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In the City of New York, there lived an extraordinary group of Fables simply trying to get by in our Mundane world. They live among us, never bothering a soul outside of their community. While insular, they were still quick to call this new city home. ...there was a a piece of metal formed deep beneath the Earth. After months and months of excavation it was found and refined just as it's brothers were.  Some would go to cars, some to planes, and others to cheaply made kitchenware. This bit of metal was special however, and it was made an ingot, and forged into a powerful weapon. Jacketed in a brass case, it was shipped like millions of others across the sea, destined to find it's way into the possession of a man with a sick heart living in Newark.  After a few months lying in a dark crate, this lead was finally released to a very intent owner, knowing that it was just the right fit. Finally, fit snugly and confined in a chamber, it knew it was home. Quite the adventure, but it knew even though it was small, it would still mean something, it would be important. It's joy lasted but a brief moment as a burst of fire and ecstasy throws it into the air, letting it sore above the world.  But this story, as all good stories do, takes a turn. Unable to stop it's course it has no choice but to follow it's direction as it goes through a window just before it bursts and spreads through a young mans forehead, with his skull quickly following suit. The metal was cleaved in all directions, lying in a cooling mass of blood and brains, left alone for hours upon hours until the real story begins... Posting conventions Post your Character sheet if you have one in your first post. If you don't have a sheet yet don't freak out, just post. pre:Fable Name Stuff you are describing and do that is not contested Stuff you want to do that is contested (please use orokos if possible) quote:September 3, 1972
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Johannes Hummel "Poor son of a bitch. As if gouging his eyes out on the regular wasn't bad enough..." Johannes frowned as he stepped over the threshold of Kay's modest apartment, familiar creases in his face furrowing as he took in the carnage of the scene. "Who called it in?" No sheet, no skills to throw yet but let's establish some ground floor facts for my first post! pre:Johannes Hummel, the Brave Tailor, King in Exile Mr/Mrs Fable
Sex M
Virtue Pride
Vice Sloth
Concept
Alignment ?
Affiliation Sheriffs
Chronicle Fables and Exodus
Attributes
Intelligence Presence Strength
Wits Manipulation Dexterity
Resolve Composure Stamina
Skills
Academics Animal Ken Athletics
Computer Empathy Brawl
Crafts Expression Drive
Investigation Intimidation Firearms
Medicine Persuasion Larceny
Occult Socialize Stealth
Politics Streetwise Survival
Science Subterfuge Weaponry
Specialities
Subterfuge (Bluffing)
Athletics (Sprinting)
Crafts (Sewing)
Powers
Boost - Manipulation
Luck Luck+Powerlevel
ITEM - Ring of Dispel - Negation Field (3 yards, 1 verve)
(Gamma, Object(Weakness) Extras (Impenetrable -2 to all power activation within the field, Fixed
- 2 automatic successes instead of rolling and can revert creatures in other forms)
ITEM - The Duke's Cloak - Teleport **
(Beta Object(Weakness), Extra (Combat Teleport - two automatic attempts a round to teleport out of harms way)
Merits
Resources -
Contacts (The King's Club) - A social club of Fable gentlemen who 1) Still consider themselves to be Kings despite their
temporary embarrassment and circumstances 2) Are generally older, stodgy, patriarchal with a mix of those born into
royalty and those who won their thrones through adventure. The club's founding members, King Arthur (Military), King
Thrushbeard (Music), and King Midas (Finance) are on genial terms with one another and hold a card game on Fridays
which Johannes occasionally attends.
Allies - Gerhardt Knecht - (former) Knight of Silbermark; Rudi Drumm - Pardoned thief; Dorothy Gale - Witch of Oz (Powerful Ally)
Weakness
Advantages
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Willpower |
Power Level
Verve |
Morality |
Size
Speed |
Armour
Defence
Initiative |
XP:
Attribute: Composure +2 25xp
Attribute: Manipulation+1 20xp
Skill: Streetwise +2 9xp
Skill: Empathy +2 9xp
Skill: Larceny +1 6xp
Skill: Athletics +1 3xp
Boost: Manipulation+2 15xp
Power: Luck +2 15xp
ITEM: Ring of Dispel 21xp
ITEM: The Duke's Cloak 15xp
Merit: Allies 12xp
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Aug 8, 2014 02:45
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Bufkin flies around the apartment like, well, a winged monkey. He's never been allowed to be in a crime scene before due to his refusal to engage in a glamour. This provides a rare opportunity for him. "Sir, we've never had a murder in Fabletown. Very exciting." He opens cupboard after cupboard looking for Liquor until he finds a cache. Kay has far more booze than you would have imagined. It's enough that it's appearance is worrisome. "Charming sent his troll (Olga) here and busted down the door after she didn't get a response. He's been dead for at least a day, maybe even longer, no one noticed he was missing. He's been withdrawn."
