Realistic or Modern 𝕀 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕀𝕟 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔸 𝔽𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖

[DearWormwood]

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The forest was dark and damp with dew and just a tinge of fog swirling around the moss covered trees, It was early morning with the time being 7:56 am Gabriel notes as he glances down at his watch. Crouching down he pulls on the blue latex gloves he always keeps on his person and inspects the body. It appeared to be a male in his early to late twenties wearing what appeared to be his night clothes.

"Hardly clothes to be wearing outdoors." Gabriel mutters to himself as he then inspects the wounds. Rope burns at the hands and feet seem to indicate the victim was tied up at some point along with lacerations at non fatal points indicates the victim was tortured for some time before dying.

R-I-N-G R-I-N-G

Gabriels hand snaps to his pocket as he pulls it out and looks at the caller id. Immediately pressing the start call button he answers, "Hello?"

"Did you find them yet?!" A husky voice blares out of the phones speaker, Gabriel could practically see the frown on the callers face. "Well hello to you too." He says sarcastically, smiling as if he's had to say that exact thing hundreds of times before. "For your information, yes I have found them."

"Well?"

"Rope burns around the hands and feet seem to collaborate the story that he must've been kidnapped straight from his home, although how no one in the home heard anything I don't know." Gabriel says with a questioning tilt in his tone. "There are lacerations all over the body and well..." he grimaces. "It wasn't quick."

"Damn." The caller grumbles. "I'll let everyone know. Why don't you look around and see if the killer left anything." Standing back up and looking down at the body Gabriel sighs, "Yeah I'll do that. See ya."

What a day...
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starstucker

 

[starstucker]

aspen's day had been fairly uneventful. open up shop in whatever new location his house had found itself, give the wood nymph with mossy hair her usual order at exactly half past seven as usual, wait for another few minutes, and the serve the kind family of rabbits that visited his windowsill in search of fresh fruits and whatever aspen happened to have in stock that was new. after that, it was all serving his regulars.

it was a routine that provided some semblance of normalcy—a good thing too, because if anything unpredictable happened to afflict that routine, he was sure his airheaded and ditzy nature would have messed his day up.

of course, fate didn't seem to appreciate him much, or perhaps he'd taken too much sunlight the afternoon before, because there was something unpredictable that day.

that unpredictable thing happened to be the sickening smell of sharp iron and rotted vegetables wafting in through the cracked kitchen window. aspen had woken up from where he'd found himself taking a quick nap on his windowsill, a pillow hugged up to his chest, and had immediately recoiled at the stench.

his skin began to spark due to stress, and he'd only realized that when a particularly nasty burn found its way onto his arm. patting the sparks out with the back of his hand, he peeked his head out to see what all the fuss was.

thankfully, fleur was still asleep and she always kept her window shut, so she wouldn't be too disturbed by the permeating smell of rotting flesh and fresh blood that sat outside of their window, pungent and disgusting.

aspen didn't see the source of the smell, but he did hear some faint voices and immediately shut his window as soon as he heard them. he didn't need anyone investigating when it was about to be opening time, especially not when they could let more of that horrid smell in. that would certainly make fleur ill, and that was the last thing aspen wanted.

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Gabriel Moore

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Dusting off the mud and dirt off of his knees Gabriel looks around at the moss
covered trees when he hears what could only be described as a very soft click, as
if someone had closed a door or window. Now normally Gabriel wouldn't be
able to hear such a soft noise but in a forest where a murder recently happened?
it was dead quiet. Recalling his boss's words he figures that whoever made that
noise was possibly a lead and finding leads was his specialty even to his own
detriment.

As he slowly walks in the direction of the noise Gabriel ponders on what brought
him to this point. He was an only child born from a single mother never knowing
who his father was which led to a hideously long teenage angst phase. In fact he
never really left it until he was approached halfway through his first year of
college by a man named Harrison Sitar (affectionately called 'Boss' by Gabriel)
who quickly became a gruff mentor for Gabriel as Boss taught him everything he
needed to know about the supernatural and investigation.

