Krystelle approaches slowly as she's beckoned forward, and allows her arms to fold about her midriff. Her posture wilts a little, and she breathes a soft sigh in response. "...My apologies. I knew not of the patient's condition."
The lavender lady would leave the cauliflower floret atop a nearby cabinet, out of the way, and approach the patient for a cursory glance. A pair of long, thin metal calipers would appear from somewhere on her person with a quick motion, and she would point the tool toward what appears to be the fatal wound. "May I? There may be some form of evidence left in the wound."
Merchant Of Death?
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*A. Thereal
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"Odette?" demanded Nero. The revelation of the bloodied stranger as the familiar Erlkazaran lifted surprised brows upon Nero's countenance, and he found himself hurried scanning her over for signs of injury or distress in spite of himself. Only after his initial concern did the corpse warrant his attention. Without drawing nearer to disturb the blonde bardess's own examination, he scrutinized what was apparent from his current post.
"I can" he reluctantly told her, lips pressing into a thoughtful line. "The magic will heal any injuries. But it won't be easy, and the soul might reject it."
Violet eyes shifted between Krystelle's own advance, and the celestial man frowned at the would-be-coroner's insistence into Odette's task, but made no remark on the matter for the time being. Instead he released a slow breath and open-handed gesture toward the disguised woman and added, "Just tell me what you want me to do."
"I can" he reluctantly told her, lips pressing into a thoughtful line. "The magic will heal any injuries. But it won't be easy, and the soul might reject it."
Violet eyes shifted between Krystelle's own advance, and the celestial man frowned at the would-be-coroner's insistence into Odette's task, but made no remark on the matter for the time being. Instead he released a slow breath and open-handed gesture toward the disguised woman and added, "Just tell me what you want me to do."
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*LadyLightning
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Krystelle catches sight of Nero's proffered open palm, and would take a step back to give Odette some space.
"Please let me know how I may aid you as well."
"Please let me know how I may aid you as well."
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*Krayt
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After the Doomguard retreat Mauric returned to the Temple being pulled out from a session of self mutilation tributed to Lynkhab and Bayemon by Itzalia after much insanity. He would speak with Xaf once more.
"I have no desireable object for you. But pleasing news. Likely the Erinyes was dragged away in chains." There was a spiteful laughter ringing behind his mask. "What greater pleasure is there than the forces of structure and order tearing itself apart flaunting the cracks of their supposedly well forgeds links making the chains. Each link stands alone it should be obvious to all. The only sight more joyous would be seeing her hunged publically in the snares of their laws they claim to be the undisputed masters of." He rised a bladed finger of warning. I would loath for yourself to find your neck ensnared by the very same however. Would you need a safer residence you know where to find it."
The false statue Itzalia had attained was later used for taget practise under much jeering. Gilden polish was turned into soothy black, Only the favoured Harmonium slogan Might makes Right they had inscribed shined as it dangled high aloft as if hunged by it's neck by a spiked chain filled with arrows wedged into it. At the least there they agreed.
"I have no desireable object for you. But pleasing news. Likely the Erinyes was dragged away in chains." There was a spiteful laughter ringing behind his mask. "What greater pleasure is there than the forces of structure and order tearing itself apart flaunting the cracks of their supposedly well forgeds links making the chains. Each link stands alone it should be obvious to all. The only sight more joyous would be seeing her hunged publically in the snares of their laws they claim to be the undisputed masters of." He rised a bladed finger of warning. I would loath for yourself to find your neck ensnared by the very same however. Would you need a safer residence you know where to find it."
The false statue Itzalia had attained was later used for taget practise under much jeering. Gilden polish was turned into soothy black, Only the favoured Harmonium slogan Might makes Right they had inscribed shined as it dangled high aloft as if hunged by it's neck by a spiked chain filled with arrows wedged into it. At the least there they agreed.
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*Iggwilv
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Scene: The Weary Spirit Infirmary
On closer inspection the body looks pale for such a recently dead corpse. The cut marks down its sides would suggest it has been slowly bled. As well as the shallow cuts there is one very deep one across the man's throat severing the jugular. Should anyone examine it further they'd find a six fingered hand tattooed onto the man's chest. There is something else. Something deeper than the physical. A cold sense of wrongness coming from the body. Something worse than the physical state would suggest.
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Scene: The Temple of the Abyss
Mauric would return to the temple to see the sight of thick black greasy smoke billowing into the sky. Should he enter he would come across a more chaotic scene than usual. Cultists running back and forth dousing the flames of what appears to be an inferno that they have just got under control. He finds Mabius directing things. He stops and listens to what The Doomlord says.
"So she did not have it? And now the Mercykillers detain her for us? Good. That works out well. Of course that means there is only one other who could have it. Maybe you'd like to shed blood one more time for this?"
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Scene: The Prison
Dace would find Hex'ares in one of the suites usually reserved for Factors. She sits at a writing desk in front of her an open book about The Great Upheaval. She looks up and smiles as he enters. She is pretty and disarming he finds he has to remind herself she is a fiend.