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Aug 8, 2014 02:55
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Johannes Hummel "I see. Did Mr. Charming also happen to mention why he was looking for Kay in the first place?" He knelt beside the corpse, prodding at the red ruin that was Kay's head. "Greta, if we find the rest of his skull could you bring him back?"
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Aug 8, 2014 03:08
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Hans Furchtlos Hans looks around the room, and whistles impressed at the large booze storage. He then turns back to the corpse. "I doubt it. We'd need tweezers and a magnifying glass to fix that." Hans is surprised by the murder. This sort of thing never ends well.
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Aug 8, 2014 03:19
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Tsarevna Dressed in her heavy winter coat and fur-lined hat, as she always did when the seasons turned towards cold, Tsarevna looked a little too well dressed for attending a crime scene. But that never stopped her before. " I don't care if that's how you're 'used' to doing it, Ella." Tsarevna was sternly telling off Elphaba again, something that happened really quite often since she was transferred over to the Sheriff's Department. "This isn't the Thirteenth Floor, we're out in public. We need to stay inconspicuous, which your wand isn't. The only magic you're allowed to throw around out here are glamours. Understood?" While Tsarevna wasn't usually this stern on the other Sheriffs, she really didn't like magic. The crime scene wasn't especially bloody for her, in the grand scheme of things, but the fact there was a murder on one of their own was deeply troubling. "Chort Vozmi." She curses under her breath. "Kay." She kneels down, looking over the body. "Somebody didn't like you doing you job, my friend." She mutters to herself, noting the headshot. This was 100% deliberate, somebody murdered Kay. The rest of the room needed looking over, so Tsarevna gets up to do just that. "Bufkin, don't even think about drinking on the job." Tsarevna warns the monkey, looking over the stash of drink. "Drinking to forget?" She suggests. "His job was hardly kind to him." She turns to look at the body. "But then this is far from suicide. Perhaps a death wish?" She talks out loud to herself, looking for the entrance point of whatever blew apart Kay's head. "Most likely a slaying." pre:Name Tsarevna Sex Female Virtue Fortitude Vice Wrath Concept Russian princess Alignment xxx Affiliation Sheriffs Chronicle Fables and Exodus
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Attributes
Intelligence () Presence Strength (|)
Wits Manipulation Dexterity
Resolve Composure Stamina
Skills
Academics Animal Ken Athletics
Computer Empathy Brawl
Crafts Expression Drive
Investigation Intimidation (|) Firearms
Medicine Persuasion Larceny
Occult Socialize Stealth
Politics Streetwise Survival
Science Subterfuge Weaponry
Specialities
Investigation (Crime Scenes)
Occult (Slavic Fables and Magic)
Weaponry (Swords)
Powers
Daughter of Koschei
Armour
(Beta, When damaged, each in Armour downgrades one level of damage one category)
Durability
(Alpha, Every in Durability grants character one additional health level)
Invulnerability w/ Extra: Broad Category
(Gamma, Negates one success from physical attacks)
Regeneration
(Gamma, auto heals one level of bashing damage, or downgrades one level of lethal damage, per )
Wise Warrior Queen
Mega-Attribute
(Gamma, add for rolling and meeting prerequisites/reduce penalty by three, Strength)
Mega-Attribute
(Gamma, add for rolling and meeting prerequisites/reduce penalty by three, Intelligence)
Mega-Skill
(Beta, add for rolling and meeting prerequisites/reduce penalty by three, Intimidation)
Magic in the Blood
Illusion
(Beta, Subvert senses of others, 1 Verve, Intelligence + Expression + Illusion)
Sword Kladnets
Super Speed w/ Weakness: Attached to Sword Kladnets, Specialised
(Alpha, 1 Verve/turn *Gain +1 Defence and Initiative per dot *Speed is multiplied by dots in Super Speed plus one
*Can activate at any point in a turn including during someone elses turn and before rolling initiative
*1 Verve to take an additional rolled action per dot per turn with cumulative -1 penalty and no multiple dice pools
*Special dash attack! Get up to full speed before doing so, slam target with body, or strike them with a limb or weapon.
