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IQ the Undead Toxin Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 1:48 am
 It's a new world,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXA bright progressive world,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXand the devil has come to PLAY. Seven hundred years ago, that was when the last avatar died. There are almost no records of the avatar anymore. No one has seen one since the death of the young water-bender woman. However the art of elemental bending hasn't died, in fact it has progressed! The lines between elements has begun blurring and new talents have shown through. But what is the world without the master of all four elements? One that progresses! It builds itself up on it's own. Growing. Spreading. Faster then anyone could have believed it works it's way to it's own demise. Far away from Republic City a new -world- has been created. On a new content named the Heart Land life has blossomed in a dark rainy city. Spade City [basically London, England] was the first city to be built. Now it is ruled by a lovely queen with an iron fist. Though she is passionate for her country she believes in swift punishment. With no grasp on what a fair trial really is. Execution is your sentence. While the queen rules over the city and keeps it in line with fear and love, there is another set of powers. The Jokers. A pair of criminal masterminds who rule over the underground. They are the who's who of crime and the only ones who dare stand against the queen. Unable to be prosecuted and forever in shadows.They have been there as long as the queen as lusted for order; to bring her city chaos. With a pair of master assassins at their beck and call there are rumors that they could dethrone the queen whenever they please. But if they could have, why haven't they? Perhaps because that would remove all the fun? But, for whatever reason this game of chess continues. Where there are powers, there is a force for each side. A knight, an ace in the pocket. For the queen it is a certain detective. A man who works for the innocent civilians of the city to catch criminals and prove innocence. A true force of fair justice. He is the paragon of intelligence and cleverness, but a bit of a show off. Who could be his match? A myth. A legend. A young woman. Seen only in the mist, thought to be an old wives tale. A brutal woman with more power then the queen, more fury then the Jokers, and a madness that can't be measured. Everyone deserves to die and she will bring the world to it's knees. Let the Chase Begin!
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 2:30 am
Setting // Locations // NPCs The Heart Land: The youngest continent it only has one major city and a few small towns. However it is quickly expanding and progressing faster then the rest of the world. Though it's known for it's more severe tendencies, it's also known to be possible the most controlled. Spade City: The first city built on The Heart Land. It's a booming, lively place. Bragging about being the most diverse city in the world it's home to many of the newer bending techniques as well as sciences. With their noble Queen living in the grand castle and their flourishing housing and shopping districts, it's bragging rights all check out. People from all over the world come there and though it is a paragon of discipline, it is also the center of new beginnings. 221B Bakers St: The home and main office of Edgar H. Lockheart.[ The great Detective] It's a humble mess of a home, in a flat where the rent isn't too terrible and there's an extra room, not that you can ever find it. The place often times has a slightly past comfortable clutter of odds and ends. They say the character of a man can be told by the first five things you see when you walk into a room...good luck with that. The Tea House: Run by [The Mad Hatter], it's a lovely little shop with teas, cakes, coffees, and no worries. You'll always leave with a smile from this eccentric little shop. If you leave with a frown it's only because your tea got cold while you were laughing. The strange owner and the waiters never leave a word unspoken or a customer unsatisfied. It's well known as a neutral stand point for anyone. There's no fighting over a cup of good tea. The Hole In The Wall: A cozy Inn above The Tea House. It's run by [The Door Mouse] and her hospitality is well spoken of around the world. She's a sweet heart, though a bit shy, and she runs herself ragged taking care of the place. It's known for it's comfortable beds and warm meals. Plus with such a shop below it's a big attraction. There's hardly ever a room empty and available. Forgotten Fungus: An opium den run by [The Caterpillar] it's the most well known and often the busiest. It has more then just opium on the list, but sells nothing that's too illegal. There are rumors that it's in with the Jokers but no one has any proof of this. So when you need to forget your troubles and worries, that's the place you go. Ace's Club: A brothel run by Jameson M. Though he's the brother of Edgar H. Lockheart they don't share a last name. Jameson's place is a lovely area with some of