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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Sept 17, 2012 10:36:44 GMT -5
Camden dropped his backpack on the bed, and threw his jacket on a chair. He'd been sent here to retrieve a Precious that had been detected in the area, but something was wrong. In this town, a few miles north of London, there had been several mysterious deaths where the victims had been fried to a crisp. The only thing they could find on the bodies was a handprint, the only part not burnt. Camden suspected that the Precious was behind it, remembering the brouhaha with the bloodstone back in Chicago.
Camden put his jacket back on, heading outside to see if he could get any leads on the Precious.
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Post by Jack Drake on Sept 17, 2012 10:50:32 GMT -5
Drake had come along, well, come after. He had wanted to make sure that Camden could handle it. He was so used to doing things himself that he had to be sure this newcomer to the group could operate properly.
Hew as walking in as Camden was leaving.
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Sept 17, 2012 11:32:28 GMT -5
Camden noticed his boss, and said, "Hey boss." as he walked past. In the village proper, he began walking toward the local coroner's office. He fingered the fake Interpol badge in his pocket, which he'd acquired earlier and it was part of his mission gear. He walked toward the office, to inspect the bodies.
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Post by Jack Drake on Sept 17, 2012 11:33:20 GMT -5
Jack watched him go. He was going to stay back and observe more than anything for now.
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Sept 17, 2012 17:04:55 GMT -5
Upon arrival at the office, Camden flashed the badge and was led to the body storage, where the coroner's assistant proceeded to pull out 4 bodies, burned black except for the handprint.
"Are there any other bodies with strange markings or scars?" Camden asked the assistant.
"There's John. He's in..." the assistant scanned the drawer labels, then pulled one out. The man looked haggard, aged, with wrinkles on his face and sunken eyes.
"Where are these markings?" Camden asked.
"His back." The assistant replied, turning the man over to reveal what looked like 12 small bruises, arranged in 4 rows of 3 down his back.
"Interesting indeed." Camden said, taking a mental note of the bruise positions.
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Post by Selina Moon/Leon Young on Sept 17, 2012 22:32:44 GMT -5
Leon had been told that there were strange things going on, so he was sent to report on it and send the information back. America would love this sort of story, his people figured, so he was there, waiting to find out what he could.
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Sept 18, 2012 18:56:25 GMT -5
Camden went over a few things in his head, like the position of the bruising. That was fairly peculiar. Unless he was attacked by a very skillful paintball player right before being killed, those bruises weren't natural. Then he remembered the man's hair appeared to be standing up. It hadn't been something he'd noticed, but hindsight's 20/20.
Then he heard a sound like electricity crackling. "Oh boy." Camden muttered as he steered that way, finding a house with flashing lights in the windows. He heard screams inside and drew his gun, prepared to shoot.
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Post by Selina Moon/Leon Young on Sept 18, 2012 19:33:57 GMT -5
Leon saw it too as he walked, running that way. There was something very wrong here. He drew his Griphone just in case he would need magic.
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Sept 18, 2012 20:11:05 GMT -5
Camden kicked the door in, and did a double take at the smell that rolled out. He smelled quite a bit of burnt flesh and hair, and it was enough to make him vomit a little in his mouth. He swallowed it back and pressed ahead, seeing a few fried corpses.
"Funsies." Camden muttered as he continued in, turning a corner to see a man, with a work shirt, jeans and work boots on, and electricity running over his skin. He had his back turned to Camden, allowing him to catch a glimpse of something on his back, but unable to see it, since the lights were out. The man leapt out a window and ran off, Camden giving chase.
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Post by Selina Moon/Leon Young on Sept 18, 2012 21:15:56 GMT -5
Leon arrived, seeing someone strange running. Well, that was something he should look after, right? He took off running, seeing Camden as well.
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Sept 18, 2012 21:48:12 GMT -5
The man rounded a corner and doubled over in pain, electricity arcing over his body. Camden rounded not long after, pointing his gun at the man and finally getting a good look at the thing attached to his back. "Oh my god, that's just wrong." Camden muttered, lowering the gun. The man turned, with what looked like a strange mix of animalistic rage and fear in his eyes, and leapt at Camden, who immediately rolled out of the way, taking aim. |
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Post by Selina Moon/Leon Young on Sept 18, 2012 21:49:08 GMT -5
Leon stopped and watched. What was that? Whatever it was, he might have to do something about it. He drew out one of his tickets, ready to punch it.
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Sept 18, 2012 21:55:29 GMT -5
The man noticed Leon, and yelled, "GO! Before I do something else I'll regr-AARRRGGHH!!" The man screamed as electricity began coursing over his body again. Suddenly, he went slack and dropped over.
"Oh god." Camden muttered as he holstered his gun and looked at the man. He had fallen facefirst, so he could clearly see his back. His shirt was pockmarked with the same marks that John had on his back, and in the same places. The bushes rustled near Leon, and Camden's head snapped around, hand on his gun.
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Post by Selina Moon/Leon Young on Sept 18, 2012 21:56:28 GMT -5
Leon span around, ready to transform, not bothering to hide the items in hand. This was both interesting and disturbing.
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Sept 19, 2012 0:28:45 GMT -5
More rustling, and it was gone. Camden holstered his gun and said, "What's up with the golden ticket there, Wonka?" gesturing at the GripPhone and ticket.
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