To get up to this speed, move at least 10 yards in a straight line, then make a single melee attack as an instant action.
This attack has a +1 bonus for each 5 yards moved or for each dot in Super Speed, whichever is lower.)
Merits
Resources ()
Approximately $500 disposable income and $1000 of assets. 'Modest' would be an overstatement,
but after so long on the battlefront Tsarevna had gotten used to living it rough when she is not at home.
So she is happy to live in her spartan apartment on the very edge of Fabletown, waiting patiently for the
day her Ivan will return and make their house a home. She doesn't think it's right to settle down in comfort
and opulence without her husband there to share it all with.
Status: War Veteran ()
Standing, authority and respect from commanding part of the war effort. A warrior queen like no other,
Tsarevna's exploits during the war against The Adversary are well known and still remembered. She lead from
the front, being the first into battle and the last to cover a retreat. Her tactical knowledge and military
strategies saw her armies win victories where so often The Kingdom suffered nothing but defeats. Today
she tries to not think about those days, for they were dark times. But Tsarevna stands ready to lead the
fight again should Fabletown ever come under threat.
Enhanced Item ()
Curved sword, +1 damage die, 9 again. One of the few keepsakes of Ivan she has, Kladenets is an
enchanted sword that is famous across many Slavic tales. A deadly weapon, even a child could use it and
put down a trained swordsman in a bloody mess of a fight. Tsarevna is just the latest owner, with her
husband holding claim to the sword for the longest time out of anyone. Legend has it that the sword
was forged on the island of Buyan until it was raised in anger against the North Wind. Kladenets managed
to somehow cut the North Wind, and the sword drunk deep of his blood. Ever since, Kladenets has swolen
with the power and swiftness of a mighty winter storm.
Danger Sense ()
+2 on reflexive Wits + Composure tolls to detect impending ambushes. Regularly leading troops
into battle, Tsarevna acts as her own scout. There's simply not often a better choice, and never one who
can escape and survive if discovered by the enemy. She has developed a sharp eye and keen ear for noticing
ambushes before they have a chance to happen, and when she suspects something she never leaves it
alone without checking it out.
Iron Stamina ()
Ignore up to -2 brought on by injury or fatigue. Upon resting, sleep like the dead for twelve hours.
Having spent her life trudging through ice and snow, as frog, bird, and human, Tsarevna has built up an
extraordinary endurance over the years. This is no magic, just pure determination and resilience that has
kept her going longer and harder than most Fables could manage.
Striking Looks ()
+1 to all Presence or Manipulation rolls when using looks to entertain, persuade, distract or deceive.
As much as she is strong and deadly, Tsarevna is also striking and beautiful. While it is true many Fables
are somewhat good looking, Tsarevna is one of the fairest among the fair. She is not known for using her
looks to get something she wants, which makes it all the more convincing when she decides she needs to.
Her beauty is owed to her mother no doubt, whoever she is, as it couldn't at all be from the repulsive form
of her father.
Equipment
Damage Size Durability Notes
Sword Kladenets 4 (Lethal) 2 (Long Jacket) 3 +1 Damage from position of height, 9 again
Weakness
N/A
Advantages
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Willpower
Power Level
Verve |
Morality |
Size
Speed ||(||||)
Armour
Defence ()
Initiative (|)
XP:
Attribute: Resolve +1 10xp
Attribute: Dexterity +1 10xp
Skill: Investigation +2 9xp
Skill: Occult +1 9xp
Skill: Politics +2 6xp
Skill: Empathy +1 6xp
Skill: Expression +2 6xp
Skill: Intimidation +1 12xp
Skill: Brawl +1 9xp
Skill: Survival +1 6xp
Skill: Weaponry +2 12xp
Power: Armour 2 10xp
Power: Durability 2 6xp
Power: Illusion 1 5xp
Power: Invulnerability 7xp
Power: Mega-Attribute 7xp
Power: Mega-Attribute 7xp
Power: Mega-Skill 5xp
Power: Regeneration 7xp
Power: Super Speed 2 6xp
Advantage: Morality -1 +5xp
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Greta Vogel Greta looked away from her own stock-taking of the apartment. "I'm not sure, Johannes -- I could try, but I don't like my chances. If he'd just fractured his skull, maybe, but with this much of the brain gone? I might bring something back, but I don't think it'd be a person, let alone Kay. Besides, we're in public." She cast a glance over the alcohol. "I'm hardly surprised he drank. If I had his job, I would too."
