Siana Banes (honestumgladius) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-06-20 12:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !group thread, !playerplot: a building of rooks, !thread, alecta escalidor, altair laurent, arielle chiaro, jareth monaco, peony min, siana banes |
Who: Siana Banes, Jareth Monaco, Peony Min, Altair Laurent, Ari Chiaro, and Alecta Escalidor
What: Murder in the Red Light District (or Siana and Jareth's Very Worst First Day Ever)
Where: EKP Offices --> Red Light District; Sackheim Inn; and then back to the EKP Offices
When: At various points throughout the day
Rating: R (murder descriptions, potty mouths, prostitutes, etc.)
Status: Complete!
[ooc: This is going to be a 3-in-1 thread. Thread #1 is Siana and Jareth and Peony, Thread #2 is Altair, Alecta, & Ari (and then eventually Siana and Jareth), and Thread #3 is ~spoiler alert~
Also, this is the beginnings of the player plot we advertised earlier.]
Siana had a headache.
The attack of the undead had happened much faster than she had anticipated, and she felt like a right fool for having not approached the councilors with the warnings beforehand regardless of the lack of any concrete evidence. The suspicion was enough, and she had always known that the suspicion was enough, and if she had just given Councilor Cassul and Councilor Liu even just that she and Peony feared it, perhaps the damage and casualties would not have been as bad. But she had informed the councilors now that she had a link between the murders and the vandalism at the Necrohol, and, incidentally, Friday night's attack.
Perhaps, though, she had been too late to stop the Undead from rising, but the culprits were out there and she had no reason to suspect that they would not strike again. That was not the last of it, she knew it in her gut, and with the culprit still out there, she needed nothing to justify her continued pursuit. But she was, admittedly, exhausted, and staring at the strange symbols and all the facts put together was not helping her any.
She couldn't do this alone, that much she knew. Not that, of course, she would have ever expected Prichard to have been any help on this case, but sometimes just another set of eyes meant the difference between no more victims or the criminal getting away with his crimes, no matter how perfectly idiotic those eyes were.
Siana sighed and buried her face further into the paperwork before her. It was perhaps time to petition for a new partner.