the best arm candy around. You'll always have a good time with his girls and they'll always give you what you want. In the Heart Land it's never hard to find a pretty face. However if you fancy a handsome male, there's always one of his Jacks...or if you're willing to pay the price, you can even take Jameson himself on. Whatever you do, just remember to behave yourself and follow the rules. It's no secret that Ace's is tied in with The Jokers. Beneath The Tree: The Undertaker's home office. Where every corpse is treated like royalty. Charlston C. Keshire owns this little slice of burial mound and takes the best care of all his guests. Though to any detective or criminal they know it as the best source for information on the dirty deeds around the place. Just beware, you never know when one of those coffins lining the place will be made just for you. Diamond Heart Palace: The queen's royal home, and home to any courtier who visits the continent. Extravagant in every meaning of the word it dazzles all who look upon it's walls and sends shivers down their spine. Nicknamed the Bloody Palace it houses the famous executioners as well..including Spade Rokwall himself. You don't approach this place unless you've received an invitation from the queen. Queen Tarran Allure Amore the 5th: [Controlled with permission when needed] The queen of the Heart Land she's a fearsome blood bender. Her powers are known well through out the land. Though she is feared for her power, none would dare to question whether she cares for her people. Her passion for justice and peace is stronger then that of the so called Avatar of long ago. Though she is a rather private person she will always oversee an execution. Spade Rokwall: [Controlled when needed] The favored executioner of the queen. He is a famous metal bender who's favored tools of the trade are large metallic cards. Often with the queen of hearts on them. Though some find this ironic non would laugh at him. He's a very serious and some may even say heartless person that you wouldn't dare to mess with. Everyone knows better then to get between him and his target. Jameson M.: [Controlled when needed] Owner of Ace's Club and brother of Edgar H. Lockheart. A man to be trifled with and a bit of a prankster. It's all riddles and fun with him. Though body language speaks loudest to him. He's always the first to wiggle his way in the path of his younger brother. However he never means any harm. Often times appearing to just be playing around but often he has the answer you need. You just have to persuade him that he should tell you.
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IQ the Undead Toxin Vice Captain
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IQ the Undead Toxin Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 3:07 am
The Cast Of The Game
The Detective: [Taken by IQ the Undead Toxin] Edgar H. Lockheart : A man who works for the innocent civilians of the city to catch criminals and prove innocence. A true force of fair justice. He is the paragon of intelligence and cleverness, but a bit of a show off. He's a genius and he knows it. Stubborn as a mule and ten times harder to convince, he's a real handful.
The Assistant & Outsider: [Taken by Shojo-Sparkle-Fish] Zenith Alexander Nartilius Emanuel de Castillo the Fourth: A man who's just arrived in the Heart Land, and this world. Come from far away he was thrown into a world he hardly understands and is now being forced to help Edgar hunt down a dangerous criminal. However with his own hidden talents he'll be more help then even he knows.
Tweedledee and Tweedledum: [Taken by I Want To Be Your Light] Thomas and Torren Deedle "The Jokers": A pair of criminal masterminds who rule over the underground. They are the who's who of crime and the only ones who dare stand against the queen. Unable to be prosecuted and forever in shadows. Mischievous and playful. They'll never get enough until they've won the pot and everything else.
The Mad Hatter: [Open // Male // Neutral] The owner of The Tea House. He's a gracious host but a little odd. Never quite certain if he's mad or just interesting people seem drawn in by this charismatic person. He's into things only for the oddities. He's a collector of the strange and an observer of the weird.
The March Hare [Open // Male // Neutral] Waiter at The Tea House and younger brother to The Mad Hatter. He's got a bit of a temper and a wishy-washy manner about him. Admiring his brother they get along almost too well. Not much is known about this handsome man, but he's certainly as popular as his brother.
The Door Mouse: [Open // Female // Neutral] Owner of The Hole in the Wall. She's only interested in keeping her Inn running and then settling downstairs for a nice cup of tea and maybe a small nap. She's good friends with The Mad Hatter and The March Hare.
The Caterpillar: [Taken By: Nero Sol Heart] Kale ParekadorAn informant and friend to all. He keeps his business open to any curious mind. He's more intelligent then he'd ever give away and seems to know almost everything about everyone. All he needs is a name, and the rest is his to tell. For the right price or favor of course.
