IG's Legend of The Ripper [IC]

[PhoenixAsh]

Dacen Athrin, Human Cleric of St. Cuthbert HP: 8/9

"Mari Kell," Dacen murmurs thoughtfully. "Yes we're prepared if we meet her - as much as we can be, at least. We've come across her before, and she nearly got the better of us."

Straightening, he offers a hand and a smile to Ray, "Let me help you up, no reason to stay back here with all the dust and clutter. Maybe we can clean you up a bit too. That's Rexy by the way and Fen beside her. Do you mind answering her question?"

Keep her calm, Dacen. She still has the look of a cornered animal, she could be dangerous.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

This Dacen seems awfully cheerful. Doesn't he know what just happened? We're talking not ten feet from the body of my best friend! Ray felt more tears trickle down her cheeks at Dacen's attempt at kindness. Surely he didn't mean anything by it... unless he was mad.

She shot a quick glance around at the others, and was brought up short by the young woman's gruff question.

"How I got in? I... I came in through the roof," she says softly, slowly standing up, still keeping her eyes downcast.

 

[Rhun]

"Ask a simple question, get a simple answer," says Rexy under her breath. Rexy turns with a shrug to investigate the rest of the attic. The terrified woman was obviously not the killer, and there was strength in numbers.

 

[Autumn]

[sblock=OOC]FYI the older man would be Fen, my character, not Rexy (who asked the question). Rexy is a young girl. [/sblock]

As soon as it becomes apparent that the hiding girl was not a danger, Fen's attention had been less on her and more on her murdered friend.

He narrows his eyes, chewing away on his tobacco for a few moments before rasping out his thoughts. "I call this pretty odd."

He doesn't seem to make many allowances for the fact that the distraught Ray no doubt finds the situation far worse than 'odd'. Words like 'tact' and 'delicacy' are apparently abstract concepts only to Fen.

"I thought we had us a pattern here - all the ones cut up so far were men. Figured it was Mari Kell's spirit on a revenge kick, slicin' up johns. Makes sense, since it was a man who killed her all those years ago, right? But now we got us a dead girl, and... hey, wait. Whassyername. Ray. You saw the ghost kill her? Or just saw her by the body?"

The gaze he turns on Ray is hard and inquisitive, face shadowed and unsmiling beneath the broad brim of his hat.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Rayel quivers under Fen's gaze, shaking down to her boots in fear and repressed nausea, not to mention shock.

"The woman... she was like a ghost-bride, weeping. I saw her next to Prel-." Her color goes distinctly greenish for a moment. "She looked at me, then backed away and disappeared."

Reflexively she fumbles for her backpack, shrugging it not onto her back in the conventional fashion, but on her front, and wraps her arms around it tightly, burying her face in its dusty leather top.

 

[PhoenixAsh]

Dacen Athrin, Human Cleric of St. Cuthbert HP: 8/9

Dacen frowns at Fen's lack of tact, but what he says makes no less sense because of it. "Never mind, Ray. You should sit down." He sweeps a hand across a dusty crate making an unnecessary and ineffectual attempt to clean its surface, then puts his hand on her shoulder and urges her to sit down upon it, his healer's instinct kicking in upon seeing her sickly pallor.

"Just take a few deep breaths, alright? This is a lot to take in, I know. Now. I know it’s hard, but can you tell me a little about Prel? We're trying to understand what's happened, and anything you tell us might help. You've been searching for her right? How long had she been gone?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Yes... yes, I was out of the area for a while, working, and I didn't come back for almost two years. That was a couple weeks ago, and I went around asking for Prel, and people said that she had come here. I wasn't exactly sure how long she had been here, because it took me a while to track her down. Oh, if I had just be faster or stronger I could have saved her!" Prel had been looking more and more miserable as she spoke, and now simply burst into tears again, hugging her backpack and pressing her face into its cool bulk to absorb her tears.

 

[Rhun]

Rexy continues to poke about the attic, while listening carefully to the conversation.

 

[PhoenixAsh]

Dacen Athrin, Human Cleric of St. Cuthbert HP: 8/9

Dacen nods slowly, glancing over at the body. I should take a look at it, see how long she's been dead.

"Don't blame yourself Ray, blame the murderer. Mourn your friend. Help us bring the killer to justice and you'll be doing right by her. But take what time you need, I'm just going to check Prel real quick. I'm going to try and see if I can tell about how long she's been here, okay?"

Dacen offers her a quick smile, then goes over to Prel's body and inspects it to try and determine how long she has been dead.

OOC: Heal Check +6, if applicable.

 

[industrygothica]

Rexy doesn't find anything of use in boxes and crates the attic.

Dacen thinks that Prel has been dead for not more than a day. In fact, it is quite possible that she was being killed last night while you were safely sleeping in the abandoned warehouse.

[sblock=ooc]Feel guilty yet? [/sblock]