Midsummer indicated that the woman had been harvested as a sacrifice to Spring itself. It wasn't a ritualistic murder? There was no indication of violence, and rather she had been poisoned with this manufactured Hedge Fruit. More a dedication, but the fact that there was necrotic taint wasn't part of the intent. It was like offering tainted meat. This was a desecrated failure. She had been groomed for something and someone somewhere had screwed the pooch with whatever they were supposed to take from her.
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Post by Lucas Chevalier on Apr 17, 2021 0:09:10 GMT -8
This city is sick.
The thought played over and again in Lucas' head like a broken record that was stuck on a loop. With every action he took, the thought grew louder and louder. If he thought about the young woman's suffering too much, it would make him throw up right then and there. He decided to focus on other emotions that he often didn't allow himself to tap into; rage. How often did he find himself apologizing to others here because they were suffering? All the time. All the Goddamn time. Whether it was ghosts or other Lost or humans just trying to go out about their business in an already cruel world, someone was always abusing them and using them in some way and he was the one who witnessed their suffering. What good were his apologies to any of them? It didn't save them. It didn't ease their suffering. Nothing would ease their suffering until this city was cleansed of the sickness that had infected it.
This was what love looked like in a city of where desire was set loose without any real control. Spring and Summer loved to tout how amazing the city had become since they had taken over. Nothing about this was amazing. Nothing about this filled him with the desire to go out there and welcome the new season with open arms. Love was not a cheap commodity that could be used and manipulated as a ritual component without a second thought of how it would impact the one who made themselves vulnerable enough to offer their love to a Lost.
Fuck Loki for thinking he was anything like Damien.
I hope the next time you piss Fawkes off, he knocks every last one of your teeth out of your mouth, you smug bastard.
He continued to work, allowing the others to poke and prod as they needed to. He wasn't going to allow her suffering to be in vain, that much he could promise her. They would figure out what happened to her. Then they would find out who did this to her and he would make them suffer for her. Until then, he would focus on finding a way to ease her suffering, even if he had to be the one to bring it to an end. It was the least he could do for allowing her to experimented on like a lab rat. Fuck, she deserved something more dignified than shitting and pissing her pants in front of a group of strangers. There were people who loved her. There were stories she needed to tell. There was an entire life that had lived full of memories that deserved to be shared with the people in her life who cared about her and had helped her create those memories.
Welcome to Las Vegas, where your hopes and dreams will be pissed away because of the never ending selfishness of unchecked ambition.
Once his part of the job was done, Lucas tapped into his mantle, drawing upon the coldness that dwelled inside of it until his entire body was covered in Icey blue tint. In addition to his usual, mist from the coldness of his ice hitting the air intertwined with the fog mist. All of his emotions shut off the moment the ice surged through him and literally froze his heart inside of his chest. All of the rage, sadness, and guilt that had been building up inside of him was quickly frozen out of his system. If he was going to progress forward in this investigation and clean up any loose ends, he needed a steady hand and heart to do so.
"I am nothing like him." Lucas turned his attention over to Loki, unflinching in his presence.
"She's still alive."
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Post by Loki on Apr 17, 2021 7:45:11 GMT -8
The cold washes over the Fireheart as he turns to properly hear what Lucas is saying. He blinked a couple of times with the good eye, having to shuffle back the stream of information he was constantly burning through.
"Oh, the...Damien? I didn't say that." The reaction to Lucas' calm confrontation for the insult was jarringly dismissive. It wasn't a deflection or avoidance, it was like he didn't even fathom that what he said was out of line.
The revelation on Yasmin's state, however, brought him out of his head. The Chevalier's head snapped to Roger, mouth thinning as the raging inferno within cracked and blistered through his flesh like a scouring sickness. He blinked again in a rapid twitch, attention roving around the room in a quick sweep. The Elemental's Kith caused a streak of fire to spark against the floor as his boots scuffed the wood. "That's. The f- Everywhere. Where does she start-"
His mouth couldn't keep up with what he was getting at. What he was noting and concluding before people had time to ask or even register he was upset. As Loki gestured, oxygen ignited, flames peeling off his arm from the movement like a waving torch.
"We can't let her suffer like this. Clear out."
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Post by Kai Rose on Apr 17, 2021 8:26:16 GMT -8
Kai's skin swept cold, deep blue as Lucas's revelation swept over her. Her sense of reality jarred and went into tilt for a few seconds as she knelt over the body, inspecting the growth and wondering what she was dealing with. She sighed and took a long, deep breath or two, calming breaths that were infused with Glamour as Loki began to react. She was alive. Perhaps the one responsible for her suffering was in her heart.