The Cheshire Cat: [Taken by Ophelia Etrange] Charlston C. Keshire: The Undertaker and owner of Beneath the Tree. He is a strange man and rather other worldly. Not much is known about him, but he's believed to be a force of his own, playing all sides and doing what ever he pleases. He definitely doesn't seem to be all there.
The Mock Turtle: [Open // Male // Heart] A performer at Ace's Club, he's got the voice of an angel and can look like one too. Most people think he's a girl due to the outfits he wears and his sweet voice. Favoring to play the female fatale he wouldn't have it any other way. He's a favorite for Edgar to call upon, though he normally just keeps the man company when he doesn't have any jobs.
The Griffon: [Open // Male // Joker] An assassin and brother to The Jabberwocky. This man is dangerous with anything he can pick up and though he lacks a certain sense of grace his strength and brutish ways are plenty enough.
The Jabberwocky: [Open // Male // Joker] Brother to the Griffon and partner assassin, he specializes in the quieter jobs. Working well as a torturer and silent murderer. He'll get you what you want and do it all with a toothy grin.
The White Knight: [Taken by Silently Killing You] Beztsveten Pravosŭdie: Head police officer of the yard. She's worked hard to get where she is and though her silly inventions often turn out useless she's quite the tinkerer. She's dedicated to her crafts and a bit forgetful. Some might wonder how she got her job? However when it comes to work she's as serious as she can be.
The Red Knight: [Taken by VelvetDragonKit] Rose Rolland Lieutenant to The White Knight, she seeks after the head job. However she has nothing but respect for her head officer. Knowing full well that the other deserves the position. She's a bit OCD and can't really stand the mess of the offices of The White Knight and Edgar. However she manages to keep herself in order and is always ready and willing to try and outsmart the criminals and the pesky detective.
Madame Rose: [Open // Female // Joker] Acting right hand to the Jokers she keeps track of the police force. Working as a secretary and double agent within the barrack walls. She's always in control of the situation and knows exactly what to do. She's not afraid to get her hands dirty, but would rather have someone else do it.
Mistress Tulip: [Open // Female // Joker] The go between for Madame Rose and The Jokers. She's a runner and mostly just used for information. She's also very good at covering up for some of the amateur criminals out there. She does the dirty work, but always gets her reward for it.
Alice: [Taken by King Nagase] Allision Emily Annaise: A mysterious young girl who's seen with The Jokers often. She can be found in Beneath the Tree and is sometimes seen on the streets. Though there doesn't seem to be much special about her...there's definitely something wrong about and with her. She'll make the world crumble around her...or something like that.
[[More Characters may be added as seen fit]
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 3:40 am
DON'T CALL ME SHERLOCK You musn't let yourself be carried away,
DON'T CALL ME SHERKLOCKby a wild fairytale. [There's Always A Reason And A Science] ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ Past the dark green door with the golden metallic reading, 221b; there was a rather odd conversation going. A man who stood at exactly five feet and seven inches had his eyes closed and his head against the mantel of a rather large fireplace. However there wasn't a fire going to warm the chilled room. He couldn't have started one if he'd wanted to. The reason being because the fireplace was filled with strange metal objects that looked to attach to each other and form some kind of machine or perhaps abstract sculpture.
His short black hair was curling whatever which way it wanted, and his eyes were closed in thought. He looked rather serious with both hands on the mantel gripping it's cool surface lightly. Though one of them stirred quickly and smacked down as he shot up and whirled to look at the figure who was in the room with him. A young man who Edgar had found about to be either executed for lying, or mobbed for the truth.
This young man was supposedly the Avatar. His powers were quite amazing however Edgar didn't quite believe in the legends of the Avatar. He knew there was bending and such, especially since he himself was a bender of kind. Though he wasn't a practiced one or a conventional one. He could make plants grow faster or make them wither. He could force them to shape or snare, however he hardly ever used it. Aside from to keep his little bonsai plant alive.
"So you see my good sir. If you are truly the Avatar then you will have no qualms with helping me to stop this murderous villain who is displaying powers and abilities far beyond any of legend. Committing terrible crimes toward our beloved queen and down right slithering out of my grasp at each turn." He stated and leaned dangerously close to the man. "If you are the avatar...if you aren't, well then I'm not sure I have another use for you and you should stop wasting my time and I'll give you directions to the executioner for practicing forbidden arts and lying to the constables."