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Aug 8, 2014 03:56
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Ella "Oh don't worry the Great White... Tsarina, was quite apt to remind me of that Greta too. I don't think we could put him back together again. I am still very skeptical of this wine. This is a large amount to stockpile." Ella says holding the wine up to her nose and sniffing it.
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Aug 8, 2014 04:11
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Greta can restore the recently dead, this body is stale. Bufkin responds after his second bottle. He pops a cork off, hitting Ella square in the eye. Ella grabs the cork and smells it. Just wine. "I don't know sir, He's only a few floors above us." Tsarevna finds a bullet hole in the glass but something is not right about it. The break in it is a very long oval, and higher than she would have assumed. Something is very wrong about the angle this bullet took.
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Ella "Oh thank you, sweetie. Let me see-" The cork hit Ella in the eye and she starts mumbling curses, and cradling it for a moment. "Be more careful, Bufkin. You might hurt me, and I would hate to have to-" Ella almost growls the last line before coughing for a moment and composing herself. She couldn't afford to screw it up, not because of Tsarevna, but more because of the other woman in her life. She only had one more chance to, "I would hate to have you be restricted to the Business Office all the time, wouldn't you Lovely." She says with restrained anger. "Oh I guess it is just wine, I thought it would be something exciting." Ella takes a sip and swishes it around in mouth and swallows. "Not very good wine even more so." Ella looks around the apartment more trying to determine if there was anything else that could possibly be amiss about the situation. Kay's ability alone was enough for many people to murder, but why so blatant?
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Despite the proximity to the Woodlands, no one reported gun fire any time recently. Tsarevna continues measuring the hole and begins doing some clear calculations in her head. The bullets entry does not seem to make sense. It looks like the bullet was from relatively high, but there is no platform high enough for someone to have made the shot from. The adjacent building's roof is simply too low. Kay keeps his apartment very clean, his desk is immaculate.
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Aug 8, 2014 04:53
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Tsarevna "Bullet hole." Tsarevna informs the others, paying Ella's sniping no mind. "Our killer took the shot from outside, Kay wouldn't have seen it coming." She looks back and forth between the entry point and where Kay's head now was. "Except the shot is impossible." She points out the window for the benefit of the others. "The bullet hole and Kay's head don't meet unless the shooter was flying in the air." She cranes her neck to see everything she could from out the window. "Nowhere around is high enough for this shot." She turns around to her fellow Sheriffs. "This was no regular gun or shooter. Somebody spent a lot of time and effort setting up a way to kill Kay." With nothing to gain from staring out the window anymore, Tsarevna turns her attention to the bullet. Following the trajectory, and going through Kay, she goes to the wall and floor behind him to look for the bullet. "Greta, swaddle the body when you can. We need to get Kay ready to go back the Woodlands." Checkin out the crime scene: 7#1d10 2 6 5 2 3 4 3 why the gently caress are we using orokos? the one dice roller that refuses to let players do anything ever? Robodog fucked around with this message at 05:29 on Aug 8, 2014 |
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Greta Vogel "Yes, certainly," Greta replied to Tsarevna. Just a minute..." With Tsarevna tending to the bullet holes and Ella to the wine, Greta approached Kay's desk to begin looking through the neatly-organized papers there. It was hardly snooping to look at the business dealings of a dead man, especially when your intent was to avenge him. Kay's recent workload surely had something to do with the case; this was not a random crime, not in Fabletown. In the event that a roll is needed here: Investigating Kay's desk (Int+Investigate): 6#1d10 4 5 9 6 6 5
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Hans Fruchtlos "I can't help but imagine that, around here, someone flying high enough to shoot through a window would make sense. The question is, who would have a reason to? As far as I can tell, Kay didn't have many enemies to speak of." Hans was never quite that good at the affairs of the living, but even he could tell that things were a bit odd here.