Gabriel clears his head and leaves memory lane as he enters a small clearing
with a house that... "What the hell?" had a mushroom capped roof. Shaking off
the weirdness that is a house with a mushroom as a roof he waltz's up to the
door and knocks lightly.

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[starstucker]

aspen glanced up at the sound of soft knocking, his brow furrowed in a way most satisfying. the stench of rotting flesh had already been an irregular start to his morning, but the first customer of his day—who was always the same wood nymph; he even developed a habit of making her order in advance—had knocked.

his customers never knocked—they knew they didn't have to. this was someone new then, someone aspen had not met before. a disruption in his routine, a falter in his clean-cut path.

and so, being the curious little thing he was, he steeled himself and called in a soft, mellifluous voice, "my dear, you know there's no need to knock. just come in."

trying to clear the smell of blood from his walls with some of the dew he'd collected the previous night, he wrinkled his nose slightly when the dew came back stained and heavy. discarding it with a flick of the wrist, he turned his attention back to preparing himself for the morning, setting out a few extra glass bottles while he waited.

of course, he had all of his other supplies out already, as he did every morning, and he knew that fleur wouldn't be coming downstairs anytime soon—she, like her brother, was a notoriously deep sleeper. he let the familiarity of that—as scarce as it was—ground him as best as it could as he eyed the door wearily, wondering just who he'd be encountering soon.

they were rather rude about seeing the cottage earlier, he pondered as he allowed the pale sunlight of the early morning to spill into his bowl with the help of his lithe hands. did i forget to water my plants before taking a nap again? perhaps they were a bit unappealing.

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Gabriel Moore

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Creaking the door open Gabriel pokes his head around the door before shuffling
past it and closing the door behind him. Taking a look around the cottage he
notes the assortment of bottles, plants, and other baubles and freshly baked
goods. Finally looking at who he assumed was the owner of the cottage he is
momentarily stunned by how ethereal they look. Coughing into his fist
Gabriel recovers and pulls his identification out of his pocket and flashes it
towards the man.

"My names Investigator Gabriel Moore and I'd like to ask you a few questions if
you don't mind."

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[starstucker]

aspen tilted his head as he studied the person who had walked inside. a newcomer, one with the smell of blood trailing him.

now, aspen was no stranger to customers who walked into his home that were morally questionable, to say the least. in fact, he welcomed them and let them on their way with a drink and a warm goodbye—he was in no place to judge.

but the mention of investigation caused a perfect brow to raise slowly. his first thought—and he would deny this until his dying breath—was, did i do something?

"of course," he replied, against his better judgment. propping his arms up on the counter under his chest and leaning forward slightly, he tilted his head marginally to the side as he continued, "about what, sir?"

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Gabriel Moore

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Gabriel's face grimaces slightly as if he had just heard something particularly
distressing. "Ah, you can just call me Gabriel or Moore if you prefer to be formal." Taking out his notepad and pen he reads over everything he has wrote down so far and asks, "Have you seen or heard anything out of the norm? Like,
someone you don't know walking around this... forest." Taking his time to
think things over he suddenly asks trying to catch the man off guard. "Actually
are you perhaps aware there is a dead body probably not even a five minute walk
from your front doorstep?"

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[starstucker]

aspen hummed as he processed the question. "well, moore," he started as he lifted himself from the counter with an easy grace and began to continue setting up shop. "the only thing out of the norm so far is your presence."

he had this soft, calm smile that never seemed to disappear as he added, "and the smell of blood outside." that smile didn't falter as gabriel attempted to catch him off guard. what a cute attempt.

"i figured there had to be some source for that stench, so that wasn't completely out of the question," he said as he left a small pile of fruits at the windowsill. before he could say anything else, however, there was a voice from the small staircase, small and sleepy.

"gege, what's that smell?" a little girl asked, her blanket clutched in her right hand by the corner. she had to be barely older than eleven, with long black hair mussed up into a bedhead. her round toffee-colored eyes were blinking blearily as she glanced over to gabriel. "and who is this?"

