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Post by Poe/Fide/Scrap on Aug 27, 2013 17:12:51 GMT -8
The rain is falling harder than before and flashes of lightning light up the streets like a series of strobe lights on a dance floor. Poe uses roof tops and fire escapes to make his way to the scene of a vicious attack on a human that Mason has sent him to scope out. The inquisition wants to know just how much the New York Police Department knows about this strange happening and the master of stealth is the one person they know they can count on to be discrete. With the silence of a big cat on the prowl the former assassin reaches his destination, watching the scene play out from the shadows, far out of sight of the officers making their reports, but close enough to hear their words.
"Can you believe this Valsquez? The sick fuck ate his tongue after ripping out his voice box."
Poe attempts not to laugh at the heavyset officer as he tries to hold down his share of the daily donut rations. The Spanish woman next to him shakes her head as she writes down notes on a small tablet.
"I'm looking at it and I can't believe it... But for the record Murdock... I wouldn't use the phrase 'sick fuck' in your report if I was you."
"The fucking press is going to have a hey-day with this one. Known rapist and drug dealer Franklin Eugene Maddox Junior found dead... His tongue, bowels, and throat savagedly removed by attacker or attackers unknown."
Murdock takes a few steps back before spitting in the street.
"Good riddance in my opinion... The Itai bastard had it coming... Too bad it won't bring back the girl he got off for though."
"Personal feelings don't go with this job Murdock... I'll agree with the man deserved justice for his actions, but this is NOT justice... This is out right unjustifiable."
Poe takes mental notes on what he sees and hears as the two continue.
"Hey Valsquez."
The young woman rolls her eyes, knowing what is going to come out of his mouth next.
"Yes Murdock..."
"When you gonna let me tap that fine ass of your's?"
She waves the rock on her ring finger with a smirk.
"Never..."
'Quit trying to get your dick wet and do your job,' Poe thinks to himself, 'mundanes.'. He shakes his head as he waits for the chance to get a closer look.
"Come on Maria... We both know you want it."
"Correction we both know YOU want it."
"Whatever... Fine... Back to the nine to five..."
"Get it on or get over it.' Poe wishes he can say without giving away his position, but instead switches over to night vision with his goggles. He zooms them in for a closer look at the victim what he sees are tell tale signs of what has gotten ahold of him. The man's throat looks to have been yanked out with a lot of force and partially chewed, his intestines pulled from their originally places and spilled out onto the concrete, and it also appears his tongue has been either torn out or chewed out. The coroners walk over with their tools of removing the body from the scene and loads up Mr. Maddox as quickly as they can.
"Let's get back I'm sure the chief will enjoy hearing about this."
As the partners get into their car and the coroners' van pulls out of view the clever Poe takes the opportunity to use the buildings gutters to climb up to the roof. The agile thirty-four year old takes a running start before jumping to the next roof top as lightning lights the skies again. Upon landing on the next building he feels the vibration of his phone.
"What doubting my subtlety?"
TBC: They know who
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Post by mason on Aug 27, 2013 19:51:36 GMT -8
"I trust you as much as I trust anybody else."
Red lights flashed and a yellow volkswagon bug rolled to a stop. He heared the sound of her putting the car in park, "you just get home? Why don't you relax, I'll call you when I'm finished and let you know what I've found."
"How bout we remember who's in charge here."
"Shit."
Her voice echoed, as if it were in two places at once, and the sound of approaching footsteps filled his ears. The tall blonde came into view, dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white button up shirt with her long blonde hair tied back in a bun. Mason blinked, disconnected the phone call, and stuffed her cell back into her pocket. She twirled her fingers in the air, as if to say 'lets get on with it' and pushes passed her fellow Inquisition member. The Crusader crouched infront of the corpse and inspected it silently for a moment, unfazed by the gore, "it's definitely a Shifter, did you find any tracks?"
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Post by Poe/Fide/Scrap on Aug 27, 2013 20:04:57 GMT -8
"What tattooing not creating enough challenge for you these days Mason?"
Poe looks on as she surveys the scene herself, more than slightly annoyed that his superior is actually there. He takes a slow step forward and stands next to her, his eyes not leaving the spot the corpse had left. The former assassin crosses his arms before tapping his left bicep with his right hand a few times, further showing his aggravation. He clears his throat and continues to speak in his gruff tone.
"You mean other from the trail of piss from the Maddox? A few hairs... Want 'em?"
He pulls a small plastic bag from one of the hidden pockets of his pants and waves it in front of her face. Despite himself he is enjoying teasing the blonde. 'If she can come here and make my night Hell,' he thinks, 'I can return the favor.'. He continues to wave the bag of hair while clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth like a metronome.
"Hurry up I got shit to do."