Not giving the man a chance to answer he turned away from him and paced towards the small kitchen. "Now that we have an arrangement. You should be informed upon the nature of these oddities. You see they are quite different from anything encountered before." He picked up a large stack of papers and moved to set them on the coffee table in front of the man. Only to stop and stare at the already covered piece. You couldn't even tell that it was a table with how many papers and folders were on it. He blinked and looked at it curiously. "One moment..."
Shifting the folder in his hand to the crook of his arm he shifted a few pieces of paper and then used his foot to shovel a box off to the side. It took him about four minutes to clear off a space to put the folder...and then another five to find a place to put the things he'd just moved. He cussed lightly under his breath about how he didn't see how his landlady could stand the moral guilt of moving his things without his permission.
Within the folder were pictures, items, and many written papers on the crimes that had been committed. From the murders of an entire town house to the destruction of a large clock tower that appeared to be eaten. People who no longer looked anywhere near human, and things that were moving that shouldn't be moving. Even with the ever changing abilities of benders, these things seemed quite impossible. However there were many notes hand written by Edgar of ways that it could have been done. Though most had been scribbled out or crossed out with an angry swipe of the pen. There were also plenty of coffee and tea stains as well as the faintest scent of opium and nicotine on the pages. ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ [ All The Answers Are In My Head, Waiting To Be Unlocked]
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IQ the Undead Toxin Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 5:56 am
 Zenith Alexander Nartilius Emanuel de Castillo the FourthIf they say that I'm a God, that's what I am
What's more if we don't comply
With the locals wishes
I can see us being sacrificed, or stuffed
(You have a point there, very good thinking)
Zenith Alexander Nartilius Emanuel de Castillo the Forth, better known as Zane Castillo and occasionally "this guy" or "hey you", was currently contemplating his imminent demise. The man who had practically dragged him here was pouring forth words about murder and crime. The man, who had introduced himself as Edgar, didn't even let him get a word in at all. Not even to explain that this really was a horrible misunderstanding. You see, Zane was an accomplished mage descended from a long line of accomplished mages. His family even had a university named after them. So, when the time came to make the traditional Planeswalk and his grandfather said he knew of a lovely place to check out, Zane trusted that long heritage of mage-ness. Naturally, where did he end up but a backwater world full of elemental psychics. Grandfather left out the part about using only one element... he thought. Not long after arriving in town, a random native had attacked him with a fire ball that Zane caught and sent back out of self defense. He did the same when the brutes buddies started tossing rocks and ice around, which led to people calling him "The Avatar". And that led to him being in this predicament. He wished he could just poof back home, but that would mean failing to complete the Planeswalk and bring horrible shame to his family name. Tradition stated that Zane had to spend six months (or the local equivalent there of) learning all he could about the world so as to better understand how magic had many forms. No stipulations were made for duress as a clever mage should be able to get themselves out of any foolhardy situation, right? "Is this guy done talking yet?!" a harsh whisper sounded from the insides of his coat. "Is it lunch time?" the tone of voice changed, "We get candy nyow, nyes?" Zane hurriedly shushed his pocket glancing to see if his captor had heard. The man didn't seem to notice as he made room for whatever was in that folder on the table. Zane didn't breath a small sigh of relief until Edgar was off putting things away. While the detective's back was turned, he pulled on his pocket and whispered into the fabric. "Unless you want to get us all caught, Cricket, be quiet." "Like whispering into your coat isn't suspicious..." the first voice rebuked. "That means you too, Bishi." Zane sighed and went back to a more normal position. His coat, like his magical prowess, had been passed down the generations. The Castillo family was renown for their work with extra-dimensional spaces. One of his ancestors had even woven a fabric that continuously worked as such a space. The fabric was expensive and also attracted a multitude of life forms from gnomes to dragons, but Zane's inhabitants were especially unique. They acted as his familiars, companions, and annoyances in equal measure. He'd have to find someplace for the seven of them to roam around a bit before they did it on their own. "So, if I understand right, you need my help to find and catch whoever is committing these crimes." He spoke to Edgar hoping to cover his momentary slip. He spread his arms out wide, "We should get right to it then! I'm a man of action with a hands on approach, you know. So, lead me to your crime and I shall commence with the helping!" Zane smiled trying to show sincerity and not the nervousness he was really feeling. It's tough to be a god
But if you get the people's nod
Count your blessings, keep them sweet
That's our advise (It's great advise!)