The scents drew Kai out of her Wizened spiral, the pungent, awful odors of the body and plant matter hitting her along with the revelations of the Wyrd. Her colors shifted and flickered with the rocking of her senses of surety and smell, but she managed to hold it together and not get sick.
Loki's Mantle washing over her as his flames began to peel and he began the fire was more than enough for Kai to spring to action. Oren had her purse. They had leads. It was enough to start. It was absolutely not what was best for the investigation, but Loki's orders and a flash of rage as she processed what had happened here were more than enough for her to step away and let Loki do his work.
"Burn it all. Let's find the sick son of a bitch who did this."
She glanced to Oren. He knew. He understood. Whoever did this was going to end up in the chair.
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Post by Eis on Apr 17, 2021 9:51:59 GMT -8
It's all Eis can do to not feel in the way and underfoot as they scour the scene for clues. The only thing that sticks in her head is the message on the cell phone from the Twilit Page. The Autumn Fairest tries, in vain, to connect seemingly random yet somehow related points. Yasmin, to their knowledge, was a mundane girl involved with a late Spring Courtier. So why on earth is the Twilit Page in contact with her? On a semi-familiar level?
As she does her best to ascertain the origins of... whatever did this to the girl, she can't help but ask herself how a power so familiar in essence can also be so foreign to her.
Loki's explanation borders on insulting. Her brow furrows a bit, she she decides to let it rest. There's a time and place for a quick-witted comeback. A murder scene isn't the one. She shelves the slight's implications and focuses on the hard facts: they'd done all they could for the Spring Courtier. The approach to deal with him feels less callous and more practical, now. Apparently, Lucas isn't as content to just let the comment go. And his delivery is tactful. She almost feels like cheering for him.
"Alive!?" the Snowskin blurts out. This changes everything! Maybe they could find a way to reverse the damage and find out ----
But all at once, the scene is filled with flame and searing, righteous anger. Rather than broker an argument, she rises and gives Loki, Oren and Kai a good once-over. Her lips purse. There goes the neighborhood. We'll be lucky to find anything else useful if this is how Summer wants to approach this. With any luck, cooler heads might prevail. Expectantly, she glances at Lucas and Gavin as she prepares to distance herself from the coming conflagration.
Though before she does, she holds out her hand to Oren. "Phone." After a pause, she adds "We may not be able to unlock it, but the Twilit Page was the last to contact this poor girl. I'd prefer to get some answers, when we can." She should at least pull something of use out of this before wiping the slate clean.
Eis prays, in silence, that the girl can no longer hear them. Specifically Loki. Would Yasmin welcome the end? Or plead with them to give her a chance?
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Post by Oren on Apr 17, 2021 14:07:56 GMT -8
The room is a whirlwind and Oren bore witness to it all.
He wanted to lurch at the opportunity to lick at the dredges of Wrath dribbling at the corners of Lucas's mouth, only for a tongue of ice to destroy the very idea of it even being there. Just when it was getting spicy too. Shame.
Then, revelation. The girl still drew breath. Oren wanted to leap for joy. One, because with enough time, they could draw words out of her. And two, the heat of Wrath that rose like heat off of asphalt. The paint could peel off the walls. It rippled across his skin, facsimile shades of the Summer Courtiers fuming in this room. These dogs were about to let slip. He could feel it quickening in his gut, in the hawk-eyes of Kai, the Destroyer. In Loki's charred lightning. "The plot thickens."
Kai was right. He did understand. His eyes spoke a keen, prickling shimmer. A little too excited, but honestly, that was typical and the last thing she should be is surprised. Or concerned, for that matter. This was her assurance that he was willing.
Lucas remained laced in hoarfrost, which the Mirrorskin found woefully disappointing. Oren wanted to apply heat and see how hungry whatever was inside his little Fortress of Solitude was. If it would lash at the air or snarl. It was all very Stoic Protagonist, and frankly, Oren was equal parts bored with the trope, and thankful for the character contrast. Really set up the opposite end of the spectrum.
It was getting a little hot in here.
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Post by Gavin Graves on Apr 17, 2021 20:30:44 GMT -8
Gavin had been in 'the zone' for a spell channeling his thinking out loud. The ideas flowed better that way.
"Poor Sheila's been made into a pipe between worlds by an engineered gobo-fruit. Who could make this or would even think they could? ... They'd need a place. Where does that pipe go? Why?" His thoughts meandered significantly, but always stayed on subject.
