IC: A Light Extinguished (Scion 2E)
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				Title: <strong>IC: A Light Extinguished (Scion 2E)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>06-09-2020, 08:13:50</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The day of the killing, the sun rises to noon and stays there, baleful and red over a startled city. Unexpected torrential rain breaks out in small areas, falling from a cloudless sky, stopping as suddenly as it began.<br>These are not simply signs of a World unhinged at the loss of a powerful, beloved Scion — these are omens, the tremors of Titanic influence.<br>Mortal law enforcement is already investigating the murder, but they need divine assistance: Whoever the killer is, they have the backing of someone — or something — supernatural. The Gods send Scions (the player characters) to their aid, in the interest of justice and their own personal motives.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Most of the city has heard of Bai Amari, a well-respected, beloved demigod of Ra known by her legendary title The Luminary who has done much for the community.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Hassan al-Hakim</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hassan al-Hakim thinks he’s listening to one of those toothless anti-smoking radio ads at the tail-end of a hellish graveyard shift in the solitude of his cab when a rough, matronly voice addresses him by name and asks if he’s heard from his father recently. Hel asks Hassan for a favor — as this is coming from a God, it’s more of an order, but Hel has a way of making it sound like a collaboration. Something is disturbing the cycle of the souls, something that carries the stink of undeath. She wants him to look into it, and see if it has anything to do with what killed Bai Amari.<br></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Sigrún Askrdottir</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sigrún Askrdottir hears the sad tale of the Luminary’s murder in passing from the kind-hearted folk of Vanaheim.&nbsp; Of particular interest to them is the involvement of one of the Kami — the Vanir have been exploring friendly relations with the Eastern pantheon based on their shared appreciation of nature — but if a Scion of their queen could be caught up in something so terrible, perhaps talks of alliance should be tabled. Sigrún wonders how it is that she only now has heard this terrible news and can only conclude that her monstrous father must have taken strides to hide it from her. Believing Loki wants her far from this case only galvanizes her to act.<br></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rashmi Battacharya</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rashmi Battacharya, beloved Javelin of Agni, receives her orders through the flame of her diya. Her wisdom and subtlety are required in this matter — the Devá know the death of Bai Amari must be part of a Titanic maneuver. She is trusted to comport herself with dignity and tact in the matter of proving the Teōtl Scion’s innocence, as well as probing the connection between the Tuatha’s Titan-bred Scion and whichever Titan is involved. As, clearly, there must be such a connection.<br></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rhiannon Jernigan</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rhiannon Jernigan doesn’t notice the murder of crows following her, not until an exhausted minimum-wage barista points out the black wings shrouding their windows.&nbsp; Only one of them is a Crow of the Morrigan — the rest are along for the ride. It croaks to Rhiannon of the murder of the Luminary, the blame unfairly heaped on a Scion of Lugh, and a short reminder of Lugh’s service to her mother Brigid ages back when Brigid’s husband Bres turned traitor.&nbsp; The Devá are likely to be involved soon, and if Rhiannon doesn’t show solidarity they could strike Lugh’s son with trumped-up Titan-related charges.<br></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Emanuel Montero</div><div class="spoiler_body">Emanuel Montero has followed the Luminary’s career closely. Indeed, they likely exchanged communications, shook hands at fundraisers, or collaborated on the same charity projects. Her sudden, shocking murder is already enough to lay him low,but then his priest-consultant approaches with more bad news: A son of Huītzilōpōchtli, technically his nephew, is one of the high-level suspects in Bai Amari’s murder. The Teōtl expect Emanuel’s involvement, either as defender of this Scion’s innocence, or deliverer of his punishment.