"go back to bed, meimei," aspen said gently, letting his calm and graceful demeanor falter so he could take care of his sister. "don't worry about it, okay? your gege will take care of it." she stayed there for a moment, staring at gabriel with unblinking eyes, her curiosity bordering on suspicion.

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Gabriel Moore

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"Yep everything's fine, just as your... brother?" Looking over to the man, who he
still hasen't gotten the name of, "Said, everything's gonna be taken care of."
Gabriel says smiling softly trying not to spook the kid. He's always liked kids,
had to take care of a few in his few years of being a investigator. You'll never
know true heartbreak untilyou have to comfort some poor kid after either one of
their parents dies or both. He still remembers that case, he hasen't been able to
be near a vampire ever since. Don't get him wrong he doesn't care care if
someone's supernatural or not. He never has.

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[starstucker]

the little girl continued to stare, her weight shifting from foot to foot. her eyes remained trained on gabriel for a solid minute, then she nodded, slow like a cat.

"okay," she said, her voice tiny. "did we end up too far away from the town of wakefield?" aspen shook his head, and she seemed to sigh in relief. "okay. i promised marjorine we could spend time together this afternoon. miss tricia will be watching us."

"that's alright," aspen nodded. "go get ready, then. i'll give you two food for lunch, be back before dinner." she nodded in agreement and trodded back up the stairs, to which aspen let his fond smile slowly slip back into his carefully neutral expression.

"so what about this dead body has to do with us?" he asked as he continued to work. "it's understandable that you'd interrogate us since we're in the vicinity, but as far as we know, we just arrived here."

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Gabriel Moore

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Gabriel sighs softly while rubbing his tired eyes. Honestly this case was
starting to get on his nerves. Every murder perfect, no evidence, no fingerprints,
nothing. It was honestly too perfect, supernaturally perfect. Thats probably why
he was called in on this particular disappearance now confirmed murder. You see
despite only being an 'official' investigator for a few years he quickly rose up
the ranks for his keen eye and investigation skills but this case was just
abnormal. Everybody, even supernatural people, left some kind of trace, clue, or
lead but whoever this killer was left absolutely nothing.

Finally opening his eyes Gabriel looked at the man, he still needed to get his
name, and apologized, "I'm sorry for coming in here and being rude like that."
Gabriel sighs once more, "To be perfectly candid here, I'm honestly just chasing
any lead I can at this point so when I found your cottage close to the body I
thought this might be the big break."

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[starstucker]

"no need to worry," aspen waved it off dismissively as he wiped his hands clean of some of the leftover crumbs. "it's understandable. i can testify, though, that we quite literally just got here.

"our cottage..." he trailed off, tapping a perfectly manicured nail against the counter. "well, it has a habit of coming and going. it never stays in the same place for very long. just last night, i believe we were a bit further inside the forest."

he hummed for a moment, contemplating until he said, "perhaps you should ask the people that my sister is going to play with. they're in the know about almost all of the happenings in this part of the forest—try asking their caretaker, miss tricia. she usually comes around here about an hour from now to pick my sister up."

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Gabriel Moore

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Gabriel nods while starting to lean on the wall behind him. "Do you mind if I
stick around for a little bit and wait for this Miss Tricia?" He then smiles ruefully
and adds, "I promise I'll get out of your hair after I ask her some questions as
well." Feeling a buzz in his pocket Gabriel pulls out his phone and looks at the
message. It's from Boss.

Where are you?!

Typing out a quick response to let Boss know he has found a possible lead he
then puts his phone back in his pocket and glances back to the man, speaking
of, "By the way... whats your name?

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[starstucker]

aspen hummed as he greeted the family of rabbits at the window, making a bit of idle chatter with them before they hopped away with the fruits in tow.

"of course not, it's no trouble at all. make yourself at home, although there should be a few customers pouring in now. i'll direct you to miss tricia once she arrives to pick fleur up," he said as his hands continued to work with an effortless grace, as if it were mere muscle memory.

there were a few people entering the shop now, be it from the crevasses of the wall where the shadows provided entryway, through the door, or any other way they could've thought of. aspen greeted all of them with a warm smile and a cheery demeanor, his eyes sparkling like the sun through honey.

gabriel asked his question after a small ragtag group of imps had scurried through the windows and onto the counter, to which aspen paid no mind as he took their orders. "my name is aspen, dear," he replied as he let the imps go with their usual order, which was just multiple tall, clear glasses of a gold liquid that was glittery and smelled of spices. "aspen june, on paper."