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Ella "Oh if that is the case, the bullet might be magic. I might be able to find it, if it was doing an impossible arc." She starts searching for any magical items or perhaps remains of the projectile along the walls and grumbling how she could find it much easier with magic. I would do the fancy dice rolling but I don't know what to roll 
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Aug 8, 2014 05:40
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Tsarevna "Kay wasn't just a person, he was an apparatus. Blind him and a demon can walk amongst angels unnoticed." Tsarevna answers Hans, all the while looking intently for the possibly magic bullet. "And flying is not such an easy feat. Turn into a bird and you can't hold a gun. Even a witch cannot fly without her broomstick, which is easy to spot in the sky."
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Ella "Oh, I see where that barb is directed. I will have you know that first off, that I have only done what I have done for good. Also, brooms could really be fine at low altitude. One time! One time, I go above the glamour, never hear the end of it." Ella gripes she was not in a good mood. She had had a romantic dinner planned, and now she is being blamed indirectly for being a bad person. Tsarevna is giving her more hell today than normal. Ella decides to cut her losses and start to look around the floor or walls for a hole, on the off chance it was the gun not the bullet that was magic.
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Johannes Hummel "A magic bullet then." Folding the man's hands over his chest in repose, Johannes patted Kay's pockets and body down one last time to make sure he hadn't missed anything. "We'll probably need magic to find the bullet, or in the least figure out where the shot came from." He looked to the broken window and the corpse again, trying to place the scene one last time as he searched. "A detour to the 13th floor then? Also, anybody see either of his eyes?" Pat down the stiff? Check his hands? Also where are his famously magic eyes? Puppies are dicks fucked around with this message at 14:53 on Aug 8, 2014 |
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Hans Furchtlos "Oh, please, could we not have this? I am far too sober to deal with another argument." Hans thinks of anyone he could speak with about this. The things that go "bump" in the night know quite a bit, if you just know how to ask... "Are we almost done here? Because honestly, I'd be better suited asking the Banshees or Keres if they know anything." (Are Keres a thing? They're Greek spirits of violent deaths, including murders, and Banshees predict deaths, I'm assuming they're a thing.)
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Tsarevna "I wasn't talking about you, Ella." Tsarevna answers coldly, still facing the wall and skirting board. "I imagine his eyes, face, and brain is all here." She gestures to the mixture of broken skull that decorated the wall. "You have a point though, the mirror shard should be in here as well. Or shattered speckles of glass if it was hit by the bullet." She actually bothers to look up from her search now. "While you're scooping up Kay's skull, be sure to look for the mirror too." She directs Greta. "Hans, don't you think about drinking on the job either."
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Ella "Oh, um. Well then." She says snapping her mouth shut. Tsarevna was so doing this on purpose and she knew it! Ella had the sneaking suspicion that she knew what today was for Ella, but it was impossible. Secrets were important to the woman, and especially her personal life. However she was getting no where staring at the wall for pieces of mirror or magic, or whatever. She wished she could use her wand, but it would have to be quick and subtle. Ella is going to try to think of a magic spell she knows to reveal something if she knows one :x
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Hans Furchtlos "Please, my next course of action is interrogating the Monsters. You don't drink before you interrogate Monsters. People who do that wind up on the news as "Presumed Dead"." Hans may not fear them, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know what they're capable of. "Not being afraid doesn't make me stupid, Evna."
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((I don't have investigation results yet from checking the desk over, so apologies if the sequencing gets a little weird. Also, I'm assuming that the PCs have a shroud or something similar for carrying remains.)) Greta Vogel Greta chose to stay silent as her colleagues began to snipe amongst themselves; she knew well enough that they were all reliable, and perhaps this was serving as a necessary distraction. It was, after all, an unpleasant scene, even for someone like Hans -- but for her, after searching for her sisters' parts in Fitcher's cauldron of blood, even this wasn't so terrible. "Let's focus on getting what we need and getting back to the Woodlands. We'd better take as much evidence with us as we can, though; once word gets out, this place'll be swarmed with tricky, filthy hands." Greta slipped on a pair of work gloves and unrolled the shroud from the Sheriffs' work kit, hauling the majority of Kay's body before beginning the work of gathering and containing the... loose matter. Most of it was muscle memory, and her attention focused on finding Kay's mirror, or anything that might remain of it. Do I need any rolls here?