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Post by mason on Aug 27, 2013 20:43:15 GMT -8
"Honestly Poe what arre you doing?"
The Crusader snatched to bag out of his hand and shoved it into her pocket, "this is useful but this isn't what I was talking about. Maybe the lab can tell us who he is, or mayb e we find him tonight. The bastard had to be covered in blood after totally destroying this guy, someone drenched in blood doesn't leave a room without leaving a trail."
Her eyes scanned the alley and she walked up to a barely visible blood slatter on the cement. A few feet ahead, another clue to the shifter's whereabouts, "And if I were you I'd watch what I say to my Superior, though I guess you can always go back to The Brother hood."
She started to follow the signs, stopped and turned around to look at Poe, "coming, Brother ?"
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Post by Poe/Fide/Scrap on Aug 27, 2013 20:51:38 GMT -8
Poe grits his teeth as he listens to the tone in her voice, that hint of sarcasm. 'Snotty child,' he thinks to himself as he looks at the splatter, 'good eyes though.'. He stands beside her and stares at the trail leading toward Central Park. 'Listen to her talk about The Brotherhood like she was there,' he thinks with a more agitated voice than he allows to pass his lips, 'should consider herself lucky she wasn't a Bloodsack of mine. Oh the fun I can have thinking about that.'.
"May Sithis guide us... Sister..."
He motions for her to lead the way as his free hand leans toward his side arm, the dim city lights reflecting from the pommel of his twin swords on his back and the twin daggers only inches away from each gun holster. Better to be prepared for anything than to go without.
"We gonna follow this bastard or are you going back to the parlor?"
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Post by mason on Aug 28, 2013 9:16:30 GMT -8
She ignored his question, because there was no question as to what it was she would be doing tonight, "this guy couldn't have been a member of The Order of the Eye or The Kindred, too messy, but if he is unaligned he won't be for long... Maybe we let him team up with one of the groups... Get his identity off of the hairs and snatch him up. We might be able to get the location of The Kindred or The Order's head quarters."
Mason stopped, rolled up her sleeves and turned to face Poe, "what do you think Brother? We catch him now? Or let him ripen a bit longer?"
"And what is your fascination with my shop? You trying to get a free tat Poe? Or trying to get rid of me?"
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Post by Poe/Fide/Scrap on Aug 28, 2013 9:40:50 GMT -8
Poe is not sure whether she has picked up the whole brother/sister thing from him or if she is just doing it to get under his skin so he simply keeps his mouth shut as his eyes follow the trail toward Central Park. He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth again as he tries to decide the best course of action.
"I agree not a member of a faction, but won't be long before he chooses a side.
The former assassin laughs internally at her question about her day job before answering in his trademark monotone, unreadable way.
"Could be both..."
His eyes never leave the trail they are contemplating follow until he reaches into one of his hidden pockets and pulls out a coin.
"Causa legionis ego novissimus. Heads we follow... Tails we let him cook for a little more."
He tosses the coin into the air and lets it fall to the concrete, it lands tails side up. The veteran hunter lets out a slow exhale before stepping into the shadows and out of view.
"Sithis watch over you Sister..."
Poe thinks to himself for a moment trying to decide whether to leave now or engage in a further conversation. 'She reminds me so much of Claire,' he thinks to himself fighting back tears at the thought of his late wife, 'I can't...'. He stops the thought there not wanting to emotionally attach himself period and just get back to training or maybe going on another hunt far away from his superior's line of sight. He steps back into the dim lights for a moment.
"What are the odds of the free tat?"
Translation from Latin-English: I am the last of the legion for a reason.
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Post by mason on Aug 28, 2013 10:13:32 GMT -8
The Crusader smiled, a rare occurence, and watched as the coin flipped through the air. Who would have thought a pair of Inquisition members would be depending on a coin to decide the fate of a Non-human. When it landed there was a bit of disappointment for Mason, she had so hoped she would have the opportunity to torture a Shifter tonight, she loved the way they healed, made for longer sessions, "looks like we let him cook. I'll get this DNA sample over to the lab tonight."
Her eyebrow arched at his question, was he serious? She walked toward the mouth of the alley and glanced back at him, "I'd say your odds are decent. Depends on what kind of work you want done."
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Post by Poe/Fide/Scrap on Aug 28, 2013 10:28:49 GMT -8
"What are you doing Poe,' he inquires of himself, 'yeah she reminds you of Claire, but she's not Claire. Just go home and do your normal routine.'. He shows her the brand on the inner part of his right fore-arm with an unreadable look in his eyes. The former assassin cannot believe his first real conversation in months is going on like this, he half expects the subject to change to the over-zealous Crusader to simply turn on her heels and head back to her day job, but at the same time it is different in a good way. Poe attempts to keep things normal as he points at the scar which reads 'Legionem ex mortuis' encompassing an all seeing eye.