<br></div></div><br><hr><br>Even as the group comes up onto the site of Bai Amari's stately household, Fate conspires in its own way to demonstrate its allegiance, with the randomness of traffic working out that each of the Scions just in time for one after the other after the other to drive up to the parking lot.&nbsp; The place is an obvious crime scene, with yellow police tape denoting the area as barred to everyone but law enforcement.&nbsp; Of course, even basic time spent with law enforcement as a Scion would give the experience that most of the police will welcome assistance when anything powerful enough to kill a demigod comes into play.<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/AndreWilson.JPG)</div>The dark-skinned man in a suit was easily enough to recognize as the one in charge, giving a few commands to the men and women in blue.&nbsp; Based on the way everyone comes in, he can't help but give a little smile in appreciation for what he expects to be incoming assistance, but professional training allows him to keep his guard up just in case another problem might be on its way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: A Light Extinguished (Scion 2E)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>08-09-2020, 01:40:50</strong>
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				Hassan shudders a bit after Hel's message finishes and clicks off the radio. He appreciates his older and more powerful sister, but she still creeps him out sometimes. There'll be no time for Khane tonight it seems, he'll just have to say dua to himself. Hazar Imam will understand. He weaves and bobs through the traffic, but it is too easy; Hassna already expects that Fate is at work. That could be a good thing or a bad thing depending how it all goes down, but with the sun hanging like a red eye in the sky, he's not optimistic. <br><br>He nods at the other Scions as he gets out the cab, pleased to see Emanuel and slightly surprised to see Sigurn. He idly wondered how many more of siblings he would meet before this mystery was solved as he introduced himself to the authorities. <br><br>"Hassan al-Hakim, the Doctor Without Boarders. We heard of the Luminary's passing officer, and well..." he trails off while jerking his thumb toward the sky. "Is there any way we can be of assistance to your investigation?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: A Light Extinguished (Scion 2E)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>09-09-2020, 21:51:31</strong>
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				&nbsp;A uniform officer&nbsp; picked Rashmi up from the airport took her to a hotel to drop off her luggage. She still had her rifle in the officer's trunk. Finally a patrol care arrived at scene and she got out and&nbsp; gave her thanks to the officer as the officer waited till she was finished with the detective to claim her&nbsp; belonging from&nbsp; the trunk of the cruiser.&nbsp; She wore&nbsp; dark blue jeans a white blouse and black jacket with only one button to hold it closed and wore simple black flats.&nbsp; " Good Evening Detective and everyone else, Rashmi Bhattacharya at your service and thank you for providing an officer to&nbsp; pick me up at the airport and&nbsp; to bring me to the scene. How may I be off assistance on this case?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: A Light Extinguished (Scion 2E)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>10-09-2020, 17:41:22</strong>
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				Rhiannon listened quietly to the message that the Crow had brought her, sipping on the thick, dark and oh so sweet brew in the cup she held. When the Crow was done she gave it a solemn nod. "I'll see to it," she said simply, masking her thoughts with another sip of coffee, waiting til the birds disappeared, their job done.<br><br>"What do I know about investigations?" she murmured, pulling her phone out and calling up the news reports. "Give me a problem I know ... a fire, an injury, something to fight, and I'll be all over it. But this?" She shook her head and grimaced, before pushing the doubts away. Whatever came her way, she'd face it as she always did, with wit and will.<br><br>Not too long after, her car pulled to a halt just short of the police lines. She got out, running a hand through her hair to brush it away from her face as she locked it up. It would take a a very brave ... or stupid ... thief to try and steal it with so many cops around, but no sense taking chances.<br><br>She walked up to the police lines, and nodded to the group that seemed to be assembling. "Rhiannon Jernigan," she stated by way of introduction, "daughter of Brigid. I'm here to offer what help I can in finding out just what happened here."
