did you do a little seance
(did you do) a black cat romance
(did you do) did you do a little sun dance
(did you do) did you do some voodoo baby?
- Voodoo (Paul Gross)
"I've been captured; how droll."
Location: On the ru- er... Traveling
… I’m not even sure where to begin.
I’m Criminal Psychologist in training, future Detective Constable Leonie Barrow, at your service. Mine is a rather long, drawn out and somewhat sad tale. A tale of horror and humor. Of carnage and carnivals. A tale… That is starting to sound a bit melodramatic. Sorry.
I am talking, of course, of the tale of Johannes Cabal. Johannes Cabal (a necromancer of little infamy) waltzed into my life riding a train and running a carnival. A dark carnival. A carnival that changed my views on carnivals and festivities of a similar sort forever.
I shall never forgive him for ruining cotton candy and kettle corn for me.
But more importantly, I shall never forget his stack of contracts. The sort of contract you should only ever sign if you’re criminally stupid, not a believer in the afterlife or just can’t read contracts properly.
…Yes. I signed one. And before you ask, yes, it was criminally stupid of me. Don’t worry though - what I signed over never got collected.
I think we all would have been quite pleased if that had been the end of it, but of course it wasn’t (isn’t that always the case?)
There I was, minding my own business, studying abroad and BAM! He blows up an airship.
Alright, it’s possible that I’m simplifying things a bit; he did, after all, only blow it up in a strange sort of attempt to save everyone on board so… that’s one karma point to him, I suppose. The point is, we have a history. A mostly bad history and now… Now I don’t know. It seems terribly ungrateful to have him arrested and it should be noted that while he considers murder a ‘waste’, he kills without hesitation. Yet here I am.
Ah well. I suppose one day… One day we’ll sort things out.
*scowls darkly* Lately? Not often, if at all. I'll do what I can to communicate with the Sidhe and 'up there' but I'm not making any promises. Even a little less of a presence on their part is sure to help, if only a bit.
*sits up a bit more*....be careful Leonie.....thank you for keeping me updated, and for taking the Gracey case. You'll do fine both on the case and finding the party responsible for this mess. I have faith in you. Good luck.
*eyes narrow*....mmmm....sounds like Zeke was right....tsk. *shakes his head* All the more reason to hurry, and to pray that the people who are really being targeted don't do anything to provoke the police....
I'll admit initially I was considering a Fae war, but when the anti-magic announcement came out I started thinking that it was far too time relevant. You just confirmed what I was thinking..the ready made packs should be evidence enough. We need to find out who orchestrated this witch hunt and why before things escalate beyond all control. The people and creatures being targeted aren't happy and the general public is terrified.. Leonie, we're sitting on a powder keg here. Find the person holding the match before we have a full-scale civil war on our hands.
*frowns*.......they wouldn't have......Research and preparation would have been needed to pull that off. Lots of research. Leonie...this isn't a normal witch hunt. When you're done at Gracey's I suggest you start reviewing facts behind this incident...the whole witch-hunt....preceeding events...everything...and consider looking high up. Very high up. And be careful.
*shakes his head, shooting Leonie a tight-lipped smile* ....it wouldn't be good for your career if you pushed for my transfer Leonie. Besides...Elemes...Elemes has got my back. Things may be bad here, but, well, I did the crime, have to do the time, and bonus if I can memorize the names and badge numbers of those dirty cops...You be careful out there Miss Barrow. You still have the iron charm I gave you? And rock salt? Chalk or brick dust?
"If he left anything, it's probably in the other room. I really don't think I can bear to go back in there..." Gracey sighed, sitting on the bed. He buried his face in his hands. Seeing his beloved lying there was not going to stop bothering him. He still was in a state of shock, even if Annabell had been dead for several hours. He really hoped Miss Barrow would be able to help.
"Yes, of course..." he said in the same flat tone, "I really do need to get out of this room. We can speak in my room, I suppose." So, he lead Miss Barrow out of this room and into his own bedroom.
"I do apologize for being so er- unrepresentable. It's been a rather rough day, I'm afraid."
"A calculated risk... Damn my calculations and the risks."