"Got any ideas how to cover that up?"
He knows that it is not possible to cover up The Brotherhood brand unless you cut it out first, but he wants to see just how smart this higher ranked member of the Inquisition is. The former assassin crosses left arm over his chest, taps his right shoulder, and clicks the roof of his mouth again with his tongue all while still showing the brand to her. His patience is wearing thin simply due to the lack of social interaction leading to this point, normally he is already done with calling her with the info, has already turned in the hair fibers to the lab, and is back home reading up so he can concur with their analysis or correct them. This is the longest conversation he has had with anyone in five years and it is both causing him discomfort and to feel things he has not in that time.
"Well Mason? What ideas that Mistress Ink have?"
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Post by mason on Aug 28, 2013 11:06:57 GMT -8
She stared at the brand for a moment and her fingers traced the words, "that's some serious stuff, branding isn't the same as tattooing. I can tat over the top of it, but the raised flesh will still be visible through anything I put on you. Sorry, I work in tattooing only Poe, I have no experience in scarification. I can't help you with this."
Mason's hand dropped to her side and she gave him a solemn expression, "are you just testing me? If you want a tattoo, maybe you should find a place I can actually tat."
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Post by Poe/Fide/Scrap on Aug 28, 2013 11:39:48 GMT -8
Poe nods silently as he listens to what she is saying and then she just had to ask if he is testing, he is, but she is not suppose to know that. He slowly looks at the rest of his arm, inch by inch.
"Yeah... Not much can be done there and the rest of me is pretty well infused with silver cauters."
The former Brotherhood elitist thinks for a moment as he continues to tap on his right shoulder and click his tongue. 'Too bad I quite smoking,' he thinks to himself, 'this tick is annoying as Hell.'. He thinks for a moment.
"How are you at free styling? I believe that's what they call it these days..."
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Post by mason on Aug 28, 2013 20:14:30 GMT -8
"Oh? You're just full of interesting stories, aren't you Poe?"
Her hand disappeared into her breast pocket and Mason pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She popped one of the smoke sticks into her mouth. The Crusader lit the cancer stick and took a long drag, blowing the smoke away from her partner. Why the hell is he so twitchy, is he hiding something? It hovered over her mouth momentarily, "actually, freestyle is the best way to get a tattoo to flow well with your body. I can do that."
She took another hit and her head tilted curiously, "we gonna stick ya or we gonna do our job. Your choice. I'm always open to poking someone for a few hours."
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Post by Poe/Fide/Scrap on Aug 29, 2013 5:22:50 GMT -8
Before the stone cold assassin can stop himself, a laugh escapes his lips and even from under the facial covering it echoes through the alley. He jumps as his eye widen making his cackle stop abruptly. 'What was that,' he thinks, 'did I just? Oh no... No no no.". His thoughts race to figure out something to do or say, but the only idea coming to him is to leave and leave now. Poe looks at her for a moment and thinks, 'poking you a little might be fun too.'. The thought stays inside his head, but the fact of the matter is that he thought it. Deciding not to be rude, but put a temporary halt on the conversation the assassin let's out a sharp exhale before turning his attention to something else.
"Do you see that?"
He puts all his attention on a quarter sized burn mark on the wall. He stares at it for a moment and notices another tuff of hair is also inside the burnt area.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2013 11:16:49 GMT -8
As the two Inquisition members discuss what is going on with the gruesome murder, a shadow moves behind them. Ever silent the shadow gets closer and closer.
"No I didn't see that. What didn't I see?"
The shadow emerges as that of Hattori Hayate, the ninja assassin of the Inquisition. Dressed up in his ninja gear, he looks over at Mason smoking.
"You should really stop using them. They will ruin what beauty you have left, and is a horrible example for a high ranking member of our fine organization. So any idea what happened?"
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Post by mason on Aug 29, 2013 12:24:34 GMT -8
Mason frowned as her partner laughed, unsure of what it was he was laughing about, and just when she was about to reply a ninja appeared out of nowhere, “What’re you doing here Shadow? Nobody called you and I definitely didn’t ask for your opinion on my smoking habit.”
She didn't wait for him to retort, replying to his questions before he can speak again, "Shifter, probably a young one. Unaligned. Killed and took off. We've got hair samples and a blood trail leading out of the alley. Poe and I have decided to wait and see if he's picked up by one of the Non-human groups. Get his identity and track him down. Then the fun begins. A bit of torture and we'll get the whereabouts of either The Order Of The Eye or The Kindred... Who knows, maybe both of them will take a shot at recruiting him and we can kill two birds with one Shifter.”
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