"The timing, she was being prepped as a ... sacrifice? Nah. An Offering? Or, Dedication!" he added with finality. He'd lost himself in subvocal thoughts he was ruminating on for some time before he ramped up again with a more useful realization. "Something of a capstone Spring ritual for the season. A big send off? ... Midsummer!" He had struck on something where he resonated with certainty.
"Someone pointed Damien at Yasmin. Not his usual type. Who? Why Yasmin? Heh, work that later." As the others started getting amped on the sudden revelation of Yasmin still being 'alive,' Gavin muttered to himself faster and faster, reacting to the room becoming a pressure cooker poised to blow. "Death essence. Death essence, uhhh, the fruit? The pipe? Maybe something she did? Hmmm. Right. What'd that essence do to the ritual or did it maybe change where the pipe goes? Hedgegate ... --adjacent?"
Here he was spinning this straw into gold and the others were ready to burn it all down. Nothing had changed and there was so much more to be learned here. Frustrated, he had to stall for time.
"Alive and experiencing aren't always exactly equal, right" Gavin gently chided at the assumption blasting through the room, gesturing toward the bleach-bare half remnant of a skull--His Aussie accent added an unintended note of condescension. It flavoured the rest of what he had to say all too well. "Teniente," Gavin added in poorly pronounced Spanish, trying to get the Elemental thinking through a different facet of his life, "you have the right idea for clearing this up effectively. Fire will definitely do the trick. I only ask you to give me five more minutes. I promise I can get something more of value to help you point the soldiers in the right direction, get her some justice--I think we'd all like that." Gavin intended to take the tone and posture of a Cartel soldier speaking to a superior. He'd hoped to merely short-circuit the timing of the Chevalier's command. "Just five m-minutes, sir," he stammered.
Well meaning as it was, it didn't manifest anything like he'd intended. He hadn't even turned away from the work or stopped fidgeting with his claws. Machismo was not his thing: all nerves and no eye-contact.
His moment of genius was right there though. He had to try. Just grab it.
He stood his ground and continued the study in the scant few seconds he bought with the asking itself. It was right there. Right now.
"Spring Dedication Capstone Rituals Involving Persons as Sacrament ..." he started in to pull the flow back to the fore, as if reading the heading from a text to prompt it.
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Post by Lucas Chevalier on Apr 17, 2021 21:32:56 GMT -8
How did that quote go?
It's not about the money. It's about sending a message.
In Lucas' mind, the point of this investigation was no longer to gather every last scrap of information they could. They had arrived at an important decision that would define who they were. His mind was in a methodical mode, figuring out his next steps the same way that one worked through a math problem. He was not afraid of any consequences that might befall him if Roger got upset with him or those in Fall with sway over the others didn't want the courtiers working with Lucas and the summer gang on future investigations.
All over Las Vegas, the sacred balance between life and death was being violated. Fawkes and Golden Boy, two members of his court, were suffering the consequences of someone's ambition that for all intents and purposes, seemed tied into Spring's greater ambition. Golden Boy was forced to become an anchor for multiple ghosts who in turn were suffering by being anchored to him, unable to fulfill their original purposes.
No more.
"She is experiencing it." Lucas replied in a simple, even tone to Gavin. He gestured towards the puddle of urine and vomit on the floor that had been released from her body because of all the terrible thing that were happening towards her.
"She felt everything."
If his words were further stoking the rage in Summer, he seemed indifferent to it. He didn't notice the way Oren was looking at him either. His mind was still operating in a clockwork like motion. He had an agenda he needed to complete and neither his emotions or the emotions of others were going to prevent him from what he needed to do.
"The plant matter has a connection to the ephemeral, it appears to be feeding off of the potential essence or ghost of glamour. The more she suffers, the more the plant matter is going to feed off of it or try to."
He took a quick look around to see what belongings she had left in the room. They had already acquired her cellphone and her purse, those were the two most important objects to help them finding future leads. Lucas grabbed whatever remaining personal items of Yasmin's there were that were goop free and tasted it before the flames went off. He had made a promise to her that she would die with some dignity. He would ensure that she didn't die with any regrets in her heart that would cause her soul to create a shard that continued the cycle of suffering in death.
"Let me help you." He spoke to the grotesque body with unblinking eyes filled with ice. Without any further word, he left the building to let Loki's flames consume the hotel room.