"Nice of you to visit Justicar. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
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Scene: Undersigil
In his mirror Rhistel would notice Cassandra's attempt to scry fails. She doesn't seem to bothered she just tuts. She goes to a bookshelf and takes a thick leather tome. The language is Abyssal should Rhistel recognise that. She stops and smiles to herself as if having forgotten something. She casts a spell. A mindblank. The vision fades.
On closer inspection the body looks pale for such a recently dead corpse. The cut marks down its sides would suggest it has been slowly bled. As well as the shallow cuts there is one very deep one across the man's throat severing the jugular. Should anyone examine it further they'd find a six fingered hand tattooed onto the man's chest. There is something else. Something deeper than the physical. A cold sense of wrongness coming from the body. Something worse than the physical state would suggest.
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Scene: The Temple of the Abyss
Mauric would return to the temple to see the sight of thick black greasy smoke billowing into the sky. Should he enter he would come across a more chaotic scene than usual. Cultists running back and forth dousing the flames of what appears to be an inferno that they have just got under control. He finds Mabius directing things. He stops and listens to what The Doomlord says.
"So she did not have it? And now the Mercykillers detain her for us? Good. That works out well. Of course that means there is only one other who could have it. Maybe you'd like to shed blood one more time for this?"
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Scene: The Prison
Dace would find Hex'ares in one of the suites usually reserved for Factors. She sits at a writing desk in front of her an open book about The Great Upheaval. She looks up and smiles as he enters. She is pretty and disarming he finds he has to remind herself she is a fiend.
"Nice of you to visit Justicar. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
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Scene: Undersigil
In his mirror Rhistel would notice Cassandra's attempt to scry fails. She doesn't seem to bothered she just tuts. She goes to a bookshelf and takes a thick leather tome. The language is Abyssal should Rhistel recognise that. She stops and smiles to herself as if having forgotten something. She casts a spell. A mindblank. The vision fades.
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*Serena
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Having a good understanding of the Demonic language, he'd look at the book with some curiosity as to understand what it was about:Iggwilv,Aug 24 2015 wrote:Scene: Undersigil
In his mirror Rhistel would notice Cassandra's attempt to scry fails. She doesn't seem to bothered she just tuts. She goes to a bookshelf and takes a thick leather tome. The language is Abyssal should Rhistel recognise that. She stops and smiles to herself as if having forgotten something. She casts a spell. A mindblank. The vision fades.
she had taken it even knowing she was being watched, so either the tome had no importance or she wanted it to be seen for some reasons.
Still, he didn't scry on the woman only to spy her, rather to be able to send her a message.
So, before the vision faded, he slipped a Message in her direction, whispering the words to himself in his usual calm and detached tone.
"I believe we need to agree on a location for our meeting... This, of course, if you are still interested in what you were trying to sell me at the Hall.
Hive Ward, near the Mortuary entrance, in two hours. I will pick you up and we'll walk from there."
That should give him enough time to prepare himself and the.. location. Not that he intended to do much on that purpose.
As soon as the vision faded, he imitated the woman and warded himself with Mind Blank too, then covering his head with his hood to not be recognized right away, and adding an invisibility spell on top of that as well, he proceeded to walk toward "his" kip in the Hive.
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*Taurus Daggerknight
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Dace was quite used to erinye's - even the ones that frequent the bazaar- being a lot more stand-offish and obvious with their twisted designs, and so had been somewhat caught off guard with Hex'ares even from the first encounter. Comparatively cooperative, and he had to admit, she did have a pretty face...Iggwilv,Aug 24 2015 wrote: ********************
Scene: The Prison
Dace would find Hex'ares in one of the suites usually reserved for Factors. She sits at a writing desk in front of her an open book about The Great Upheaval. She looks up and smiles as he enters. She is pretty and disarming he finds he has to remind herself she is a fiend.
"Nice of you to visit Justicar. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
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He quickly pushed the distraction aside, replacing it once again with his irritation at the entire situation. A suspect- unlikely or not- being given the royal treatment, a squad that really should have been executed for their behavior, multiple murders, and every single one of the surviving witnesses or suspects was now some exotic femme fatalle. This was starting to feel more like one of those cheeky private investigator novels...
"You already know the answer to that..." he said as he approached the desk. "This ordeal has been more frustrating than it needs to be for anyone, so lets just cut to the chase. I'm going to assume that you came all the way from Baaetor to that auction for the same thing that Doran Xef killed and a lot of people in fits. So lets begin with that... why are you after it? What's so important about that model that it has a vengeance devil of Bel coming all the way to the Cage?"
He pauses to let her answer .
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*Krayt
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The warlock reveled at the chaotic sight. Overwhelmed by his own spite for everything even the downfall of a deeply aligned place as the temple pleased him as he walked through the blazing halls and thick veils of smoke. Chimning steel sabatons accompanied the roar of the ravenous fire as he trode deeper. Sniggering insanely as the smoke nearly snuffed the air out of his lungs.
