[They had a surprising amount in common and they'd got on easily. Kissing Jill under the mistletoe was a pleasant memory, and that she was otherwise engaged on that front is one of those light, transient regrets. He might have tried his luck otherwise.
He'll have to raise a glass for her, sometime.
For now, though, he says:]
She left behind all of her work on Will's murder on her desk, at least.
'Tis a strange case. I assume that you have through Jill's initial report and looked at her pictures of the scene?
[No sign of struggle, a neatly slit throat while Will was busy fishing. Hannibal had been the one who called Jill to the scene. She did not seem to consider him a suspect. No signs of the murder weapon, not tracks fleeing the scene. No witnesses. It's a possibility that someone knew he would be there, distracted. It was likely planned, given all the details. Jill, God bless her, had immediately taken multiple photos on her phone.]
And we have two more murders, this time by the same culprit. The one Sharon drew. Oh, and he was transformed by Seel's blood into one of their kind. His blood is now poisonous and may, with proper care given to his victims, render humans into magic-bearing hermaphrodites too.
[His tone is vexed — he's fed up with dealing with murders. They must for the sake of order and because it is the right thing to do, but combined with how thankless their work defending the city is and how they have no authority to simply make and use a dungeon without being treated like they're worse than the genuine tyrants present, it's a headache.]
Yes. I admit this sort of thing doesn't fall under my immediate expertise, but--I would almost call it professional.
[Very clean. No fuss, no mess. No witnesses. Maketh rubs her face with a groan. This just makes the whole situation more complicated, another detail they don't need and can't cleanly destroy.]
We don't have time for this. And what if we do catch them, hmm? What then?
[He bumps her shoulder with his where they already touch in solidarity. He feels just as done as Maketh about this.]
We must confront the public. Involve them. Let us ask them to determine how they should be dealt with. Either they afford us some power or take the matter of murders, aside from halting any attempts we come across, out of our hands.
[Truth be told, he'd rather the latter. But just in case...]
Tranquility yet owes me a prize. He built this city, did he not? So he may build us some secure cells if it becomes necessary.
That would help, [Maketh says slowly. Logistically, it would be the easiest way to accomplish the goal. The gods aren't perfect engineers, but their structures tend to hold.] If we step too far, we will be seen as tyrants. Too little and we are weak. Let them decide what our purpose should be, and then we will maneuver within it.
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Date: 2017-09-20 01:47 pm (UTC)[They had a surprising amount in common and they'd got on easily. Kissing Jill under the mistletoe was a pleasant memory, and that she was otherwise engaged on that front is one of those light, transient regrets. He might have tried his luck otherwise.
He'll have to raise a glass for her, sometime.
For now, though, he says:]
She left behind all of her work on Will's murder on her desk, at least.
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Date: 2017-09-24 01:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-09-24 04:47 pm (UTC)[No sign of struggle, a neatly slit throat while Will was busy fishing. Hannibal had been the one who called Jill to the scene. She did not seem to consider him a suspect. No signs of the murder weapon, not tracks fleeing the scene. No witnesses. It's a possibility that someone knew he would be there, distracted. It was likely planned, given all the details. Jill, God bless her, had immediately taken multiple photos on her phone.]
And we have two more murders, this time by the same culprit. The one Sharon drew. Oh, and he was transformed by Seel's blood into one of their kind. His blood is now poisonous and may, with proper care given to his victims, render humans into magic-bearing hermaphrodites too.
[His tone is vexed — he's fed up with dealing with murders. They must for the sake of order and because it is the right thing to do, but combined with how thankless their work defending the city is and how they have no authority to simply make and use a dungeon without being treated like they're worse than the genuine tyrants present, it's a headache.]
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Date: 2017-09-24 05:20 pm (UTC)[Very clean. No fuss, no mess. No witnesses. Maketh rubs her face with a groan. This just makes the whole situation more complicated, another detail they don't need and can't cleanly destroy.]
We don't have time for this. And what if we do catch them, hmm? What then?
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Date: 2017-09-24 05:51 pm (UTC)We must confront the public. Involve them. Let us ask them to determine how they should be dealt with. Either they afford us some power or take the matter of murders, aside from halting any attempts we come across, out of our hands.
[Truth be told, he'd rather the latter. But just in case...]
Tranquility yet owes me a prize. He built this city, did he not? So he may build us some secure cells if it becomes necessary.
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Date: 2017-09-26 07:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-09-28 11:11 am (UTC)Too many are determined to misconstrue our intent.
[He gives Maketh a brief cocky smile.]
It must vex them that we remain strong.
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Date: 2017-09-29 07:16 pm (UTC)Our strength has not waned, brother. Not once.
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Date: 2017-10-04 09:55 pm (UTC)[Not with their combined drive and determination. Of that, Henry is certain.]