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Jul 19, 2016 12:40:13 GMT
Post by luzifer on Jul 19, 2016 12:40:13 GMT
The small town of Odette was abuzz with activity normally unseen in its community. People hurried around, speaking in hushed voices and forcing down their curiosity as they passed by police tape. The more supernatural-attuned of them stayed home. That night, two women were killed. They seemed like isolated incidents, and it wasn't like Luzifer knew any better. All he knew was hearsay from the locals as housewives gossiped over the murders. Were they even murders? A lady waved her cake fork in the air as she theorized wildly. Apparently, they were going to send a couple of officers all the way from Lafayette. That alone made the incidents something to talk about for the residents. Luzifer noted that one of them was collecting information from the locals; another seemed to be taking a break. Luzifer approached the officer who was going through his notes while on break. "Anything so far?" he asked, feigning curiosity in his voice the way he was taught to back on Heaven. "Mrs Neale wouldn't stop insisting it was ancient spirits from the bog." He jerked his head towards the patio, at the lady who was still stabbing the air with her fork. "... yeah." rougarou(( idk here we go. based after the moonlight sonata prompt in the gazette ))
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i see the bad moon arising
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Post by rougarou on Jul 20, 2016 4:28:03 GMT
River turned his head away from the onlookers and yawned behind his notebook. It was too early to be helping with homicide investigation. He got up at 5am in order to arrive in Odette before the weather got too hot, yet here he was, hair metaphorically growing mold under his cap from the moisture and heat. It was disgusting, but you gotta do what you gotta do--and he thanked his lucky stars that didn’t include removing the bodies today. He caught a glimpse of them before they were zipped up, and in no way did he envy the coroners.
It was magic. His boss would insist that was nuts, but his boss’s boss would overrule that pretty quickly and contact the nearest superhero organization within the next few days. Right now, they weren’t solving the case; they were gathering information so somebody else could figure it out and hunt down the perpetrators. It made him feel a little insignificant, but at the same time, he knew they stood no chance over whatever the murderer was.
Officer River Hudson flipped open his notebook to review the chicken scratch notes he took down. Just as he was grabbing the Lafayette Police Department-brand pen from his belt, he was approached by a rather curious-looking civilian who seemed to be playing amateur detective themselves. The cop nodded respectfully and let the composite notebook fall shut.
”It’s an ongoing homicide investigation, so I’m afraid I can’t tell you much,” he replied, ”but what I can tell you is that it’s all under control, sir.” He hoped they weren’t some kind of superhero in disguise and he just embarrassed himself by denying them the opportunity to help. Knowing his luck, they were probably an Initiative darling on vacation. They had to be, who else had hair that weird?
His brown eyes followed the gesture towards the gesticulating middle aged woman. ”Sir, last time we were out here, Mrs. Neale attempted to convince me bog spirits took her cat.” She shoved the photographic evidence at his partner, who claimed the “wolfish” figure was a smudge on the lens. That was the last time River spent his monthly romp in Odette. ”So she says that about everything.”
”Now, is there something I can help you with, sir?”
luzifer
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Jul 31, 2016 13:33:49 GMT
Post by luzifer on Jul 31, 2016 13:33:49 GMT
Well then, Mrs Neale probably had a point. From what Luzifer knew of the dead bodies, bog spirits seemed like the most likely explanation. Who else could possibly want to stir up trouble in Odette? The town effectively had an age average of, what, thirty-seven? Sure, he hadn't been here long, but Mrs Neale and her gaggle of friends had been awfully informative in the way the grapevine always was. "I," said Luzifer, pausing to gather his thoughts, "Hopefully it really is just Mrs Neale being Mrs Neale." Who was he to doubt the authority? Whatever they said probably was going to be the truth anyway. (Maybe not for Mrs Neale, but the rest of Odette was less adamant than she was. Funny how humans worked as if they had hive minds sometimes.) He blinked. "Yes," he said, and dropped his voice a few decibels just in case Mrs Neale overheard -- one could never tell what the case was with housewives like Mrs Neale. "Actually, you should probably talk to that old man. He's ..." Good grief, this wasn't the time for him to forget. Luzifer's brows furrowed in thought. And then: "... Mr Franklin. He lives alone. He's magic, so he sees things." Luzifer hadn't planned on saying more than just Mrs Neale's wild hypothesis to the officer. He figured that the police probably already knew to talk to Mr Franklin, but many moons of having reported every single thing - down to the last detail - to figures of authority had made it a habit. The words had just rolled off his tongue. rougarou
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i see the bad moon arising
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Post by rougarou on Aug 10, 2016 2:16:49 GMT
Okay, maybe he wasn't just an Initiative sweetheart on vacation. He seemed to know a bit, at least about Mrs. Neale and her habits. Some weirdo drifter who spent time with old southern ladies, then? "Yeah. Hopefully," River agreed, looking towards the golden girls. He opened the notebook to jot down something else, fully expecting the guy to leave, only to be surprised. Some secret about the case, if his hushed voice was to be believed. River leaned closer, all ears.
"Mister Franklin."
Nope. Just stuff they already knew.
The officer sighed. "The department is on a first name basis with Jeb, sir." The old guy served the best lemonade. "But I appreciate the tip."
Mrs. Neale, Mr. Franklin, this strange man in a small town knew plenty of people. The way he talked about them, as if conspiring, made River a little nervous. Come to think of it, why was he so forward with all this info during a murder investigation? River pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow at the man.
"Sir, what's your name?" he said, "I'm afraid I haven't seen you around here before." It was the diplomatic way of saying "who the hell are you and what are you doing around the scene of a crime".
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