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 12:45 am
 If I had a world of my own,
everything would be nonsense.
Nothing would be as it is,
because everything would be what it isn't. She was so tired. Her head began to slump forward as she felt the chills curling up through her spine. The young girl gritted her teeth and looked once more into the flickering lamp lit window. Her eyes half lidded and sliding closed. "I'm....late...." She muttered to herself and rubbed her hands over her arms. She was getting cold. "One more look..." She looked up once more and the lamp light went out. Suddenly her head slumped forward and her eyes shut.
A nightmare stirred behind her fluttering eyes. A dark room filled with footsteps. Mumbling voices and blurred sights. Then red. "You have to look pretty for him..." Was that her voice? It seemed like it. She helped a different woman into a pretty dress and did her hair. Suddenly there was a splash of red. The world went black, and then everything faded away.
She woke up in the dark. A warmth surrounded her nicely. Then she reached out and felt the heavy satin lining over wood. Her mind reeled for a brief flash and then sunk into a sweet iridescent calm. One that was familiar to her. She pressed against the lid of the wooden box and it moved almost on it's own, sliding off and revealing the flickering oil lamps and dark decor around her. She sat up and looked around briefly before seeing the sparkling white of a friendly face. And contrary wise,
what it would be it wouldn't be.
And what it wouldn't be it would be.
You See?
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IQ the Undead Toxin Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 11:21 pm
DON'T CALL ME SHERLOCK You musn't let yourself be carried away,
DON'T CALL ME SHERKLOCKby a wild fairytale. [There's Always A Reason And A Science] ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ Edgar wasn't deaf, so he obviously heard the whispered words in the quiet flat. However he decided to ignore his schizophrenic friend and finish putting things in somewhat of an order. If the young man was a little eccentric, well that would be the least of his problems. As things were going, he didn't really mind if the person helping him was a little crazy. As long as he wasn't a complete psycho then everything would be fine.
The mood changed so suddenly it almost knocked Edgar for a loop. He blinked once and then grinned like the Cheshire cat on too much sugar. "Excellent! Then we're off!" He snatched his coat from the back of a chair and then began running out the door. He made it to the bottom floor and left a brief note for the house keeper to keep her out of his things for the time being. At least that was his fool hearted hope. He knew the woman too well to believe it would work.
The crime scene was a house in the upper class region. A woman in a pure white dress was sitting in a large armchair. Blood trickled down her fingers from the ropes that sliced into her wrists. The weave turned sharp and foul. Her dress was spotless and the blood went in all directions around the nicely furnished foyer. The woman would have looked positively gorgeous, if not for the large slice that went through both cheeks and was sewn back to reveal her entire set of pearly white teeth. Her eyelids were sewn shut with peach thread and her mouth gaped wildly. What could have been a pretty sight, was quickly grotesque.
Edgar looked over the handy work with a slight twinge. If you looked close enough you could see many inconsistencies. Things that shouldn't be there. Things that seemed unnatural and impossible. The way the blood flared out from the body. The black hand prints like bruises around the shoulders, neck, and upper arms. All the same size and obviously belonging to the same person, but appearing to be put at the same time. "Either our killer is a very strange and large spider..." Edgar stated mostly to himself as he lifted the sleeve to look at the bruise a little closer. "Or there was some strange bending applied."
