<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9ce98617e7caea3944f7056e038c845a/tumblr_od84mliuPi1vdaxzpo7_250.gifv)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Kaspian Herondale (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356305#msg16356305)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As picture<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Vancouver Institute -> Container Ship<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early morning<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Investigating the Song of Demeter<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Melody Fairchild-Harrow, Kaleigh "Leigh" Keo, Michael Brightstar<br/><br/><hr/>Kaspian kept an ear on the radio while he and Kaleigh delt with the captain. They had a duty to each other’s safety and he took such things as sacrosanct—once you lost trust with someone, it was difficult to regain it. Hearing Michael’s order and subconsciously nodded to knowing the speed rune. He had been in way too many fights and played way too many video games to not realize how important speed was.<br/><br/>There was a sadness to how easy it was to carry the captain’s corpse. A man his height and his station should not be malnourished. It spoke of an awful deprivation before the burning and the dying. The autopsy team would probably have some cold, concise words to fill on a form. And that would be where this man’s story would end. He put that out of his mind for right now and set himself the task of looking through the crew’s quarters.<br/><br/>He had a few friends with boats, worked a couple of cases for rich people with yachts, it wasn’t a surprise that the crew’s living quarters were somewhat spartan. His mind assembled lists of what the crew had. Nothing spectacular, unsurprising porn from being alone for weeks at a stretch and no crazy dark relics to some demon lord. Which was good in his mind.<br/><br/>The captain’s quarters were a bit different for him beyond the extra roominess. He had spoken to the man and felt the life go out of him; it was more difficult to be detached. The mint smell made him wonder if the captain was into herbal teas. Of course, from the blood symbol on the wall, the leaves could have more diabolical uses. Taking a picture of the wall and the knife, before wrapping the knife and pocketing it along with the leftover leaves. He had studied the occult for years before becoming a Shadowhunter. Now it was a matter of figuring out how much was bullshit that authors made up and how much was real. Of course, there were situations like this where he had no clues at all what was going on.<br/><br/>He heard Kaleigh come in behind him and watches as she tossed the nudey magazine his way. Normally his reaction would be to catch it but her words forestalled any such reflex from being carried out. It of course landed with the centerfold on full display. Nudity and the human body were never taboo to him. It was just skin. “I do like my ladies curvy.” he admits. “…but I’ll leave other people’s juices alone.” What? Call him a prude for not wanting to touch another man’s fluids.<br/><br/>Kaleigh messing with him like that didn’t bother him in the slightest, you don’t mess with someone unless you want to engage with them. This could be a fun friendship. A number of the Shadowhunters were all business and rather religious. Such pranks would be beyond them. This made him smile. "Did you feel that there were perhaps hidden occult recipes within those pages that you had leaf through them?" he teased her.<br/><br/>“So, do you recognize the depiction on the wall?” he asked. Sure they had seen it carved in someone’s forehead but with the smell of mint it may bring up memory triggers. It occurred to him he should let Michael and Melody in on it too. Sending the pictures of the knife, leaves, mortar and pestle as well as the blood drawing. “This was what I found in the captain’s room. Anyone recognize what he may have been trying to do here?” he says over comms.