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The Alchemists (Start-Up)

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"52. South 43rd right now...There's blood everywhere..." A police officer said into the radio. There was police tape lined up around the entire scene, and inside, there was indeed blood everywhere, as well as two bodies, and one missing child. Mayor Ernst flipped off the TV in his office. He rubbed his temples, and turned to the commissioner of the police.

"Do you realize I don't need this right now?" He said, his voice shaking slightly. He was visibly depressed. "This is the third time this month, and your detectives don't have any leads!"

"We've been trying..." The commissioner said.

"Trying isn't good enough. I just started, I don't need this in the first month I've had my job!" Mayor Ernst said, half to Commissioner Harry, and half to nobody in particular.

"The government's sending people."

"...What? Why are they...?" The mayor said. As far as he knew, the government never did these things unless the case was some sort of national thing.

"I dunno either. They said it's classified."

"Great...Just great. I'm going to go see what's going on. You're coming with." Mayor Ernst said, putting on a coat over his orange colored suit. It was the exact color of the leaves outside.
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Meanwhile, another David, this one David Law, had just arrived at the scene of the crime. The badge he got in the mail along with a letter telling him to investigate the case got him in. Upon entering, he had to leave almost immediately. "I hope someone else comes soon." David was normally fairly stoic, but he had no stomach for blood.

OOC: So, TL;DR, our group has been sent to investigate a string of murder/kidnappings under the guise of working for the government. Good luck!
 
OOC: All alchemist know each other, right?

Triess walked up and saw David, looking kind off sick.

"That bad?"
 
OOC: Yeah. At the very least they know each other's names, and more likely than not know each other's powers. Alchemists tend to be pretty organized.

"I am not going back in there." David said. He was slightly green. "Or at least not near the bodies. I'll just talk with the police." He nodded, running out.

It was pretty bad. Both the parents were dead, with huge gashes covering their bodies. Both the bedroom and the living room was a mess, with most of the furniture knocked over, some of it apparently on purpose. Oddly, the bedroom the child was in was totally intact. There was a couch near the door, likely put there by the killer to stop anyone from escaping. How he got it there without waking up anyone was anyone's guess.
 
Senri managed to arrive at the crime scene. "How grusome... I'll make the one's responsible pay... Dearly." Senri announced, wincing a little from from the Rust like smell of the blood. "This was an innocent family that didn't deserve to die." He said, thinking back at how this could've easily been him a fear years ago.
 
Triess walked in frowning. It was bad. She sighed. She wasn't here to stand around, so she might as well get to work.

First the obvious the door was blocked off to prevent escape. That made sense, but not the other furniture. It was done on purpose, but it didn't seem to be organized in anyway. She walked near the parents' bodies to examine the wounds to see what caused them.
 
The bodies were covered in wounds from a very sharp sword, it seemed. Further, some of the wounds were very minor. The killer was clearly skilled - each person was killed by a wound directly to the jugular - but was taking their time, as evidenced by the many smaller wounds. The woman in particular, who was slumped over near the entrance, having clearly been trying to escape. The father was in the bedroom, just opposite the child's room. The bedroom was even more disheveled then the entry room, possibly indicating he tried to fight the killer.

"From what the detectives said, the guy who did this is good. They don't even know how he got in." David said. He had covered his nose, and was turned away from the body. Suddenly, a man in a loud suit walked in, followed by a short, plump man.

"And now you're letting children in a crime scene?!" The mayor yelled. "Just don't...Don't tell me they have a talking dog. I swear to god I will fire all of you if they have a talking dog."
 
"My apartemnt doesn't allow pets." She said absentmindedly while examining the scene.

"This took a while, so the killer had to have had a way to make sure no-one heard the struggle. Wouldn't the neighbors have heard any screams?"
 
"Don't underestimate me..." Senri warned. "You might regret it..." He said with a devilish grin, His red eyes sparkling in the light.
 
"Probably not." David said. "The house is pretty isolated, and there are lots of trees around..." David shivered. He decided to go into the kid's room. He looked at himself in the mirror.

"You're a kid...Why...Why did they let you..." The mayor said.

"They're with the government." An officer said.
 
Ame looked for other ways to get in. There was no forced entry, so there either had to be another way in, the killer had somehow gotten a key, or the killer was let in for whatever reason.

Or magic was involved, which is the most likely since they were called here.
 
The front and back doors were both still locked when the police arrived. They had unlocked the back door to get in. The windows were also all locked, due to the cold weather lately.

"Oh god." The mayor said. He turned green when he saw the woman's body, and turned away. "I'm...I'm going. I..." He walked out of the house, with the expression of a broken man.

