CH 1: Once Upon a Time...

The gruesome image made Hope's eyes widen for a moment before his face went back to it's blank slate expression. Hope remembers seeing bodies like this, beaten and torn. Hope remembers how some of the kids in his gang would attack their abusive parents. They were always bad people, they deserved what happened to them. Hope wondered, did the doctor deserve this? Hope couldn't say for sure, so while he pondered this, he put on his usual persona


"W-what happened here," he asks with a squeak. The boy added a few tears for good measure, having perfected the art of crying during his criminal days as it was the perfect way for a kid to get away with things. Hope "composed" himself as he was supposed to pretend to be an adult at the scene, he wiped his tears as some continued to streak down. Straightening his back, the boy looks to his team for their reactions.
 
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Sam noticed Pepper and how she was acting. She had nothing to say though. She had her own thoughts as Fenric made sure they were ready. Once they were she followed him into the house. She had never been to the house before so she had no clue what to expect. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She entered the house and the scent of Gingerbread hit her nose. She sniffed, hating the scent. It reminded her too much of her grandma’s house. That was a house she never wanted to go back to. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The colors were nice though. The artist in her was glad that at least the color scheme was lovely. In Autumn colors as well. Though the colors didn’t distract her for long. As they neared Redmond’s office she could smell the scent of blood. She almost wished the Gingerbread scent was heavier. Looking in the room she looked at the scene, trying not to look away. Blood had hit the walls and furniture. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]So it was a brutal long death, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Sam though as she looked at the desk and the covered body parts. A few feet away was a covered was the doc’s hand. Sam fought the urge to react. Instead she focused, surveying the scene. He had been killed at the desk. THe amount of blood that was there was overwhelming. Shaking her head she looked at Fenric, waiting for his instructions in case he wanted them to split up and take certain areas of the office or house. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Though when Hope started to act up, tears running down his face she glanced at him. “ Well we’re going to find out what happened here. Aren’t we?” She said, not expecting a response from the boy. [/SIZE]
 

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Pepper was preparing herself for what was to come. From what Scruffy was saying it was really bad. Like really bad. Paperwork was starting to sound really nice at this point. She followed the team and was instantly met by the smell of gingerbread. It reminded her of her house. Of her Grandmother's cookies. It almost broke the resolve she had been building since they had left. She shook her head. She didn't want to lose it not now. If she needed she would break down on the way back to the office. She knew her team would understand. 
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The rest of the home was pleasant. Dark woods and pleasant autumn colors. It was nice. She herself had never been to his house before now not really needing his help outside of the office. From the looks of things if seemed as if the bastard who did this wasn't aiming to steal from the doctor. As they reached the office it quickly became obvious that this was where the crime scene was. She took a deep breath and prepared for what she knew was hell. When she entered the room her stomach did a flip flop threatening to lose the Lucky Charms she'd had not even two hours ago. She shook her head and focused on the room.
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The first thing she noticed in the room was the amount of blood that was in the room. Which told her that this was a long and personal process. She wasn't completely sure though. The next thing she noticed was that he had obviously been killed at his desk. Which told her that it was a potential client. Did he see other people besides those at Libris? She would have to ask that. Cause if not that potentialy made things a little easier. What disturbed her the most about all this was that it looked like he had been hacked to pieces. This was just godawful. Had he been tortured to death? The thought made her shiver.
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She heard Hope and Sam talking but she wasn't really paying attention. She stepped up next to Humbert. "This is fucked up..." she said quietly to him as she continued to take in the room.
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(Sorry for the delay everyone, I hope this is okay)
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"You can see a lot of the damage already," Humbert said.  "The autopsy will have more information, but it looks like the victim was attacked with large, sharp implement, hence the dismemberment.  You're free to take a look under the sheet for yourself, but there are also wounds to his chest and abdomen, likely caused by the same weapon.  The preliminary examination puts the time of death some time yesterday evening, probably around 5:30."


(Okay, folks, have your characters ask questions and poke around the crime scene.  Consider this part to be like those visual novels where you click on objects in the room to learn more!)
 