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Aug 8, 2014 07:13
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Theres no roll required in this scene. Huge post coming tonight.
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Johannes Hummel "That's a good idea, and with any luck the 13th floor will have some magical scrying glass or spell of not-quite-recently-dead-speaking and we can see for ourselves. We'll also need to interview Charming and his troll, hopefully before he has too much time to coach her with whatever lies he considers least incriminating. This might be better if we use a bucket." Johannes picked through the pieces alongside Greta, doing his best to pile them up without flinching or looking away. They owed Kay that much anyway, for all that he'd done. "What do you think Tsarevna? Call them in, split them apart, and let Charming sweat it out while we question Olga first?" We can search the apartment, hit up Hans' ghostly/monstrous contacts to see if anybody knows a thing/visit the 13th floor to get some magic help like summoning Kay's spirit or scrying the past/play a game of the Usual Suspects with Prince Charming and his troll Olga. I'm probably good for doing the latter. We could stick together in case things get rough or break apart to move faster. Either way it's back to the Woodlands for Team Fabletown? Somebody should also find a bucket since transporting loose brain bits is probably going to be hard going in a tarp.
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Tsarevna "If the Magic Mirror had all the answers then we'd all be out of a job, Johannes." Tsarevna quite audibly sighs. "Magic is not a cure all for ignorance, using your head is. At the very least we need to find the bullet first before we can have it examined for enchantments." She says, still searching for the drat thing. "And why on earth would you wish to talk to his ghost? Kay was, from the looks of it, assassinated. If he knew he was in danger he would have come to us. As it stands, it looks like he didn't and hence wouldn't be able to tell you anything." "There is no reason to suspect Prince Charming of anything at the moment." Tsarevna tersely answers Johannes. "They called it in. Besides asking why he was looking for Kay, there's no reason to question either of them. But if you want to lock him in the office and interrogate him why not? Go right ahead." She shrugs.
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Greta You look around the desk and notice ledger detailing a series of transactions. The current final balance seems to be around half a million dollars. They seem to be in some kind of code, though the transactions are rare, maybe one a week. The ledger has account numbers to the Fables own credit union. Ella Ella finds the bullet, but does not find any sign of magic around it, other than Kay himself. Either someone has gone through great lengths to hide a magical nature Johannes Inside Kays coat pocket you find several twenties, a few matchbooks for the Trip Trap Bar, and a receipt for a dinner at Tavern on the Green. His eyes are relatively intact. Hans Speaking with the dead is relatively difficult. It would take quite a long ritual or powerful magic to do so. Ella Ella thinks she can prepare a ritual to see the last few minutes of Kays death but it will take her a night to complete and some of his blood. If I missed you please remind me.
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Aug 9, 2014 04:53
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Ella Her fingers pluck a bullet from the wall and looks it over with her fingers, "Here is the bullet, this is very well done magic to conceal it or it is just a normal bullet." Ella looks it over with a bit of disgust and a sigh, "Did anyone find the piece of the mirror? If not, I could find out what happened with a little bit of his blood, but it take the entire night to complete really to find out the last few minutes." Ella says with a sigh. "Well that is if we don't just have someone with a bit more power to do it." Ella says thinking for a moment, "If theft was the issue well then, we know that someone is trying to make a move."
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Aug 9, 2014 06:04
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You are in the Woodlands. 12th floor. Upon examining the window Tsarevna is unable to find anything special, however as she's finding an angle and crouched on the floor looking, she can see under Kay's bed in his large but still studio apartment. There seems to be a piggy bank under there, as well as a bag of dried rose petals, and a Journal. To get anything out of the journal you will need an extended period of rest to examine it. Most of it is just extremely depressing and boring thoughts of isolation and sadness.