"I have no idea what the government is thinking, but good luck." The commissioner said, following his boss out."

"Apparently this is pretty similar to two other cases." David said to Ame. "All three of them had both parents killed and a child kidnapped."
 
Triess raised an eyebrow. "Oh boy," She said sarcastically. "I wonder what that could mean." More seriously. "So some sort of ritual could be involved...or it could be a cult of cannibals that ritualistically..." She cut off and thought about it for a while.
 
"If you ask me, it's something supernatural." Senri said. "5 bucks says it was a demon..."
 
"No shit, sherlock." David said. He looked around. "Not everyone's here, but you guys want me to call everyone and tell them to meet us at the next place?"

OOC: Shall we stop for tonight? Give the others a chance to post?
 
"It could also be a cult that want's to summon a demon, or become a demon, or wants a demon to give them powers." She replied to Senri. To David. "Alright."
 
"Either way, I'll make the one's responsible pay... Dearly." Senri said coldly. "I'll give them the gift of a bullet in the head."
 
"As you'd like. I'm mainly our field analysts, so you can guess what I'll be doing."
 
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"Honey, the post's here! There's something for you, too," the voice of Colin Everett's mother called up the stairs. His ears ringing, he swung his legs out from under his covers, sitting up as the sunlight fluttered through the crack in his bedroom curtains. With a yawn, he stretched, and then pushed himself from the bed to get dressed in his plain attire. As he came to the bottom of the steps after exiting the room, his mother handed him a brown envelope. Instinctively, he knew that this was something serious, judging by the seal. Taking it back up to his room, he flounced upon his bed and tore it open, hungry for information -- it wasn't all that often that he personally got a letter.

The most noticeable thing to happen was that a badge fell out -- one that Colin recognised to be one seen on government officials, as he'd seen them on the news before. Unfolding the letter, he read through without a word. When he finished, he looked towards the badge, his jaw set grimly. That day, for him, obviously was not going to be a great one. Standing up once more, he swung on a black jacket over his t-shirt, taking the government badge up in his hand as he left his room.

He was met on the landing by his mother. "Bad news?" she asked, noting his apparel. Her wrinkles seemed to deepen with worry, her grey eyes stormy and unreadable. She brushed her dark hair out of her eyes.

"Something like that. I've got to go right now. I'm sorry," he replied, his words coming out as wisps of light -- the light something only he perceived. He pulled open the front door, stepping neatly outside. The door swung shut as he walked down the driveway, and he sighed loudly. When he reached the end of his street, he was greeted by a whir of cars going in either direction, and he waited patiently until he saw a taxi. After he hailed it, the yellow vehicle juddered to a halt. Opening the back door, Colin swung inside. The driver looked a little apprehensive after seeing his badge, like Colin would catch him out on some bad thing or other that he'd done.

"Where's it to, sir?" he asked in a thick accent that Colin couldn't quite grasp. As he replied with the location, the driver was off like a rocket. A pleasant drive later, Colin arrived at a few minutes' walk from the scene of the crime. It seemed hardly any time passed at all in those few moments it took to walk there, but, when he did arrive, he ducked under the police tape, swiftly walking into the establishment. After a short exploration, he encountered a group of people who seemed roughly to be his age, accompanied by various other people, including the mayor.

He learned of the various cases -- how parents had been killed and children simply taken rather than meeting the same fate as their parents immediately. Being someone who possessed knowledge of the magic that truly existed in the world, his mind jumped to various conclusions at once. One, that all the gashes noted on the bodies of the parents would obviously have produced a lot of blood -- and blood contained a magnetic affluent which is possible to transfer to someone else if this person is exposed to a lot of this blood. Perhaps someone who had power over magnetism or the like might have been involved?

As for the kidnapping of the children, the most obvious thing that occurred to Colin was that whoever had kidnapped them was probably planning on raising them to follow whatever dark ways they were involved in. Finally, the unknown entry method sounded pretty much to Colin like someone had merely entered by supernatural means, such as the manipulation of space in order to achieve a teleportation effect or the like. All of these deductions made sense to Colin, at least. He shared them with the others in a quiet voice to see what they thought.
 
"A magnetic whoffluent? It looks like all the blood is there, and they tested it. The police said they didn't find anything abnormal." David said. They had arrived at the house that had previously been raided. Nobody had cared enough to clean it up, so it was in much the same state as the first house, sans dead bodies on the floor. David looked at the large mirror in the front room. There was also a large piece of furniture - this time a table - in front of the door. One of the paintings had been torn by a hook-like implement.

"Apparently, the father had his throat torn out at this house." David said.
 
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