Ryan grins at his audience. He's been performing nearly half an hour now, and he gathers his money into his purse, slinging the white strap over his shoulders. The audience appear disappointed and he decides to do one last trick for them. He grabs the deck of cards he still has out and has an audience member select one. "Sign it and fold it twice. And everyone else fold the others." Soon enough he has a full deck of folded cards, with the chosen card hidden somewhere within. He throws them in the air and catches the card in his teeth. The audience claps already, but appear shocked to see that when he unfolds the card in his mouth, without touching it, the number is correct but it isn't signed. He grins at their confusion before flipping the card to show the back, where the signature has been moved to.


The audience applaud again and he tidies after himself, blue dress riding up slightly as he grabs the cards. He notices the men watching out of the corner of his eye and puts on a show for them as he finishes grabbing the cards, wiggling and bending far more than really necessary. Once he's done he goes to the guy who had helped him earlier in the act and kisses him on the cheek, smirking when he sees the red mark he leaves. He presses a card with his number on it into the others hand, the guy might only like him as a girl but he could have a chance, so he might as well try. After that he leaves and blows a kiss to the audience, headed to the house of that goddamn psychiatrist guy.
 
Hope takes out his vita and turns on the camera. He outfitted the device to have a black light and begins to dust the inside and outside of the door and scan with his black light vita to look for finger prints. The boy snaps a few photos of what came up and continued to look around, taking pictures of the scene under blacklight. A few things glowed, though some may just be coincidence. The boy then goes to where the head was covered and begins to poke the skull, partially for fun and partially to feel for any head trauma. Some of the kids in his old gang would get beaten so hard, they skulls had cracks, or worse. These kids often died soon after the wound.
 
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*many of the fingerprints were smudged, and those which were whole would have to be analyzed back at LIBRIS.  


*given the amount of biological debris, one would be hard-pressed not to find something which reacted under a blacklight.  


*Humbert actually tells Hope to leave the head alone.  There wouldn't be any immediately obvious signs of trauma to the skull, though the autopsy might show otherwise.  Besides, the head was no longer attached to the rest of the body.
 
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Sam looked around as Pepper spoke to Hubert. She couldn’t help but agree. This was messed up. She looked at Humbert as he explained some the crime scene. She nodded. But she knew where she was going. As soon as Humbert had finished speaking she made her way to the doctor’s desk. She noticed Hope going towards the head and sighed having a feeling he would get stopped by their boss. She was right. Shaking her head she walked behind the desk, where most of the blood was. It didn’t bother her much. Or at least that she let show. She walked bent down and tried to open the bottom drawer of the desk. She only hoped it wasn’t one of those damn drawers that locks and you need a key to get into.[/SIZE]
 
The drawer did, indeed, have a lock, but it was obvious it had been forced, given the gouges in the wood.  There were file folders, neatly alphabetized, inside.  Many of the papers and folders looked slightly bent or ripped, as if someone had roughly rifled through them, very at odds with the delicate tidiness elsewhere.  They were patient case files, but it was impossible to say if anything was missing.
 

Pepper Monigan
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Pepper sighed and stepped forward knowing that she had to get her ass in gear and do her job. And she would do it as unemotional and uncaring as she could. She looked around the room and decided to go to the chairs that visitors would sit in and investigate those. Maybe something was in the cusion or something. She took her flashlight out of her kit to use it to her full advantage. 
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The furniture had been dusted for fingerprints, and Putnam would arrange for LIBRIS to take custody of the results.  Upon close examination, Pepper would see a couple of fallen hairs, and a few brown crumbs.  


 Redmond was a fastidious housekeeper so there would at least be little to sort through.
 
Hope pouted and tried to look around for any more clues. "I-um...think that's everything i can find on my end." Hope plucked a few strands of hair from the detached head and put them in an evidence bag just in case it could help or something. Hope took a few more pictures of the crime scene using normal and black light settings before calling it quits on his end. "Anything else I'm forgetting?"
 
Humbert, for his part, closed his eyes and allowed the wolf to rise to the surface.  His eyes burned a sulphurous yellow when he opened them, entirely inhuman.  He then began to sniff, reading the room through his nose.  He pushed away the disquietingly intriguing scent of death and sifted through the symphony of ordors to find the individual notes.  He could smell his coworkers, the police, gun oil, shoe polish, fingerprinting powder, the heavy smell of gingerbread air freshener, wood polish, ink, the garden outside, the coffee from the Starbucks cup in the trash, Redmond's cologne and soap, and--yes--there: another human.  A man, Humbert would guess, based on the scent of testosterone and male-marketed cologne.  It was hard to get much more, but he was able to commit the scent to memory.  