"By the flames of Alzrius. Yet another coup for power. Or have the external foes gotten bolder I wonder. This is why I must again remind you how much is to be gained with a lasting alliance with the Doomguard."
Watching the acolytes without lending his one hand to douse a singel ember. The blackened armour shone darkly in the firelight as it reflected various shades of orange.
"She could have hidden it. We searched the room by the thralls of the law prevented a thoroughly scouring of her abode. It could be with them now. I shall visit the Celestial but I harbour doubts that such an inferior creature could have attained it while the Baatezu failed. I will return in short."
With that he left for the Golden Bariur. Stopping by the Armoury to gather what able men and women he found present at the time. His Doomlord's mask grafted to his face the time for flamboyant theatrics of deceit had long since passed. He had donned a plain robe with a cowl however olny to avoid immediately recognition before he entered the esteemed inn searching for the prey would it still be alive and thereabouts.
"By the flames of Alzrius. Yet another coup for power. Or have the external foes gotten bolder I wonder. This is why I must again remind you how much is to be gained with a lasting alliance with the Doomguard."
Watching the acolytes without lending his one hand to douse a singel ember. The blackened armour shone darkly in the firelight as it reflected various shades of orange.
"She could have hidden it. We searched the room by the thralls of the law prevented a thoroughly scouring of her abode. It could be with them now. I shall visit the Celestial but I harbour doubts that such an inferior creature could have attained it while the Baatezu failed. I will return in short."
With that he left for the Golden Bariur. Stopping by the Armoury to gather what able men and women he found present at the time. His Doomlord's mask grafted to his face the time for flamboyant theatrics of deceit had long since passed. He had donned a plain robe with a cowl however olny to avoid immediately recognition before he entered the esteemed inn searching for the prey would it still be alive and thereabouts.
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*Nimiane
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Odette's blood-soaked fingertips had pressed into the wounds found on the man's side to better understand their depth and purpose; the result being a click of a rosen tongue in disapproval. Exploring digits then halted in their crawl over the man's flesh to trace the symbol of the six-fingered hand, one she knew all too well. In knowing, the bronzed flesh of her brow furrowed in consideration and those same fingers drummed lightly against the chest on which it was tattooed. Something just wasn't right here. . .Iggwilv,Aug 24 2015 wrote:Scene: The Weary Spirit Infirmary
On closer inspection the body looks pale for such a recently dead corpse. The cut marks down its sides would suggest it has been slowly bled. As well as the shallow cuts there is one very deep one across the man's throat severing the jugular. Should anyone examine it further they'd find a six fingered hand tattooed onto the man's chest. There is something else. Something deeper than the physical. A cold sense of wrongness coming from the body. Something worse than the physical state would suggest.
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"Kystelle." the bardess addresses the lilac lady, lifting her gaze from the body without removing her hand from where it rested. Going on to explain her request she states, "I need ye t'use that book yer always sketchin' in and draw me up a portrait of this fella here, please. Maelfina's goin' t'want t'hear this, or will at least be able t'give some insight. Iffen she's busy, then mebbe Sultra or Malia will. . ." She halts herself at the precipice of a self-directed ramble and clarifies, "I'll need t'stop by with somethin' what looks like him."
From the timid woman, Odette turns the deep oceans of her aquamarine gaze on the snow-haired celestial to her right and slowly withdraws her hand from the corpse to gesture to it with slender fingers. "Somethin' ain't right. I cannae put me finger on what." speculates the bardess, leaning a pliant hip against the nearby bedpost as chaos-fuelled adrenaline fades to fatigue. "I ain't a finger-wriggler nor got anythin' t'do with the divine, so I'm goin' t'need ye t'find out what's goin' on here, Nero. . ."
A second thought occurring to her, the woman pauses and pushes off the post to hitch the oversized robe of her disguise and pull a worn flask from her hip. Unscrewing the metal cap yields a nip of amber liquid as Odette scribes a note on the nearby table, and sends for the Kelemvorite Quinn with a basic request to join the trio at the Infirmary.
"I want ye t'work with Quinn, an' tell me what ye can." concludes Odette once the letter is dispatched.
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*LadyLightning
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Krystelle would give a gentle nod and dig into one of her bags of holding, coming out with an entire sketchbook and pencil box complete with over two hundred different coloured wooden styli. She would take a spot against the wall, out of the way, and begin to sketch the requested portrait.
She begins with the dead patient's face, and includes any wounds present on the body in her paper representation. Her colours and shading are precisely matched, and it's clear that she's done this kind of sketch before.
"Shall I draw a full-body sketch, Odette, or will the patient's face suffice? I assume you require this for identification purposes."
She begins with the dead patient's face, and includes any wounds present on the body in her paper representation. Her colours and shading are precisely matched, and it's clear that she's done this kind of sketch before.
"Shall I draw a full-body sketch, Odette, or will the patient's face suffice? I assume you require this for identification purposes."