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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tokiwong" data-source="post: 1411716" data-attributes="member: 961">Interlude #1In the meanwhile at Pepperdine University...Officer James was a rookie, maybe a year under his belt at most.  He joined the force for all the right reasons and up until now, he had thought he had seen some bad things.  But the scene inside classroom was simply something he just did not expect.  Although the body was removed, the visceral and blood still remained undisturbed while forensics and homicide continued their on-site investigation.  He had made the mistake out of curiosity to just look in and see what all the fuss was about and was assault with imagery of bloody pictograms, symbols, and writing splattered over the walls.He nearly lost his breakfast.  He stood transfixed and didn’t even here the voice of the inspector behind him.  “Excuse me officer,” Detective Rose raised his voice, getting the rookie’s attention.Officer James turned, “Oh my god,” he muttered, “I mean Detective… Detective Rose, sir, I wasn’t aware you were coming down here. Homicide is already down here, I don’t think they need Special Investigations-”“Excuse me,” Detective Rose brushed pass the rookie, stepping under the police tape.  He was tall and had a muscular, yet lithe build.  His skin was smooth, almost like porcelain, and his light hair was long, in an androgynous way, that gave him a mysterious and powerful presence.Officer James blinked, “Detective, can I help you?”“Close the door,” Detective Rose spoke over his shoulder.  The rookie shivered and simply obeyed without question.  There was something about Detective Rose that scared him to the very fiber of his soul.  And getting on his bad side was not something he thought he would enjoy.Inside the room Detective Rose admired the scene with a cursory glance.  His keen eyesight picking up nuances and details that even the most trained eyes could miss.  He paced the room, following a careful path, taking care not to disturb the scene, and damage any evidence.  He paused when he came to the strange script scrawled on the walls, a simple mantra repeated over and over, in a script that flowed like flayed flesh over the jagged edge of a knife.“Mammon, my master grant us your favor… with this blood grant us power!” Detective Rose read the words aloud in a language not native to this world.  But a tongue he was well versed in, that of the infernal, the beings of the pit.  A language that fouled the air itself by its mere utterance, it was like sweet music, if the music was sang by dying children in the midst of a slaughter.Detective Rose glanced to the door, and then waved his hand concentrating, as he tapped into a well spring of power that flowed all around him.  It was like playing the tapestry of creation.  He finished the motion by uttering a command word under his breath, and opened his eyes.  The world was vivid with colors that danced and shimmered over the room, dark and oppressive colors that choked the life of the room.  Detective Rose scowled, as his eyes danced from one pictogram and symbol to another, each charged with lingering power.  The room itself buzzed with the remnants of some spent energy that was foul, and otherworldly.The scene brought a smile to the Detective’s face.He pulled out his cell phone and tapped the speed dial with a single graceful motion.  He waited for the distant end to pick up before speaking, “I was right,” he started slowly speaking in a tongue that was smooth and lyrical and seemed to dance in the air with grace and beauty, “we are dealing with a rogue.  Actually more then one rogue, and they are trying to draw favor from Mammon.”He paused for a moment, “Yes that Mammon, they have talent I will give them that.  But they don’t work for us either, and chances are if they have come this far, we are dealing with fanatics.”The detective paused once more, before replying, “I understand milord.”  He turned the phone off and placed it in his jacket.  He folded his arms, the days was going to be long, but for the moment these rogues were a low priority it seemed some trash had rolled into town.The Detective grinned, he enjoyed cleaning up messes.</blockquote>

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