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Gabriel Moore

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One Hour Later

Gabriel had never seen so many supernatural beings in such a quick succession
in such a short amount of time. He'd seen pixies, imps, hell he had even seen a
couple of wild animals! It felt like a damn Disney movie in the cottage to him. It
had been only thirty minutes when he had felt his phone buzz once more but
this time more consistently. Sliding his phone out of his pocket he looks at the
screen once more only to see Boss calling him and curses. Excusing himself to
Aspen he walks over to a deserted corner of the cottage and answers the phone,
"Hey Boss! How are ya doing?" Gabriel says smiling weakly. "Don't 'hey boss' me
Gabriel! Where are you?!' Boss's voice blares so loud Gabriel winces and pulls
the phone from his ear for a second before listening back in to Boss. "...ou don't
even tell me what your doing! 'Following a lead' doesn't tell me anything! What if
you got hurt and I wouldn't even know?"

Gabriel sighs before responding, "Look I'm sorry Boss but I might actually have
a lead on the killer. A real one. I just have to have more time, I promise
I'll check in with you after I'm done." He doesn't hear anything for a bit before, "....
Alright but next time let me know more then that your just chasing a lead. You
know what happened last time." Gabriel shudders while trying and failing to
drive away memories of a past gone by. "Yeah I know... but hey I gotta go it's
almost time for my lead to arrive. Speaking of that, try to run anything on a Miss
Tricia that possibly lives nearby. I know it's not much but it's all I have on her."

"Alright, I will. Just be careful." Boss responds before hanging up.

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[starstucker]

aspen had been serving up more than just looks in the time span between gabriel's arrival and miss tricia's. he'd been practically flying left and right, and when the crowds finally cooled down just a bit, fleur was already heading downstairs.

she was wearing a white dress with pink polka dots, one that aspen vaguely remembered her borrowing from marjorine, her friend. she was bouncing excitedly on her heels, and she'd scampered up to aspen to ask him to help her braid her hair.

as he did so with careful grace, the sound of a windchime perked his attention, and he turned to gabriel, who wasn't too far away, having just hung up on someone.

"that's miss tricia," he pointed out, gesturing to where a tall young lady with vibrant orange hair curled under a sunhat and icy blue eyes behind sunglasses was standing with a petite blonde girl who looked fleur's age, her hair tied with green ribbons to match her dress.

"i suggest you hurry with your questions. miss tricia doesn't like wasting time."

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Gabriel Moore

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Hearing Aspens words he looks up from his phone and glances at aspen
then at Miss Tricia and immediately feels the hair on the back of his neck stand
up. The overdressed nature of her attire and general demeanor clued him in but
what sealed the deal was the faint sharp sting smell of blood. Miss Tricia was a
vampire. His heart starts beating rapidly and his breathing sharpens as his
vision darkens.

Gabriel thought he was over this. Hell he even went to a therapist every other
Thursday just so this exact thing didn't happen but here he is having a panic
attack of all things. He still remembers that day clearly, he still remembers
their bod- ohgodsomeonegethelpstopthebleedingsomuchbloodwhywontitcome
offwhywo-. Finally gaining enough control of himself, Gabriel shakes his
head hard and starts doing the breathing exercises his therapist taught him.
Inhale 1... 2... 3... 4... 5, exhale 1... 2... 3... 4... 5.

Finally gaining control of himself he looks around hoping to god no one noticed
his momentary sleep up, least of all Miss Tricia.

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[starstucker]

aspen was able to pick up on the shift in gabriel's mood almost instantly. he was quick to get to work, seeing as he was familiar with things like this and had a remedy for such occurrences.