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Aug 9, 2014 06:14
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Tsarevna "Keep the bullet, it's still evidence. And finding the mirror is our number one concern here, now." Tsarevna calls to Ella, noticing the items stashed away under the bed. Reaching over, one by one she pulls out a piggy bank, the bag of rose petals, and a journal. Balancing them all, she looks at all three in turn. "I'll have to read through this tonight and see if any clues come up." She glances over to the stash of wine. "Though if it's anything beyond being depressed and drunk I'll be surprised." Then the rose petals. "Kay never struck me as the type to enjoy rosehip tea. Any ideas besides the obvious connections to a paramour?" She asks of the other sheriffs. And then the piggy bank. She brings it up to her ear and rattles it. Gently. Because even a moderate rattling by her may break the drat thing. "Looks like Cinderella's getting $12.50’ in quarters to add to the Business Office coffers." She concludes.
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Aug 9, 2014 06:39
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Ella Putting the bullet in a pouch she nods to this, "I don't think it will be light reading for sure, as for Rose petals... Kay never really came across to me as a romantic." Ella said a bit more calm now, "I hope we can get a better coffee machine now, all my coffee tastes terrible. I'm going to have to go with some nice tea leaves. I do wonder about rose petals." Ella searches her mind for a moment trying to think of some component or spell that would use them. Going to attempt to figure out if there is any other use for rose petals.
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Aug 9, 2014 06:46
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Hans Fruchtlos "Rose petals? Odd." Hans says, temporarily distracted from his thoughts of undead interrogation. "And I doubt the journal's all that interesting, but it might give us a hint or two. I say we read it at some point.
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Aug 9, 2014 14:56
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Johannes Hummel "I think I'll do just that. I've got a ball of cash, some matchbooks for a Trip Trap bar, and a dinner receipt here." Johannes his hands clean on a handkerchief before unfolding the receipt to examine it in greater detail. "His eyes look pretty intact, although that might be a side effect of his condition." What's the date on the receipt if any?
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Aug 9, 2014 15:40
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Tsarevna "I will be reading the journal tonight, yes." She just makes clear, holding onto all three items. "Might give some context for the rose petals, I never know my luck." She doesn't seem terribly impressed at Johannes' haul. "A drunk frequents a bar. Hardly groundbreaking." She notes on the contents of Kay's pockets. "But lacking much else " She shrugs. "We seem to be building up a list of people to question and places to visit, but nothing that even begins to point at a who or why." Tsarevna starts to look around the largely clean and spotless room again, hoping that there was anything else to check out. She at the very least goes over to turn off the radiator.
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Aug 9, 2014 16:35
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Greta Vogel "There's more interesting things on the desk," said Greta, still going about the methodical work of gathering Kay's remains into a portable, not-instantly-revolting package. "Coded business transaction ledgers on the desk -- couldn't get much out of them at a glance, but I want to take them with us. Hundreds of thousands of dollars were changing hands through our credit union. I don't know Kay's pay rate, but that's the sort of money that makes people do desperate things."
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Aug 10, 2014 04:14
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Ella "So we know he was messed up in something. Money, it figures." Ella says with a sneer and resists the urge to spit more toward the Business Office. She supposed that now she was under the fold and it would be unseemly to say that it was good he was killed by someone. These things always ended in manufacturing misery. "Either way, it seems it got him killed."
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Aug 10, 2014 04:39
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Tsarevna "Pure conjecture." Tsarevna levels at Ella. "We don't know anything about motive yet, on any side of this. As far as debts go, slayings are rare. Death does not recoup losses." She looks at the desk, picking up the ledger and keeping it with the journal. "Getting Cinderella's permission to go through these account couldn't hurt, though." She sighs. "Forensic accounting. My favourite." Hands were getting more and more full, and that wasn't even counting the body they had to move. And by they, Tsarevna actually meant she had to move. She was the only one strong enough to effortlessly carry the body down, after all. In light of this, she hands off the petals, diary, ledger and piggy bank to Ella. "First thing, we need to take Kay to the Business Office. Cinderella will have some administration to do of Kay's belongings. He should also be autopsied in case we missed anything, and then interned in the Witching Well." "But as for leads questioning Prince Charming and Olga?" She looks to Johannes. "Going to this bar and restaurant? Investigating these credit union accounts?" She turns her gaze to Greta. "Analyse the bullet?" Tsarevna very briefly looked to Ella. "And were you still going to talk to the dead, Hans?"
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Hans Fruchtlos "I'll ask around the slums. Someone must know something. There's not much you can hide from the men who hide under your bed." Hans says, shrugging. "I'm not saying we'll get some sort of critical lead, but every little bit helps, you know?"
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