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>13-09-2020, 14:23:18</strong>
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				As soon as his priest-consultant is out the door, Emanuel shakes off the lethargy that had followed the news of Bai Amari's murder. While he would not have presumed to call himself her friend, he had known her well enough to grieve. The sorrow isn't gone, but Emanuel no longer has the luxury to dwell on it. <br><br>Someone who he'd respected greatly has gone, and he will miss her. The fading of the Luminary's light will be felt by the entire city, but the murder of a Scion reaches beyond his personal sphere, beyond the city's borders and the mortal realm. The Teōtl expect him to act, and Emanuel would not have it any other way. Bai Amari's tragic death has all the potential of becoming an arena for the other gods to strike at the Teōtl's prestige and honor. There will be time to mourn later; he has a crisis to avert, and a murderer to bring down.<br><br>Emanuel informs his chauffeur that he will take the Phantom today, and heads to his extensive wardrobe, changing into a tailor-made, dark blue suit that whispers of wealth and power. When he descends the steps of his mansion, the Rolls Royce is waiting for him, bodyguards flanking the car on both sides. He is silent while they drive, mentally preparing himself for the trial ahead. <br><br>His arrival coincides with the other scions' arrival, and, watching through the darkened windows, Emanuel is pleased to recognize most of them. <em>Careful</em>, he reminds himself. <em>Friendship and duty are not good bedfellows.</em> <br><br>The Rolls Royce proceeds past the parked cars and stops. Bodyguards spill out, one of them opens the door for Emanuel while two others take their positions slightly away from the Rolls. Sunlight beams down on the young Scion, and although all around them, the pavement betrays the evidence of a recent downpour, there is a circle of dry ground around Emanuel. Whisps of steam rise from the ground in his wake, fading gradually as he nears the group, bodyguards not far behind. <br><br>He has a solemn smile for Hassan, who he addresses first. "It is good to see you," he says. "I wish it had been under better circumstances." <br><br>"<acronym title="You may return home; I will take a taxi">Podéis iros a casa; tomaré un taxi,</acronym>" he then informs his bodyguards, still looking at Hassan. Emanuel expects that they may want to talk later, and his friend's taxi is as good a place as any. "<acronym title=" I am among friends">Estoy entre amigos</acronym>," he adds, knowing his bodyguards' concern for his safety goes far beyond the devotion money can buy. <br><br>His guards obey, and as they retreat, Emanuel's gaze falls on Rashmi and Rhiannon, respectively, and, genuinely pleased to see them, he offers each a friendly nod. The last Scion is someone he has not met before, but his gaze is polite as it passes over her to rest on the officer. <br><br>"Emanuel Montero," he introduces himself, more out of courtesy than out of need to make himself known. Between his charity work, his 'fame' as his father's son (courtesy of the paparazzi), and the likeliness of his name appearing in the victim's list of contacts, Emanuel suspects that this very capable-looking officer already knows precisely who he is. "I am here to offer my assistance as well," he says. "How may we be of service? Is there anything you can tell us of your findings thus far?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Bad roll, had fun writing it anyway!<br><br>Roll Result: Imogen rolled: 10d10<br>Comment: Scion Entrance Emanuel<br>Result: 5, 5, 1, 2, 7, 4, 9, 1, 4, 6,<br>Total: 44</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: A Light Extinguished (Scion 2E)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>14-09-2020, 00:03:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b2/AlanaJohnson.JPG)</div>As the introductions start in, the police relax, giving a nod and gestured permission to stand down by the man.&nbsp; That final entrance, however, was enough to get the attention of another woman from up on the balcony, obviously also law enforcement and wearing latex gloves.<br><br>"A pleasure to meet you all," says the man with a polite nod of his head.&nbsp; "I'm Representative Andre Wilson, and this is Detective Alana Johnson of the Supernatural Crimes Unit."&nbsp; He gestured up to her as he led the way forward.&nbsp; "All the usual steps have been taken, like making sure that ordinary people didn't tarnish the crime scene.&nbsp; You may have heard the story last year where a Scion of Aphrodite went missing and someone stole her entire wardrobe, but that's not going to happen here."&nbsp; He likewise made sure that any of the Scions who desired gloves could receive them, though he wore none himself, preferring not to touch anything.<br><br>Once they were led to the correct room upstairs, what immediately stood out was how the French doors leading out to the balcony were broken, with one torn clean off its hinges.&nbsp; An expanse of wallpaper is faded.&nbsp; Furniture is overturned and broken.&nbsp; Blood is splattered across the hardwood floor.&nbsp; Learning more would require closer inspection.<br><br>"Thank you for coming," Alana said, and gestured about but watched to ensure nothing would be spoiled.&nbsp; Despite the appreciation for the presence of Scions, this was an active crime scene, and she intended to keep it as preserved as possible.&nbsp; However, she was willing to wait, letting them ask questions as they had them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: A Light Extinguished (Scion 2E)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>15-09-2020, 00:43:41</strong>