Standing up he looked to his new assistant and tilted his head curiously. "What are your thoughts on the method?" ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ [ All The Answers Are In My Head, Waiting To Be Unlocked]
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 11:59 pm
Zenith Alexander Nartilius Emanuel de Castillo the FourthIf they say that I'm a God, that's what I am
What's more if we don't comply
With the locals wishes
I can see us being sacrificed, or stuffed
(You have a point there, very good thinking)
Zane followed his zealous host as he dashed out the door and took a taxi to the scene of the crime. During the ride, Zane steeled himself for what he may encounter at the place of a murder. Meanwhile, his familiars took turns trying to get a better view of the world as it passed by. All too soon though, they arrived at the house with very official looking people standing out front. With Edger at his side Zane wasn't given too many strange looks and they easily gained entrance to the macabre sitting room. The first thing that hit him was the copper tang of the blood. The strength of the smell brought a hand to Zane's face, and with a quick thought he cast a small spell to cancel the effects of the blood before he lost his appetite for the rest of his life. He heard similar complaints from his pocket as well as one small sound of interest. It figured that his berserker familiar Amarantha would be fascinated by the scene before them. With a quick calming breath Zane forced himself to focus on his "job". At first glance, it seemed to be a typical, if bloody, murder. But, as he looked closer he began to sense something off about the whole thing. The more details he took in, the more certain he became that magic was somehow involved here. Like the blood, the trace amounts of magic were shimmering everywhere. That wouldn't normally be unusual on a plane of elemental psychics, but there was a subtle pattern to the shimmers. The type of thing you would see deep in the core of any mage's spell. Deep in contemplation, he was startled to be asked what his thoughts were. While he had been lost in thought Edger had moved to examine the body more closely. "Well..." Zane rasped, throat dry, before clearing his voice and beginning again, "It seems to me that the hand prints are important. The cuts on her cheek most likely didn't cause all the blood we see unless something else is at work." He gained some more confidence in sounding very official and began to take a few more steps into the room. "She's so pretty!" Amarantha's voice called softly as Zane got closer to the victim. A disturbing thought, but the red headed familiar was right. "This is just a little too perfect. It's.... magical.... almost."Zane dropped the "M" word trying to gauge how much the detective would believe if he was completely honest. It was a cardinal rule of the Planeswalk that magic wasn't discussed with the locals unless they already knew. There had been some bad incidents with a town named Salem and their tendency to barbeque mages. Under the circumstances, The Mage Council probably wouldn't fry him immediately because he broke that rule. He hoped... Chilled by the thought Zane continued, "Well... I mean... I'm not exactly a crime scene expert, but you asked for my opinion and there you are! I can't think of any--" Oh, what was that word Edgar used, "...bending techniques that could do something like this. You're the detective! What do YOU think?" He could think of several magic techniques, but that was beside the point and he was trying to avoid being deep fried by the Mage Council here. It's tough to be a god
But if you get the people's nod
Count your blessings, keep them sweet
That's our advise (It's great advise!)
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 12:25 am
DON'T CALL ME SHERLOCK You musn't let yourself be carried away,
DON'T CALL ME SHERKLOCKby a wild fairytale. [There's Always A Reason And A Science] ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ Anyone who was paying attention to the two men would be lost for words. Edgar seemed almost apathetic to the murder scene now. His eyes wandered over everything as he listened to the young man next to him. Meanwhile that man was spouting of nonsense like magic. Sure there was bending in this world, but magic! That was a laughable mention. Yet Edgar seemed to take the word into consideration. His eyes flashed over to the face of Zane when he heard the word as if it spoke of some character flaw.
Taking every observation into consideration as his job required and more. He stood up suddenly and took off his coat tossing it to one of the officers. "Leave us." He coolly commanded and no one argued, leaving the two men alone with the crime scene. Edgar rolled up his sleeves and looked at Zane. "You can move but don't say anything." He informed before stepping even closer to the woman's corpse. He looked straight into her gaping eyes before closing his eyes and placing both hands out in front of him. Slowly his fingers spread out and his mouth began moving in speech.
He was describing the scene all around them. Every detail left his mouth as he kept his eyes closed. After five minutes his eyes snapped open and he stalked over to a dresser. Shoving it to the side he kneeled and ran his hand over the carpet. Then he went to one of the blood pools and touched the carpet next to it. "Dry...the blood didn't seep into any of the surrounding carpet. It was kept only to the places where they smeared or splashed it." He stated out loud and shook his head. "No blood bender on record has that level of control."
Edgar was talking to himself as he moved throughout the area stating more small details. "The fibers are too processed to be bended. Not even an expert plant bender could do this." He seemed almost excited as he suddenly turned an his eyes were sparkling. He walked right up to Zane and grabbed his shoulders. "Do you know what this means?" He didn't give him time to answer as he released him and turned back to walk towards the corpse. "You my dear! Were not murdered by a bender, but it's impossible for you to have been murdered by a normal!" This vague and disappointing idea was stated with thrilled gusto.
