ἡ Κρεσσιδά εὔχεται τὴν ΄Εκάτην. (magikos) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-11-20 13:05:00 |
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Cressida didn't like questions with no answers, and despite what Leon might think of her, she did care about her students, and not just the house and the school itself. But she wasn't able to be the soft voice that people wanted a lot of the time. However, Micah's suggestion did give Cressida reason to continue her own search for answers as she already knew the Leon was searching for some of his own. As soon as he'd suggested taking a blood sample that there might be hopes of an answer from what was possibly left behind, she was going to look around for what she could. Armed with a toolkit of equipment for taking samples, she went to the maintenance closet and began looking around. Sure enough, the fangling was as sloppy of an eater as the mark on Leon's neck showed. She took whatever sample she could, careful to avoid whatever traces of other items in the closet. There was only so much she could do but if she had time and if it weren't too late, this might lead to an answer. Cressida didn't like the idea of someone attacking one of her students as it was, but the fact that Leon may have been compromised kindled an anger in her that she didn't feel often. Cressida kept her cool and her head on straight. She was logical. Sure, she'd been angry with Leon and Barclay when they had gone to dangerous lengths to find the abducted students, but that was a different sort of anger. This one simmered, not quite boiling, but it was just as dangerous. When she returned to the lab, she dressed in her white lab coat and donned new gloves. She didn't have all the material she needed, but she could easily do a drug test to get a positive or negative reaction. Details as to what it was would have to be sent out to a contact or maybe a drive into Camden Wharf where she could ask to commandeer one of their labs there. If they even had a forensic lab as we. Botany was her forte, but it was merely a child of biology. It took almost a day to finally get the results, and she was starting to expect that it would come up negative. She went into the lab in the early hours of the morning to see what the answer was. It'd been some time and there was no telling as to whether or not the blood, even if it hadn't been pushed through the human circulatory system, would have any remnant at all of what happened. When the moment of truth came, she came to look at the results and her hand clenched the paper tightly. "Positive," she whispered. A negative would halt everything but now . . . now she could proceed. She could keep searching and find answers, and she would. Cressida didn't need to be a were to track things down and she didn't even need a spell this time. Science was her tool and she would waste no time. Her morning class was canceled as she drove to Camden Wharf in hopes of finding a reasonable sort of set-up there. While St. Margaret's was a institution of great esteem, it was not set up as a forensic lab might be and lacked many of the tools she needed. It might be a couple of days before she could narrow down the drug, if she could at all. It was enough to state that the blood tested positive, but she had to hope that it would be enough of the drug left for her to track down what exactly it was. "O Hecate," she whispered to the symbol of the goddess she wore as a medallion on a necklace, the metal against her lips as she pulled into town, "Guide me so that no more of your children will come to harm." Hecate was a goddess of many things and associated with various items. Dogs, witchcraft, necromancy, even the moon and the night. However, she was also a goddess worshiped to protect the home. St. Margaret's was Cressida's home and those students within it would count as needing the goddess's protection, regardless of the god or gods that they chose to worship. Deity was a funny thing and some gods were shoved under one name, others fractured in thousands more. Cressida knew of the goddess she prayed to and knew that she was not one to stand idly by. Stepping out of the car with a leather satchel that had not only her results but also whatever was left of the blood sample, Cressida made her way into the police station and possibly in the direction of answers. |