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				Rhiannon accepted a pair of gloves with a nod of thanks. This really wasn't her area of expertise, but she knew enough to not contaminate it any more than necessary. Her lips pursed in a silent whistle as she looked over the scene. <em>Well, I think we can safely say that there was a fight in here ... or else that someone wants to give that impression anyway</em> her second thoughts added.<br><br>She stepped carefully into the centre of the room, or as close as she could get to it without stepping on anything that might be a clue and turned slowly in place, taking in every detail she could and attempting to recreate a plausable chain of events from the wreck of the room.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Resolve + Close Combat, 7 dice - TN8, 2 successes<br>https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=149089<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: A Light Extinguished (Scion 2E)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>15-09-2020, 06:17:42</strong>
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				&nbsp;Sigmund had arrived quietly and without fanfare, she wasn't a fan of traveling to Midgard, too much cement and steel. The smell of the forest was all but forgotten amongst it, a few trees here and there to give a false sense. Still, her father tried to keep her out of this. Which, of course, meant she would get involved just to spite him.<br><br>&nbsp;Sigrund didn't make her presence known,, not immediately at least. Flashy entrances were for others to make, a hunter was patient and waited. She shook her head when the box of gloves was offered, crime scenes weren't her specialty and its be better to let others handle that. Still, every attacker had to have a way in and out, maybe she could spot something amiss just from a distance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: A Light Extinguished (Scion 2E)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>15-09-2020, 19:23:13</strong>
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				Emanuel joined the representative when they made their way inside, nodding at the appropriate moments, even allowing a ironic smile at the reminder of the wardrobe scandal. "I remember the media being all over that," he commented with the empathy of a man who knew what it felt like to have the vultures of the media pounce on a mistake, and see one's actions mocked by the public as a result. Not that it had happened to him, but Emanuel had had a lifetime of training to prevent such mishaps. "We will put our best foot forward as well." <br><br>Accepting a pair of latex gloves and putting them on, Emanuel turned to Alana when she spoke, dark eyes lighting up at the friendly welcome. "Thank you for having us," he replied, with a glance over the room before his gaze returned to her. "Detective, do you know if there was a household staff?" he asked. "People who might have been present at the time of murder? Servants? Friends?" He thought for a moment, then added another question before falling silent to hear her answer. "Do we have access to her schedule?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">dice roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">3 successes<br><br>Roll Result: Imogen rolled: 9d10<br>First Target Number: 8<br>Comment: scion - questions for Alana<br>Result: 7, 6, 10, 6, 10, 1, 2, 6, 10,<br>For: 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0,<br>Total: 3<br></div></div><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: A Light Extinguished (Scion 2E)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>16-09-2020, 07:00:43</strong>
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				The gloves glide on to Hassan's hands so quickly and easily that he may as well have slide into his own skin. Scrubbing in was always comforting, even in the most tragic circumstances. It reminded him of all the good he could do in this world. And of simpler times, when he was just another doctor, working to help people and save lives. For now, the World needed some healing. <br><br>"Have there been any omens or signs of magical interference," he asks, "barring the ones in the sky the entire city can see? They might give us a lead towards a suspect or other clues." <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cunning + Occult to detect any supernatural omens or evidence. <br>At 2020-09-15 23:58:31, FallenDabus (uid: 47998) rolls: 6d10 tn1: 8 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=149106)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: A Light Extinguished (Scion 2E)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>16-09-2020, 20:16:00</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rhiannon</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rhiannon notices that one of the blood splatters is not blood at all, but pine resin.&nbsp; Furthermore, there are fine linen fibers detectable on every surface, stained dark.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Sigrun</div><div class="spoiler_body">One thing Sigrun notices immediately and easily is that the identical French doors leading <em>in</em> to the study are intact, with the key still in their lock.&nbsp; Whoever it was, the Luminary let them in.<br><br>Further, there are flakes of ancient flesh around the broken French door.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">If Sigrun decides to touch them</div><div class="spoiler_body">They feel leathery.