Radek Jeppersen (radek_janovsky) wrote in birthrightrpg, @ 2020-09-09 11:03:00 |
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Hunt for the handle
Who: Radek
What: Planning, plotting, and stuff
When: Day after removing blade from Derek
Where: Home
Ratings G
Radek had risen early, the workings of his mind having already rummaged through the many archives of his memory, searching for something that resembled the weapon that now lay, cleaned and wrapped, in the secure cabinet in his surgery. As he'd cleaned it he'd decided there was something beyond the usual about it and he wasn't prepared to bring it into the house.
Instead he had taken photos of it, and was now scrolling through images of blades online. There was some information about the recent find in Spain of some crystal daggers, and he'd seen arrowheads on digs in which he'd actively participated over the centuries, but nothing he found resembled this.
It was a long crystal blade with two unique traits, apart from the material, that fascinated, and terrified Radek. It had a hollowed centre which in this instance had been filled with a liquid Radek was fairly convinced wasn't meant to do anything but harm. And its edges displayed such craftsmanship Radek had to admire the amazing skill it would have taken to create it. But all along the curved edges were barbs, carved into the crystal, that, once the blade was embedded in flesh, would cause untold damage if just pulled out. Similar to the barbs on arrowheads, and killing spears.
It was definitely a unique weapon, and Radek's personal interest in daggers left him wanting to find out more about it. He believed the next step was to try and recover the handle so he looked up the address Derek had told him. As suggested, the police had raided the apartment and Radek sat staring at the screen unseeingly, his finger tapping against his chin, trying to think what excuse he could use to gain access to the handle. Revealing to the police that he had the blade would lead to many uncomfortable questions as to how he came to have the blade, who the patient was, and why he'd left the scene, none of which Radek was wanting to answer. He wandered out to the kitchen to make himself some coffee, and wondered who he could contact.