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Post by eri on Oct 16, 2008 22:03:10 GMT -1
So this was what it all boiled down to in the end. Eri nudged the doors to the Cathedral open with her shoulder, gun loaded and ready. Some zealot had murdered a few Ladies of the Night down in Soho, and now she was tracking him down. And she had ended up here, in a church. Eri walked down the center aisle and knelt in front of the alter for a moment. She hated when the takedowns were in churches, as if the Lord Above wasn't already upset with her and threw her out of heaven. A scuff near the tabernacle drew her attention as her perp, a skinny little human male with acne and coke-bottle lens glasses, spotted her and made a run for it, knocking down a few of the candle stands to slow her down.
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Post by Jackson Blackthorne on Oct 16, 2008 22:09:41 GMT -1
Jackson was wandering, and found himself drawn to St Pauls cathedral. After his less than successful adventure in gathering Intel from the Fey he was now following any given lead in discovering what exactly was coming. If anything, right now he just wanted a little peace and quiet.
Obviously peace and quiet was not what he was going to get. He was sat to the far right when he watched the young woman walk and in and sensed power flow from her skin like fireflies to his magical eyes. Colours, dark and vast swarmed over her, giving her a powerful aura. Fallen Angel.
Then, he watched as the scuffle broke loose and looked to his left, then to his right and realized he was the only other there. He sighed and his shoulders slumped and realized he was about to give Autumn, his senior with in the Fifth a lot of paper work to do. He rose up and from his right hand he pulled out a orb of blue light and turned and threw it toward the young man, instantly freezing him. Jackson padded half heartedly toward the man and tilted his head before pressing his finger on the young man's forehead and smiled,
"Sleep." He said as his other hand rubbed his rune necklace of protection and under his breath muttered an incantation and the young man crumbled to his knee's and slept. Jackson turned and nodded to the fallen angel and then frowned when it became apparent she was a cop.
"Afternoon..."
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Post by eri on Oct 16, 2008 22:17:54 GMT -1
"Hey, thanks, I wasn't really in the mood to chase this little... idiot all around the city again," Eri said, slapping the cuffs on her perp who started to snore and drool a little, "You cut that out now, you're in a church, show some respect." Lot of good that did, as he started to snore even louder. She studied the man who had aided her, "You're from the Fifth aren't you?" She noticed her scowl, and started scanning his thoughts, "Yes, I'm police, Eri Hakigami, with London Police Department, Homocide Unit." She pulled out her badge and I.D. "I like to think I'm working with you and the Council."
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Post by Jackson Blackthorne on Oct 16, 2008 22:26:25 GMT -1
Jackson felt her attempt to push through his psychic barriers and he allowed them to fall a little, giving her right of way to read his thoughts if she wished. He knew how the fallen worked, some good, some bad, according to the Vatican, all were bad. Jackson was never one to judge on others perspectives, and favored relying on his own perception of things. As the petite woman cuffed the young man Jackson laughed lightly under his breath as he began to snore and contemplated casting to prevent it, but the obvious humor in a snoring perp was too entertaining.
Small charges of energy still trailed down his fingertips like sparks from a fuse box and Jackson pushed his hands deep into the pockets of his trusted worn leather jacket. He remained silent as she proceeded to explain who she was a mentioned the Fifth and The Council. He gave a small tilt of his head and a shrug,
"The Fifth? The council? I'm sorry miss, but i don't know what you are talking about, and if i were you i would halt the crazy talk before some one hears you...." His tone became some what harsh as he gestured with his eyes that they were in a large open area with many eyes and ears possibly listening in. Though they appeared alone any one could of worked in at any minute.
"Glad i could help, tripping people up is a skill of mine...i would get him to a medic at some point, check for a concussion...he seams out cold now...shouldnt be able to harm any one else..." Jackson played the ruse well, he had been trained by the best. The Fifth was all about the visage and secrets, how to taint and paint a different picture to hide events and actions.
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Post by eri on Oct 16, 2008 22:38:10 GMT -1
"Perhaps I should," she smiled lightly, standing to her full height, "now, if you don't mind, I have a little present to process." She lifted the sleeping man and gave him what, in her opinion were a couple light slaps across the cheeks. He blinked sleepily, "Alright you, you're coming with me." He growled at her and, with more ferocity than she'd seen any other person of his stature display, kicked her hard in the shins. He made a break for it. "You little bugger!" Eri sprinted and tackled him as he started shrieking about hellfire and damnation and how she was going to be punished for halting his divine mission. She rolled her eyes, he had absolutely no idea. She sat on his back until his tirade died down "Are you though now?" He nodded. "Oh good, because I'm going to make sure you end up with Big Bertha, and Big Bertha's been a little bored lately." Her captive squeaked.
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Post by Jackson Blackthorne on Oct 17, 2008 9:58:17 GMT -1
Jackson sat down and watched the whole scene unfold with a bemused brow as he pulled a white orb from his right hand and began to toss it into the air like a tennis ball.
"Need any help over there Miss?" Jackson asked and turned even more so in the pew, "what did this guy do any way?"
Jackson figured small talk was needed, why? He didn't operate logically and when better to engage in some small talk than during an arrest. His eyes glanced around the the religious paintings and decorations, the large stained glass windows and he wondered then, what was coming that would cause so many angels to arrive in London. How many lives were about to be effected. He shook the thoughts away and glanced back to the woman,
"So....."
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Post by eri on Oct 17, 2008 12:33:43 GMT -1
"I've got him, thanks," Eri nodded in appreciation, "this little man decided to play God and punish those he deemed as wicked." Her captive decided to say something but she elbowed him in the back, "Shut up... anyway, in the past two months alone, he's been responsible for at least seven murders in Soho, usually prostitutes, and right now..." She paused, even if this man was from the Fifth she didn't trust anyone to not be hanging around, listening in, and if this little man did have a partner, and that partner got wind that they were sniffing him out, he'd be gone and they'd waste all those manhours searching for him, "Oh dear, I'm afraid part of that's confidential information, that I can't give out for the sake of the investigation." She smiled apologetically, especially confidential since a couple of the clues as to who the partner was pointed to a minister, and that takedown would be a pain in the backside. "Look, I will say that right now, I've a man in lock-up with some information that might prove interesting to certain special-interest groups, that could disrupt some of our other cases, and I don't need this little fish to slip through and mess everything up."
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