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">If Sigrun decides to taste them</div><div class="spoiler_body">They taste disgustingly salty.</div></div></div></div></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Hassan</div><div class="spoiler_body">The mention and thoughts of the sun bring Hassan's attention back to the faded expanse of wallpaper. <br>&nbsp;While that part of the wallpaper faded as a result of overexposure to sunlight, the rest of the house is pristine.&nbsp; This bleaching must have happened in a matter of moments.</div></div><br>"As far as staff, just a maid, scheduled for two days ago, and she's already been cleared," Alana said to Emanuel.&nbsp; She told Hassan, "I'm afraid I don't know as much about supernatural portents."<br><br>"I was stopping over just six hours ago," Andre explained to the Scions, "found her like this, and called the authorities."&nbsp; It was rather obvious that he was mortal, and lacked the capacity to kill a Demigod.<br><br>"What we figure," Alana looked back to the Scions, "is that it's another member of her Band, some of the only people we know who can bring such ability to bear.&nbsp; Fate training at the Supernatural Crimes Unit has demonstrated that Fate loves a mystery, and it was most likely someone she knows, giving a set of suspects."&nbsp; Her training was coming forth to bear: while she wasn't completely certain of the assertion, she believed it the most likely result.&nbsp; "Those Band members are Francisco Garcia Melendez, Hikaru Yamazako, Jennifer Walker, and Keiran O’Connor."<br><br>"It's not Francisco," Andre insisted for what sounded like the twenty-ninth time to Alana.&nbsp; "I know him," he smiled a little too forcefully, "inside and out."&nbsp; A heavy mix of love and lust held in the words.<br><br>Rather than get swept up into another argument, Alana trusted the Scions to handle the investigations for themselves.&nbsp; "Hikaru was on a plane coming back from Japan at the time, and anyone and everyone would tell you that it <em>can't</em> be her.&nbsp; The two were inseparable, <em>never</em> fought."&nbsp; Alana seems rather terse on that particular subject.<br><br>"With Jennifer," Andre continued, "she's new, so we don't know a great deal about her."<br><br>"Jennifer definitely spent a lot of time with Bai, but Bai never said much about her," Alana agreed.&nbsp; "Which leaves Kieran."<br><br>Andre's smile faded.&nbsp; "Keiran and Bai fought constantly; he outright despised her willingness to compromise."&nbsp; Andre gently shook his head.&nbsp; "More than possible he got fed up with her enough to kill her."<br><br>Alana didn't disagree, but had little more to add.&nbsp; "He's definitely worth investigating as well.&nbsp; We have addresses and phone numbers for each of them," and she used her radio to send out a command to have a list put together for the Scions.&nbsp; She added to Hassan, "Maybe the other Scions will know more of the omens."<br><br>Andre asked, "Will you need a place to assemble and discuss amongst yourselves, a sort of home base to make sure you're all on the same page and discuss the investigation?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: A Light Extinguished (Scion 2E)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>19-09-2020, 22:25:00</strong>
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				"Francisco is fortunate to have such a defender," Emanuel said pleasantly. He had not choked on his first lie, and his dark voice was as warm and smooth as polished obsidian. "Unfortunately, we cannot rule out anyone based on our personal experiences alone," he explained. "We must get to the bottom of this. The murderer shall face justice, and the innocent shall see their names cleared. Nothing less will suffice." Like Andre, he hoped to find Francisco among the innocent, but he did not have the luxury of certainty, unlike the representative. For their mission to become a success, he needed to keep an open mind.<br><br>The more he learned of the suspects, the more questions arose. Hikaru's alibi seemed solid, but Emanuel wondered what had been so crucial that the 'inseparable' Hikaru had left the Luminary's side to travel to Japan? Had someone wanted her out of the way? Or was her absence just a coincidence? It was possible. Even when the hands of Fate were at work, coincidences happened. No, there seemed no reason to suspect this scion. And yet...<br><br>Emanuel would be the first to admit that he was no expert on relationships, but what little experience he had, had involved a healthy amount of arguing among friends. No, this particular relationship sounded too good to be true. <br><br>There was precious little information about Jennifer, which aroused his curiosity. Kieran sounded like he would be worth a visit as well, and privately, Emanuel found himself looking forward to meeting him. If Kieran had locked horns with the Luminary regularly, he had to be someone with strong convictions. Those convictions had caused arguments, but had they led to murder as well? <br><br>"Thank you," he said to Alana when she arranged for a list of data."That will be useful." Already he suspected that some housecalls were in order. It was just a question of who would visit who. If it were up to him, they'd work in two groups, each group taking on two of the suspects, one at a time, for a preliminary investigation. "We may cover more ground if we split up," he offered, addressing the other scions. "One group of two, and one of three. Unless someone has a better plan?" Before he could worry about communications, Andre's suggestion solved that issue before it became a problem.<br><br>"That is an excellent idea," Emanuel said gratefully when Andre suggested a base of operations. "I should have thought of it myself." He smiled. "I take it you have a location in mind?" Although Emanuel was willing to give Andre the benefit of the doubt, the earlier passionate defense made it likely that Andre would share his lover's Fate - whatever the outcome would be. Still, rejecting the offer would send too strong a message at this stage. He was not yet ready to distrust Andre. First, he wanted to hear what his nephew had to say.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: A Light Extinguished (Scion 2E)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>22-09-2020, 00:29:19</strong>
