10-11-2015, 10:12 PM
First, Car 12 had arrived. The door had locked itself behind him, something he hadn’t noticed on his entrance to the apartment. They had hammered on the door, calling out their presence and identity, until he’d popped the lock from the inside and let them in. The homicide detectives had followed, with the CSI’s hot on their heels. He’d been pulled outside, where squad cars and vans with various markings had gathered, adding their blue and red strobes to the street lighting. Other officers canvassed the neighbours, the apartment below who had called in the original noise complaint.
The detectives had wanted to know what he’d seen, what he’s heard, what he’d done. The CSI’s had wanted his boots and uniform, to eliminate him from any trace evidence they might be able to find. He’d answered what he could, but a lot of his answers were simply ‘I don’t know’. Some because he really didn’t, others because he couldn’t. He couldn’t say that he felt that this was just the beginning, that there was some quirk of fate pointing at another murder. He could say that he’d felt the presence of someone else there, something of their Work.
Eventually, Alex had made it back to station. First stop is to get showered and changed out of the paper overalls and disposable shoes that he’d been given. He showers, letting the water run hot and the stall fill with steam before he gets in. He just stands there, feeling the water flow over him. He knows there’s more to the world. He’s barely scraping the surface, but it’s enough to know that there’s so much more. He’d seen it – Kalen and Sera looking back through time. Lucy calling to ghosts and spirits. Others doing more than just watching from the side lines.
He gathers his will and pushes and pushes and pushes, trying and reaching and grasping for more than he has before. He feels more, seconds dividing into fractions, dividing and dividing and dividing, until he feels each sliver of time run over him like the water from the shower. He tries, scrabbling at the boundaries of the effect trying to find some way to extend it further. Some way to change the flow. Speed it up, slow it down, and even stop it. He’d done it before. He knew that he could do it again. He swings a hand against the wall of the stall, intimately aware of the exact moment that the contact is made. But none of it is enough.
Alex balls up his hands, resting them on the wall and resting his forehead on them. A man had been murdered and he’d been next to useless in discovering anything more than he’d been gutted. There had been that resonance. That was something to look into. But all he could do now was sit and wait for the reports to start flowing into the computer system.
How long he stands there isn’t important, but it is something he’s acutely aware of. He stays until the frustration fades, and the memories of the body stayed at rest until he thought of them. He stays until he gets dried, dressed, and goes to make his own – slightly redacted – addition to the stack of data that the case was going to build.
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Alex
[Arete, sensing time. TN4, -1 practiced]
Dice: 1 d10 TN3 (7) ( success x 2 ) [WP]
Alex
[Extending.]
Dice: 1 d10 TN4 (9) ( success x 2 ) [WP]
Alex
[Last one]
Dice: 1 d10 TN4 (2) ( success x 1 ) [WP]
the devil
HDub here!
Alex
*waves madly*
Alex
*points up*
the devil
Ooooh! Lookit!
Alex
All ready for one mood post, just needed someone to make sure I wasn't making them up.
The detectives had wanted to know what he’d seen, what he’s heard, what he’d done. The CSI’s had wanted his boots and uniform, to eliminate him from any trace evidence they might be able to find. He’d answered what he could, but a lot of his answers were simply ‘I don’t know’. Some because he really didn’t, others because he couldn’t. He couldn’t say that he felt that this was just the beginning, that there was some quirk of fate pointing at another murder. He could say that he’d felt the presence of someone else there, something of their Work.
Eventually, Alex had made it back to station. First stop is to get showered and changed out of the paper overalls and disposable shoes that he’d been given. He showers, letting the water run hot and the stall fill with steam before he gets in. He just stands there, feeling the water flow over him. He knows there’s more to the world. He’s barely scraping the surface, but it’s enough to know that there’s so much more. He’d seen it – Kalen and Sera looking back through time. Lucy calling to ghosts and spirits. Others doing more than just watching from the side lines.
He gathers his will and pushes and pushes and pushes, trying and reaching and grasping for more than he has before. He feels more, seconds dividing into fractions, dividing and dividing and dividing, until he feels each sliver of time run over him like the water from the shower. He tries, scrabbling at the boundaries of the effect trying to find some way to extend it further. Some way to change the flow. Speed it up, slow it down, and even stop it. He’d done it before. He knew that he could do it again. He swings a hand against the wall of the stall, intimately aware of the exact moment that the contact is made. But none of it is enough.
Alex balls up his hands, resting them on the wall and resting his forehead on them. A man had been murdered and he’d been next to useless in discovering anything more than he’d been gutted. There had been that resonance. That was something to look into. But all he could do now was sit and wait for the reports to start flowing into the computer system.
How long he stands there isn’t important, but it is something he’s acutely aware of. He stays until the frustration fades, and the memories of the body stayed at rest until he thought of them. He stays until he gets dried, dressed, and goes to make his own – slightly redacted – addition to the stack of data that the case was going to build.
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Alex
[Arete, sensing time. TN4, -1 practiced]
Dice: 1 d10 TN3 (7) ( success x 2 ) [WP]
Alex
[Extending.]
Dice: 1 d10 TN4 (9) ( success x 2 ) [WP]
Alex
[Last one]
Dice: 1 d10 TN4 (2) ( success x 1 ) [WP]
the devil
HDub here!
Alex
*waves madly*
Alex
*points up*
the devil
Ooooh! Lookit!
Alex
All ready for one mood post, just needed someone to make sure I wasn't making them up.