<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XJroK22.jpg)</div><strong>Barir bin Yasha</strong>- Appearance 3, Black stain of Diablerie in his aura for those with who succeed on Auspex II roll<br/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200315.msg10076733#msg10076733">Quote from: Calrond on 04-06-2014, 08:44:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sheriff Sofia Reyes nods at Barir. <strong>"Sabbat sounds likely, but then why would there only be one victim? There were three young women there, but the Sabbat only chose one?"</strong> The two of them walk into the City Morgue and are stopped briefly by the night shift clerk, an old woman in a heavy sweater.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Yes..." Barir mused. "It does not appear to be a classic Sabbat killing, especially if the woman was of no real significance. Usually they prefer to take people alive and torture them before killing, or simply kill everyone in the vicinity. They might not entirely live beneath the mantle of the Masquerade, but I think even they realize that if the Kine as a whole discovered our existance, that thinks would not be easy on them either. Even they are not usually this..." he paused, disliking the ideaof complimenting the Sabbat, but being forced to in this case, "careless. That said," he paused and held the door open for her without a thought as she entered before him, "I still would not discount some other supernatural cause. Those claw marks didn't look like ones a Gangrel would make, while a Tzimisce would have taken them all back to vicissitate into some terrible monstrosity," he mused, following her down the corridor where the artificial lights flickered and hummed with headache-inducing steadiness.<br/><br/>When they reached the night shift clerk, Barir remained silent while the Sheriff interacted with her. She was mortal, little to undead, ever-living creatures such as themselves, and should be beneath notice. Yet there was a part of Barir that wondered what he life was like, if she had any kids, family, and so on. But he reminded himself again what his place was in this world, and how it would do no good to take an interest in a mortal's affairs. He nodded at the Sheriff's words as she told him of her relationship with the coroner, and he barely suppressed a shiver as the thought of blood passing willingly from one of the Kindred to one of the Kine... or to anyone, for that matter. He wondered what it would be like to be bound to someone in that manner, to not have to worry about anything with the certainty that someone out there truly cared for you and loved you, even if it was an artificial feeling.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200315.msg10076733#msg10076733">Quote from: Calrond on 04-06-2014, 08:44:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sheriff Reyes looks to Barir. <strong>"What do you think of this thus far?"</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Hard to say. We need more information," Barir replied, picking up a pen from the nearby desk, and using it to point at the wounds on the woman's neck. "These bites--you mention a few human-like bite marks. Are there any other types? And the blood... Was it necessarily taken by a kindred, or could it have all been ... I don't know, moved away somehow? Are there other creatures that can drink blood? Perhaps... something to make it look like it was an attack by the kindred in order to arouse suspicions? Framing us, as it were?" he glanced at the Sheriff, his thoughts spilling freely. "Was just the blood taken, or was any flesh missing as well from the victim beyond the obvious bite wounds?" he asked, trying to think of any other possibilities that came to mind. "A big cat... I spoke with Art and he mentioned werewolves. Perhaps there are were... cats? Lions? Tigers? I am not familiar with the area, but might that be a possibility? Regardless my instincts tell me that it was not one of the kindred--though I may be wrong. I suggest we return to the Park and I show you the location I found, the one that felt... off," he says uncomfortably, hoping she would confirm his feelings rather than feeling nothing.