Humbert did his best to subdue the wolf, get it back on its leash, but it was hard.  After a few minutes, though, Humbert managed get back to his feet, feeling a bit exhausted.  His eyes were no longer glowing like molten metal, but his hair was even wilder than before, his beard had grown out a little, and his nails were back to sharp, short points.  


 He shakily went to the window, opened it, and began taking deep lungfuls of fresh air.
 
After a minute of taking deep breaths and clearing the LIBRIS coroner to take away the body--making a couple trips in doing so--Humbert turned to the team.  "I think right now, we've gotten what we can here.  The police have already swept the scene, and we're collecting their findings.  


"Sam, you and Hope do a pass around the outside, maybe talk to the neighbors.  Hope," he added sternly, "remember why we're hereand focus on keeping your mind on the job.  We're doing this for Redmond, okay?


"Pepper, you and I are going to do a sweep of the rest of the house, see what we can find, if anything."


@HopeAndLove, @Awkwardpotato, @Lilk2lu 
 
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[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Sam looked at the file folder and fingered through them. She noticed that they were bent and ripped and frowned. “ Hey, do we have a patient list anywhere? “ She asked curiously. If she could get her hands on a patient's list she could see if any of the patients files were missing. She heard Hope speak but ignored him as she started searching the desk for a patient’s list that the old doctor could have been keeping somewhere. She didn’t even look up until she heard Humbert start to give out new assignments. “ Hold on. I want to see if i can find a patient list.” She said as she cotined looking. “ Yes i know why we are here. I’m trying to see if his killer took any of the patient files. If they did then that’s something that may be of importance. “ She said as she checked another drawer. [/SIZE]
 
Ryan followed the psychiatrist home yesterday, just so he knew where to steal the file from, but he has spare time today, so it seemed best. This guy wants to stop him having his talent, stop him being the piper, so Ryan doesn't want him knowing anything about him. Or at least, he'd prefer to avoid it. He uses a window to get in, not looking at the front at all, and then wanders through the house, trying to find an office. It must be here. Or at least, Ryan doesn't know of anywhere else it could be so he hopes he finds it here. 


Ryan is quiet and stealthy enough to avoid being caught if the man is in, although he's really hoping he's not. He moves quickly and nimbly through the house, and within about half a minute there are voices talking nearby. Of course, he's too busy considering how to actually find the file, although he probably won't have any problems, to notice the voices. In fact, he doesn't actually register them at all until they're practically right next to him. And even when he does, he doesn't react as any 'normal' person would, instead he steps out from the corner he had been hidden behind so he can see the room better. He sees a few people and he's got no chance of hiding from them at this point so he doesn't bother trying, instead standing still and continuing to look at the scene. He's at the study, his destination, but they definitely won't let him in. Especially since the walls appear to be painted red with blood. That definitely looks like enough blood for someone to be dead. That should probably be a more disturbing thought to him, especially since he's relatively young.  Fighting a Pan for years probably didn't do much to help his sense of morality. Not that the phrase completely normal could have been used to describe Ryan to begin with. One thing he's sure of is that if he has accidentally walked in a murder investigation he's not got a good chance of this going well for him.


"Who died?" He asks in his normal voice, feminine enough to pass easily, and draw the attention of anyone who hasn't noticed him yet. He's got a pretty terrible view from here, although he'd have to assume it's either the guy he's trying to steal from or a patient. He  figures he might as well try to talk to these people on his own terms. And anyway, trying to sneak out would have been stupid, and only made him appear guiltier. Making himself obvious suggests innocence. Or cockiness. He can't remember which one of those people think.


He doesn't really pause to allow an answer before continuing, "Sorry to barge in by the way, believe me, if I'd known I'd be walking into a murder investigation I would have come a bit later. Or earlier. This tends to be the type of thing I try to avoid honestly. Waste of my time and yours. All I wanted here was to relieve the doctor of a few files he's written. But I'd assume you're probably not going to let me do that." Ryan explains, and although the way his mouth runs at fifty miles an hour may make him appear nervous, he's anything but, he's just confident in front of people and likes to talk far too much.
 