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Post by Krakenbox on Apr 20, 2021 13:20:18 GMT -8
Roger's eyebrows go up as Eis outs one of the Autumn officers in connection with the victim, quietly making a note while he carefully tracked Loki's popping skin. Ever since the Chevalier gained new accolades from the Season of Wrath, it seemed like his hair-trigger was infectious. His mouth opened as Gavin got a little too lost in the sauce of his theorizing, fully moving to get his attention as he started engaging the walking nuclear bomb.
Between the acid and organs, Kai took in the iron rage radiating off the woman's spirit, her mind flickering through an intense sense of betrayal when a trusted connection tried to traffic her.
Gavin doesn't have intimate knowledge of this Freehold's Spring magic, but he does understand that there's a pattern of bargains with the spirit-like entities from the Hedge, colloquially dubbed "Sentries", and that the Coronation ceremonies seem to be tied to tending to them in some capacity; Samhain and Ostara being the most obvious. So what about the other rituals? If they weren't tied to maintaining the Wards, they must have a connection with the other reason the Lost served the Season; the Contracts. This wasn't Litha, the Summer Coronation. This person was getting prepped during a period of transition where it seems she was left to cook for too long. The madness of the Leaden Mirror swept the researcher's mind in a torrent of occult connections as he mumbled: Midsummer...Saint John the Baptist...lamb...goat...cleansing bonfires- scapegoat? He didn't have enough information. Too many possibilities. If only he had more time-
The fire was spreading as the Razorhand was off in his head while Lucas admonished him.
"Mr. Chevalier is correct."
Gavin receives a firm shake of the shoulder as the Onyx giant passed silently out of the threatre. The imagery that Lucas gets from his Contract is jumbled, Loki having caused extensive damage after Gavin tried to stall him. He can't be sure if anything was done other than he was right about her awareness, and is denied the closure.
As the Lost vacated the crime scene, Roger was nowhere to be seen. Loki wiped his hands through his hair, trying to slow his breathing as the rain vaporized off his skin. He shut his eye, which still kept twitching as he paced, opening his mouth to say something to Gavin, and then shutting it, clearly trying to manage himself rather than escalate in a moment where he couldn't engage peacefully. The Courtier's reputation with Summer was likely the only thing stopping a blowout, but the agitation of his Mantle came off in waves. The act of ending a mortal's life would weigh heavily on a Lost's anchors, feeling justified or not.
The researcher put forward a theory to try and placate everyone that the woman was a vegetable, so they would be complicit in prolonging her suffering so he could poke. The needling outrage burned on the mind.
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Post by Kai Rose on Apr 21, 2021 10:50:55 GMT -8
The proof of her sentience poured through Kai's nose and into her awareness, and as she staggered back from the body as the burning begin, Rose shook her head like she'd seen something she didn't want to. Her colors faded to a deep, sludgy brown as her stomach dropped. Mr. Chevalier was indeed correct and Gavin was just... either he didn't know, or worse, he didn't care. She knew it intimately now. "Gavin," the Polychromatic said shakily at the Beast's theory, her gaze flicking rapidly left and right as yet another surprise hammered at her psyche. Her hands clenched and relaxed, and she seemed far away. "I can feel her hate. Leaving her to suffer for science isn't who we're going to be." She staggered outside, a hand to her temple as she struggled with the psychic dissonance. Once she was outside, she took long breaths and a pulse of gold pushed out from her core as she tried to self-regulate.
"Okay. We've got some shit to run down. I know Tanner. We need that phone cracked and research done. The restaurant needs to be checked out. So does the escort services angle. Someone was trying to hunt her. She escaped a prostitution ring, so that might be a dangerous angle." She tapped the side of her head and said, "Magic," as if to explain how she knew.
She looked from each to each, rubbing at her temple.
"I've got an idea on how to proceed, though I'm certainly willing to be superseded if someone has a better plan.
Eis, if you promise to report to the group on this investigation all relevant information that you find on that phone, you can take the phone and try to crack it. Maybe you can look up some guides online that will help, and it never hurts to have an actual computer.
Gavin, Luke, maybe with some research between the two of you, you can come up with why there's ghost energy related to that hedge fruit's effects.
I can call Tanner, see if he wants to explain to a friendly face what his involvement with this girl is.
Oren, maybe a pretty lady needs to go look around and be social at the restaurant. I wonder if there's anyone who can tell us about her or anyone who seems suspicious there.
Sir, could you ping your contacts to see if this girl's name comes up in relation to prostitution and who she's connected to? Does that sound like a reasonable plan for a first sweep? We can work the other angles next."