He took a bit of her hair, the rope, and some of the carpet soaked in blood. Placing them in a small bag he turned and walked towards the door. "Come Zane! We have a true mystery to solve and much to discuss!" Throwing open the door he took his coat from the officer and walked swiftly. Not really waiting to see if Zane was following him or not. ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ [ All The Answers Are In My Head, Waiting To Be Unlocked]
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 3:24 pm
 'Cause it's too cold
For you here and now
So let me hold
Both your hands Kale Parekado
The Caterpillar And if I may just take your breath away
I don't mind if there's not much to say
Sometimes the silence guides our minds
So move to a place so far awayLately in Spade City, things were getting more and more chaotic. Throwing the queen into a fit and the Jokers into tizzies of pleasure. The poor people caught inbetween were stuck in chaotic agony with very little escapes. Kale's heart bled for them, but his business boomed and he offered what relief he could. There was a murderous myth on the loose, yet anyone who came to his lovely Forgotten Fungus; was swiftly lulled into a sense of peace. Here there was no murderer, no outside world of chaos. Just the sweet smoke and dreams.
Kale lounged on a couch with two beautiful girls in Chinese dresses lying their head on his lap. The sweet smoke swirled all around them as customers and workers enjoyed themselves. A soft hand came up to stroke his cheek as the girl smiled and ran two fingers over the almost flawless patch of skin where a right eye should be. It was just the way he'd been born. On most people it would have been a disgusting feature. However on the young man it was almost never noticed in the circles he traveled. If it was, only a mention of how it didn't impair his beauty.
Kale was waiting for a very special guest to call upon him.
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 9:26 pm
 ♘ Lieutenant Rose Rolland♘ If having a psychopathic murderer on the loose wasn't bad enough, Rose had to deal with a psychotic detective as well! Edgar never followed the regulations and was always doing things his own way. He seemed to think that the crime scene was his playground! He kicked everyone out and expected her not to chew his head off. The plant bender should know better then to piss off an electricity bender. At one point in time electricity was seen as a talent only the best fire-benders could wield. She however had been born with the ability. When the infuriating man and his new assistant tried to flee the scene with evidence; that was the last straw. "Oh no you don't! Edgar!" She yelled to grab his attention. The air around her sparked with rage, literally. "Stop being lazy and do your job! You're not even trying to solve this case! You're just messing around and stealing our evidence!" She practically growled as she jabbed a finger against his chest. Rose was a tall woman by nature. It just ran in her family. Standing at six feet and three inches. She towered over most of subordinates and presented an intimidating pictures. She wore red scale bracers to represent her families pure bloodline from the fire nation. She was often times referred to as the Dragon Lieutenant because of this. While most people didn't mess with her; it always seemed that Edgar was oblivious to her status and ability.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 8:52 pm
DON'T CALL ME SHERLOCK You musn't let yourself be carried away,
DON'T CALL ME SHERKLOCKby a wild fairytale. [There's Always A Reason And A Science] ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ Edgar was in a hurry. He was too excited to follow every little rule that was set for those lesser detectives. He wasn't part of the police force! He was a private detective and he had been called in on this case. That meant he did things his way and that was that. He didn't need to follow their protocol. At least that was his view on the matter. They weren't his superiors. Actually in his eyes they weren't nearly his level. If they were they wouldn't need to call him to the crime scene.
However a certain temperamental woman saw things very differently. "LAZY?!" He spun on his heel in great indignation. "I will have you know that I missed a music program I have been looking forward to for months just to assist your unit! I dragged my date with me!" He was acting out and being a perfect drama queen. "If you don't mind! I will now excuse myself and my companion to analyze these materials." He puffed out his chest and put a hand on Zane's shoulder. "He is after all an expert in the unusual and occult."