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				"I'm not sure spliting up is the best idea right now," Rhiannon replied, kneeling down to examine the debris on the floor more closely. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at Emanuel. "No offense meant, but I don't think we really know what we're all capable of, and this is ... well ... this is too important to let a vital clue get past us because the wrong person was in the wrong place at the right time." She twisted slightly, looking at each of the others before continuing. "We're all here for the same reason after all, because we ... and our parents ... want to find out what happened here."<br><br>She gestured at the debris in front of her. "Take this room." She stood up and gestured the detective forwards, gesturing at one of the sticky patches she'd knealt beside. "I'm fairly sure that this isn't blood. I think it's pine resin, but I don't know how it got here. There's also a lot of cloth fibres all over. I think linen. They're pretty dark. They look out of place enough that I'd guess they're significant somehow, but I don't know how yet." She wiped her hands a little on the sides of her trousers, turning to look at the others. "We stand the best chance of finding out the truth of what happened here if we pool our resources. Has anyone spotted anything else that could be a clue to just what happened here? Does anyone know if any of Luminarys band had an affinity with nature?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: A Light Extinguished (Scion 2E)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>22-09-2020, 01:50:55</strong>
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				Rashmi took a pair of gloves and slipped them on and quietly listened as others began&nbsp; their investigation and talk with the various people at the crime scene.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: A Light Extinguished (Scion 2E)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakkon</strong> on <strong>24-09-2020, 05:07:17</strong>
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				Hassan gentle touches the bleached wallpaper, watching it as a cracks and crumbles as though with age. <br><br>"Mullah...!" the others hear him faintly curse to himself. <br><br>"Well, we don't know exactly who or what did this," he says, turning back toward the band, "but there are somethings that can't be coincidence. The sun hangs over our heads as though the Gods are inspecting it like a jewel. Look at the wallpaper here, it has bleached as though it sat in the sun for years, yet the rest of the room is pristine. I am as certain as Balder is fair: the one we seek is tied to the sun or to light. It is not much of a lead, but it is better than nothing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: A Light Extinguished (Scion 2E)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>24-09-2020, 05:55:13</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rashmi</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rashmi was able to confirm that everyone else had found everything.<br></div></div><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324905.msg15599340#msg15599340">Quote from: Imogen on 19-09-2020, 22:25:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"That is an excellent idea," Emanuel said gratefully when Andre suggested a base of operations. "I should have thought of it myself." He smiled. "I take it you have a location in mind?" Although Emanuel was willing to give Andre the benefit of the doubt, the earlier passionate defense made it likely that Andre would share his lover's Fate - whatever the outcome would be. Still, rejecting the offer would send too strong a message at this stage. He was not yet ready to distrust Andre. First, he wanted to hear what his nephew had to say.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Andre explained to Emanuel about the particular location, "The Luminary had an exquisite dining area where she would hold meetings."&nbsp; In fact, Emanuel had been there once before, and knew the way.&nbsp; "It may not provide much in the way of privacy, while the police remain here, but I doubt she would mind it being used, and the crime occurred all the way on the other side of this house.<br><br>"We'll be closing things off in this area while the lab runs analysis," Alana chimed in, "but you're free to use the dining room.&nbsp; It also wouldn't be hard to rent motel rooms or the like if you need more privacy or don't want to drive back."