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Post by Eis on Apr 22, 2021 18:14:15 GMT -8
It is a lot to digest. Each reveal from her companions peels back a layer of mystery. Engineered goblin fruit... Spring rituals tinged with death... ghastly plant predation... and the observation that Yasmin has, indeed, been experiencing all the terror, shame and pain. Eis could easily get lost chewing over each revelation. Thankfully, Kai comes up with a plan to focus Eis' thoughts.
"Naturally. I'm just as eager as anyone for answers, and I'll share all of them. Better to amputate an infected limb than let it spread and fester." The last she says more for her own benefit than anything. As dire as the implications may be, if her own Court is somehow involved, she'd rather expose the corrupted few than cover for it. "I'm no expert on technology, " she adds "but I'll find someone who is."
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Post by Gavin Graves on Apr 22, 2021 20:08:01 GMT -8
It wasn't going Gavin's way. He had so much disparate information he was on the verge of pulling together in a feverish master-stroke. That dream was all smoke and ashes now: become the guy people needed with the special knowhow and make some friends. The elemental was literally fiery with his emotions. The wizened was wearing her anger on her sleeve. The cold one was chilling over, but had been the spark that lit the fire. The others had watched.
Gavin had stood alone. Perhaps that was best.
The beast was flustered. Instincts persistently demanding he take what he wants. Eat when hungry. Kill when threatened. Run from danger. Sleep when tired. Fuck when horny. So very simplistic. He wasn't all animal though. To act the animal he would be put down as a threat to all, and it would be right for them to do so. The others would give him little leeway in that regard. He was commonly very collected and put pause before action because of that necessity. A rush job wasn't his way because it couldn't be his way. There was something about being in that room though. It spun his equilibrium, demanding he act. It had been all he could do to stay on task in that pressure cooker.
What was there to do about the girl? It was a brutal way to die, being lit on fire, flesh cooking layer by layer seared with white hot pain until it goes numb and moves on to the next batch of nerve endings.
Five more minutes and he might have saved her. Understand the ritual and how it was broken, now that might have opened options and possibilities. A talking girl leads to better answers too. Everyone wins. They had to rush and end her suffering without considering alternatives.
None of that mattered now. Mentioning any of it would only incense the others further. It was time to suffer in silence. It was time to smoke.
Gavin had followed the others out of the place after the Onyx Knight had shaken him from his frenzied stupor and coldly watched Kai cool off and start running down the list of leads. When Kai opened the field Gavin offered his piece, as much as they don't want to hear from him right now.
"Those few extra seconds with the girl, as she was, brought more out. This likely had something to do with one or more of the bargains with the Sentries--Hedge Spirits. Whatever Yasmin was prepared for was as a dedication toward maintenance of one of those bargains. This wasn't one of the deals for the wards," Gavin stated matter-of-factly. "Probably Spring Contracts related. We're moving into a transition period between the seasons and it looks like she was left in the oven too long for whatever she was going to be used for. Someone was probably delayed in doing something important, or kept away with other business, and this was the result." He paused to take a breath, holding up a single bladed claw indicating he had more to say.
"I'd suggest asking Tanner about someone being late with something or someone missing an appointment on the Freehold ritual schedule. There'll probably be signs of a scramble to find a substitution for Yasmin's place in the ritual. The transition to Summer is going to be the clock-wall they're up against. Could be sooner. Keep eyes peeled for that scrambling. If it was important enough, they'd've had multiple backups or a short list of candidates. Ask about others like her. Maybe a list of people they were considering before they settled on Yasmin as their primary. The stream of thoughts I was in when the room went up was leaning toward human sacrifice. I think the room being on fire actually helped my thinking," he chuckled uncomfortably. "Saint John was symbolically a sacrificial lamb. The fire connected my thinking with cleansing fires and burnt offerings and Midsummer--June, where Spring turns to Summer."
Gavin considered a moment, "She might have been fated to die burning. That might be the angle for the list. Can't be sure though, could just be a coincidence that we did what was already planned for her."
Gavin lit up another cigarette and took a drag.
"We could look into more occult angles on the death or ghost essence, but I don't think that will lead to useful answers. That was a matter of fucking up the ritual and essentially desecrating the offering: Yasmin. It might lead to something if this was sabotage of the ritual though. I'll leave the political probabilities to you," nodding toward Kai.
"One last bit. I know the streets pretty well, but don't have any particular names to talk to but could ask around or point us in the right direction for finding a phone specialist or sorting out who is who on the street and get us to the right ladies of the night. Up to you where you put me," he said finally before taking a long drag from the cigarette.
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Post by Krakenbox on Apr 23, 2021 18:37:16 GMT -8
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