"miss tricia, stunning as always," he said warmly, swooping in effortlessly from behind the counter to place a polite kiss on her gloved hand. she smiled warmly and sat down as aspen let her hand go. "there's someone who wishes to ask you a few questions before you leave to watch the girls, if that's alright."

she nodded primly and let aspen direct her to the table that gabriel was sitting at. turning to the counter, he picked up two glasses and set them down—one for gabriel and one for her.

hers was in an intricately carved wine glass. the color of the liquid was a darker shade of red than the ribbons in her curled hair, and it smelled faintly of black cherries. gabriel's was a clear blue liquid in silver goblet, frothing like the ocean with a sweet smell.

made with the magical energy of morning dew and small sprigs of lavender, the drink aspen had given gabriel had a cooling effect that was said to help with anxiety and certain levels of panic. he was no stranger to that kind of thing, although he wasn't the best at comforting strangers, so that was his go-to.

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Gabriel Moore

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Gabriel gratefully grabs the drink and takes a sip, almost immediately
feeling most of the anxiety leave him. Glancing at the drink in his hand
suspiciously he wonders just what did he drink before realizing he has bigger
problems right then. Taking a moment to examine Miss Tricia; he once again
notes her overdressed manner and the faint smell of blood much more calmly
this time. If he wasn't sure she was a vampire before, he certainly is now as he
watches her with her cup thats certainly filled with blood.

Gathering his courage Gabriel takes another sip of his drink before saying,
"Hello Miss Tricia, I'm Investigator Gabriel Moore and I'm investigating
something that happened recently near here." Coughing to clear his throat he
continues, "I've heard you might be able to tell me about some of the goings on in
this forest."

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[starstucker]

miss tricia raised a slow brow, twirling her glass in her hand by the wrist, as she said, "investigator gabriel moore." she rolled the words off of her tongue as if testing them on her lips.

her voice was smooth and sweet, like warm tea with honey, and she continued, "what would you like to know? ask me anything, but do make it quick."

she glanced over to where marjorine was helping aspen braid fleur's hair, although one of them was noticeably doing a much sloppier job.

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Gabriel Moore

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Nodding Gabriel once again brings out his note pad and pen and asks, "Have
you seen or heard anything suspicious? Like someone you don't know wandering
the forest or perhaps... screams in the dead of night?" While he waits for her
answer he notes down all the facts he knows at this point, which isn't much.
They still hadn't really figured out the killers motives which has made them
very hard to predict and pin down. Hell they still didn't know why type of
supernatural they are! Only that they are one.

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[starstucker]

with a slow hum, she took a sip of her drink, slow and deliberate. around the rim of her glass, she said, "there are always bumps in the night and voices in the dark.

"however, i didn't hear anything out of the ordinary," she shrugged prettily, setting her drink down on the table as she crossed her arms under her chest. "nor did i see anything. there has been a stronger smell of blood from the forest as of late, though. it's been occurring for the last couple weeks."

she picked up her glass again and took a slow sip. "if that helps."

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Gabriel stares at her with a piercing look trying to discern whether shes telling
the truth or not before he asks, "And you didn't think to tell anyone about the
smell of blood thats, as you said, been occurring for weeks?"

On the outside Gabriel appears calm and collected but on the inside he is quite
annoyed. He hates these kinds of people during investigations, you know the
type, the ones that give very vague answers and if they give anything concrete at
all its very little. Snapping closed his notepad he puts it back in his
back pocket before staring at Miss Tricia once again, waiting for her answer.

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[starstucker]

aspen nibbled on his bottom lip as he tried to stay focused on his work, having finished up with marjorine and fleur already. he didn't want any ruckus in his shop, certainly not with his little sister around, so he tried to keep a close ear out to make sure that nothing happened.

meanwhile, miss tricia could practically smell the agitation from this man and was feeding off of it happily. "we're in a forest full of supernatural people, darling. the smell of blood is rather common, especially to creatures like me."

she knew he'd pieced together what exactly he was, and she continued, "unfortunately, though, that's the only semblance of a lead i can give you. there's a run-down shack in the forest, near where the pixies nest. i've noticed that the smell tends to get stronger there, but i haven't investigated myself for a number of reasons."

tags: DearWormwood

honeypot.

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