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324905.msg15601697#msg15601697">Quote from: HairyHeretic on 22-09-2020, 00:29:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She gestured at the debris in front of her. "Take this room." She stood up and gestured the detective forwards, gesturing at one of the sticky patches she'd knealt beside. "I'm fairly sure that this isn't blood. I think it's pine resin, but I don't know how it got here. There's also a lot of cloth fibres all over. I think linen. They're pretty dark. They look out of place enough that I'd guess they're significant somehow, but I don't know how yet." She wiped her hands a little on the sides of her trousers, turning to look at the others. "We stand the best chance of finding out the truth of what happened here if we pool our resources. Has anyone spotted anything else that could be a clue to just what happened here? Does anyone know if any of Luminarys band had an affinity with nature?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Andre considered for a bit.&nbsp; "My understanding is that they all have some affinity with the sun," he said.&nbsp; "Huitzilopochtli,&nbsp; &nbsp;Ra, Apollo, that kind of theme.&nbsp; If they had one of the Aesir, they'd likely be born of Baldr."<br><br>"Are you sure on that one?"&nbsp; Alana was far less certain.&nbsp; "I thought Keiran was Lugh."<br><br>"He might be," Andre ceded.&nbsp; "Pretty sure Lugh is a jack-of-all-trades.&nbsp; No clue if he has any particular powers associated with the sun.&nbsp; I don't think any of the Tuatha de Denaan favor it."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324905.msg15604325#msg15604325">Quote from: Dakkon on 24-09-2020, 05:07:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well, we don't know exactly who or what did this," he says, turning back toward the band, "but there are somethings that can't be coincidence. The sun hangs over our heads as though the Gods are inspecting it like a jewel. Look at the wallpaper here, it has bleached as though it sat in the sun for years, yet the rest of the room is pristine. I am as certain as Balder is fair: the one we seek is tied to the sun or to light. It is not much of a lead, but it is better than nothing."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Alana spoke up, "I've had enough experience with Fate to recognize something just <em>too</em> coincidental, when a conversation just <em>happens</em> to go the right way to prove a point.&nbsp; It's definitely one of the other four."<br><br>"Other three," Andre corrected with fading patience.&nbsp; "It's not Francisco."<br><br>As one of the other police officers came in, she was careful not to step inside, handing off printed copies of sheets to Alana, who gave one to each of the Scions.&nbsp; "Phone numbers for myself, Andre, Francisco, Hikaru, Jennifer, and Kieran."<br><br>A house address was listed for Hikaru as well, easily accessed for those who checked the internet as a small house in a quiet nearby district.&nbsp; That Bai and Hikaru were the two who made their home addresses readily available to the police spoke well of their character.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: A Light Extinguished (Scion 2E)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>01-10-2020, 21:42:39</strong>
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				"At the moment I don't think we can afford to discount anyone or anything," Rhiannon replied. "I guess we should let the forensics teams in here and see if they can turn up anything we've missed, or if they can draw anything further from what we have turned up," she continued, looking around the room at the others. <br><br>"In the meantime, we can go and speak with the other members of the band and find out what light they can shed on what happened here." She grimaced slightly as she realised what she'd said. "No pun intended," she added. <br><br>She looked around at the other Scions and gestured towards the list of addresses. "Anyone have any preference on where we start? If not, I'd suggest we just go with closest first and work our way round."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: A Light Extinguished (Scion 2E)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>04-10-2020, 19:57:38</strong>
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				"None taken," Emanuel replied easily. "You make a valid point." It meant they would show up on the suspects' doorsteps in full force; perhaps the intimidation factor would also work in their favor. <br><br>His expression sombered when Hassan pointed out yet another connection to the sun, and he nodded, mostly to himself. The evidence lead towards the Luminary's band - that was true enough - but Emanuel began to wonder about the excessive amount of sun-related leads. All the suspects had a connection to the sun or light, Andre had said. The wallpaper had bleached under the influence of light. Bai herself had been a scion of Ra, and well-loved.<br><br><em>Why had she been killed?</em><br><br>Emanuel cast his gaze towards the ceiling as if he could pierce the layers of concrete and look at the sky. <em>Please, let this just be some petty argument,</em> he thought. <em>A lover's quarrel. Something mundane.</em> He did not want to think of the alternative, of the last sun bleeding in a cloudless sky. <br><br>"I know the room," Emanuel said, rattled from his dark thoughts by Andre's remark. "I have been there before. It will do well. Thank you."<br><br>Accepting the paper containing the addresses, he read it, then turned it over and looked at the empty back with a disappointed frown. "No address for Francisco?" he asked Andre, allowing a faint surprise to slip into his voice. A shake of his head towards Rhiannon gave voice to Emanuel's lack of preference regarding the order of visits. He did want to talk with Francisco; between everyone present, and all the Scions they planned to visit, only a kinsman would fully understand his concern - but that was a talk best saved for a later time. 
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