He removed a sheet of paper from his lapel pocket and shoved it into the woman's hand. "Here is my form of evidence removal. That should save your protocols....Madame." He spat the last like an insult and placed his hands firmly on his hips in anger. ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ ❍ [ All The Answers Are In My Head, Waiting To Be Unlocked]
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IQ the Undead Toxin Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 8:44 am
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Ⓑeztsveten Ⓟravosŭdie ☢...be a terrorist...Beztsveten had been running wild since these killings had started. The queen wanted answers, and she wanted them from the captain. She was running herself ragged and it was showing. She always looked tired, but now she just looked ill. She was porcelain white, her eyes were dull, and her lips dry. She was off balance and living off coffee and pastries.
So she wasn't really in the mood to come onto a scene with her second in command arguing with the wild detective. "Edgar! Rose!" She barked with a horse voice and hiss at the end of her words. Unlike her colleauges she wasn't a bender, but she didn't have to be. She was scary enough. For a five foot tall woman who looked like a teenager, she was a terrifying presence. Rose towered over her and looked more mature, but Beztsveten had that general status about her. She could freeze your heart with a single word.
"Stop terrorizing my lieutenant..." She had to stop to cough a few times and cringe. "Rose, stop arguing with this idiot. You know it will do us no good. The queen has him assigned to this case." She cleared her throat and looked the new young man up and down. She stalked up to him and glared at him. "I don't like strangers on my crime scenes." She suddenly gave a weak smile."But any friend of Edgar's is a friend of mine. Captain Beztsveten Pravosŭdie. Edgar calls me Bee." She had a slightly more pleasant tone as she extended a slightly shaky hand to him....you're a terrorist...☢
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 10:04 am
Charlston C. Keshire Charelston was his own man. Running the business that no one else wanted to. He loved the dark calm and the sweet smells. The fun of tearing something open in a methodical way and stitching it back up. He could have been a surgeon...but where was the fun in a respectable job like that. He was hardly a respectable man. Just a freak that people didn't have to deal with until their falling day. He had waited for her to wake up. When she did he gave her that glimmering smile he was so well known for. His painted face illuminated hauntingly in the flickering fire light. He pet her long hair fondly and leaned closer to her ear. "Good morning Allison." He whispered calmly to the worn out woman. She was so frail. Just like on of his beautiful corpses. She was possibly the only living person he didn't hate even a little. "Are you ready for your treatment?" He asked politely. Though she didn't really have a choice. He helped her out of the coffin she had been resting in. Taking her to the back so she could change into an appropriate outfit for their outing.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 1:48 pm
Zenith Alexander Nartilius Emanuel de Castillo the FourthIf they say that I'm a God, that's what I am
What's more if we don't comply
With the locals wishes
I can see us being sacrificed, or stuffed
(You have a point there, very good thinking)
Zane watched Edgar with an enthusiasm restrained only by his efforts to keep his pockets closed. He didn't need the little ones running around disturbing the detectives process of thoughts. Though he found the control to be a good observation. It seemed universal through magic and bending. Edgar seemed drowned in his world; until Zane was suddenly grabbed by his shoulders. Startled; he just barely caught the shout of realization about the poor deceased woman. He was then spun almost violently towards the door as Edgar ran off. In his dizziness he finally came to the conclusion...He had no idea what he had gotten himself into. Finally following after the fast moving man; he came into the conversation between the woman in red and the flustered Edgar just in time to hear himself being referred to as his "date". Suddenly in a voice that echoed seven tones he tried to protest. "Date?" and one continued. "Like anyone would want to date him." Zane muffled the sound of his companion and continued to try and defend himself. "I'm not.." But was rudely covered by the louder two. When he heard the commanding voice of another woman he startled into a salute. Flashing back to his instructors at the academy and recognizing the tone as one to be obeyed. The shorter woman, though sickly looking; was rather intimidating. Even compared to the woman named Rose and Edgar. Though the man was more of an annoyance than intimidating. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise and sweat build on his forehead when she accused him of being a stranger on her crime scene. Slight relief flooded over him when she smiled. "Well thank you. I'm terribly sorry for infiltrating your crime scene. I'm afraid I was....manhandled." He gave a pointed glare to Edgar with the last word. Looking back at the commanding woman he offered his own polite smile. "May I also call you Bee?" Her name wasn't nearly as complicated as some of the spells he knew, but he found the nickname more pleasant. It's tough to be a god
But if you get the people's nod
Count your blessings, keep them sweet
That's our advise (It's great advise!)
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