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Humbert whirls around upon hearing the intruder, hand going to his gun.  "This is supposed to be a sealed crime scene," he growls.  "How the hell did you get in here?"
 
"I'm pretty light-footed. And I didn't actually come across any problems so I don't really know how sealed this place is. Wisdows tend to be a good one to block off, just as advice for next time. And like I said before, if I'd realised it was a crime scene I would have left before even coming in." Ryan doesn't even look slightly concerned by the threat of a gun. He's done nothing wrong here, apart from try to steal from someone, and if these people are cops or whatever then they probably won't kill him. Especially since he's found people tend to look more kindly upon girls.
 
Humbert narrowed his eyes.  There was...something about this kid.  He inhaled, taking in the intruder's scent, the Wolf still running in his veins.  He--no, she, if she was presenting as female--tickled something at the back of his brain.  "The yellow crime scene tape and the official vehicles out front should be a clear sign," he snarled.  "I'm going to escort you from the premises, now.  Come with me."
 
"I didn't come from the front. I'm not that stupid." Ryan says with a smile. The statement is probably kind of strange, but avoiding the front of places is something he's got used to. Back and side entrances mean you're less likely to be seen. Works for camps too. He doesn't bother arguing with leaving, he can always come back another day when there aren't cops around. Although since the guy is dead, he supposes taking the file is less of a priority.
 

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Pepper couldn't belive this. She was content with gathering the evidence she had found so it could be tested later and looking around the rest of the house with Scruffy when this asswipe comes in like he owned the place. She had been trying her damndest to keep her resolve and not react to anything she saw here. And it had been hard. She had known the guy for fucks sakes. 
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She turned to look at the intruder and stood her boots clomping on the floor. She slowly walked so she was standing next to Humbert. "Listen asshole, I don't know who the hell you are and I don't give a flying fuck. All I know is that you are being highly disrepectful towards the victim of this crime scene. Annnnnnnd you just admited, like a dumbass, to breaking and entering into here. So not only was that stupid as hell it was also illegal. You do know what illegal means right? Now, if you don't want us to take you to jail why don't you listen to my friend here and get the hell out of here. And if you don't listen to him I will be more than happy to escort you ass out. And you won't be walking away when I'm finished. Capiche?"
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The hot tempred red head crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. Normally she didn't just threaten people like that but seriously. That guy had to be the smuggest asshole she had ever had the pleasure to meet. And this was not a pleasure. Not in the least. Seriously. He had just admited to breaking into the place. How stupid can you get? Was he brain dead? That might explain this. Was he blind as well? How had he missed all the vehicals around the place and the crimescene tape? How had he mised all of that? Seriously!
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Ugh when they were done here she was seriously going to need a coffee.
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Ryan doesn't like the tone she's taking with him, it's not like he's murdered anyone, and it's not his fault their security is incompetent. And who's she calling dumbass? It's not like he could have done anything other than admit he'd broken in. There wasn't really any other plausible explanation and lying outright about something obvious would be a dumbass move.


"The victim of this crime was highly disrespectful towards me." Ryan says, clearly annoyed. He laces his voice with a tiny bit of power, hoping to try and calm the other two so he doesn't have to fight them. Although honestly at this point fighting someone sounds like an idea. And these two are calling him stupid so they do deserve it.


Ryan considers what he actually said and frowns. He's pretty sure that's not going to diffuse the situation, and he probably should have considered that before talking, but as always, there's not a chance he'll keep that in mind next time. Hopefully his power will help though, because even though he is definitely ready to fight, fighting the police sounds less than intelligent. 
 
Humbert bristled at the intruder's words, a low growl rumbling in his chest.  "How exactly did you know the deceased?" He asked, hand not straying from its position over his weapon.  Something set his fur up about this girl.
 
"I didn't really." Ryan says, still lacing his voice with power, enjoying the way his voice sounds smoother, and even calming himself slightly. "He bothered me after my act the other day. I'm afraid I'm not completely sure what he wanted, I basically ignored him until he left." 
 
"I think it would be best if you came with us and answered a few questions," Humbert said.  Something wasn't right.  It itched at the back of his brain.  He could feel the Wolf settling down, which was entirely out of character, while the human part of him was growing more anxious.
 
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