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dualislogs2019-11-09 10:20 pm
minus1twin) wrote in dualislogs2019-11-09 10:20 pm
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Then there were bodies [Open]
WHO: Wanda Maximoff & YOU!
WHAT: Wanda finds a dead body.
WHERE: Random Alley & Cafe.
WHEN: November 11th.
WARNINGS: Blood, mentions of torture and death, etc.
Wanda didn't know what she was expecting but she had promised Hank that she was going to help and she didn't make promises like that lightly. So she walked through the city in her free time and kept her eyes open during her morning run. She heard whispers and rumors of things happening but nothing concrete. Wanda considered using her powers but she preferred to have a place to start before stretching herself thin.
The voice that came to her was a whisper, teasing at the edge of her magical senses, and while she didn't hear anything she recognizes the feeling like a fresh wound in her chest. Someone was calling for help. They were in pain. When she finally found the source of the noise it was too late, the body of a middle aged male lay out on his stomach, a pool of blood expanding on the pavement as he slowly continued to bleed. He was already dead but the culprit was gone.
Wanda secured the area before calling Hank, those she trusted and the people she knew who were working with the police department.
The body had been mangled. She felt the remnants of anger and hate. She tried to keep herself separated from that feeling but she was alone with a body. There was nothing she could do but focus on it until someone else arrived at the scene.
Wanda sat in a coffee shop with her fingers gently digging into her temples. She was accustomed to death but that didn't make finding the dead body any easier. She remembered the feeling of it, the way it had alerted her senses, and sighed.
Her brother was alive but she continued to feel the dull ache in her chest from when he had died. With each death, a little more of her would go missing.
She released her forehead and got out her phone to call Nida and ask him about rock climbing with that robot friend of his. It was a quick text to ask if he was free and then she went back to sipping at her coffee.
Wanda waved to anyone she recognized stepping into the shop but she wasn't planning to get up and greet anyone. She was letting the events of the day before settling in, so that she could reorient her thoughts and get back to work. She wasn't about to help anyone without a clear head and keeping her anger in check was something she struggled with. Luckily, having her brother here helped, even if he wasn't around at the moment.
WHAT: Wanda finds a dead body.
WHERE: Random Alley & Cafe.
WHEN: November 11th.
WARNINGS: Blood, mentions of torture and death, etc.
The voice that came to her was a whisper, teasing at the edge of her magical senses, and while she didn't hear anything she recognizes the feeling like a fresh wound in her chest. Someone was calling for help. They were in pain. When she finally found the source of the noise it was too late, the body of a middle aged male lay out on his stomach, a pool of blood expanding on the pavement as he slowly continued to bleed. He was already dead but the culprit was gone.
Wanda secured the area before calling Hank, those she trusted and the people she knew who were working with the police department.
The body had been mangled. She felt the remnants of anger and hate. She tried to keep herself separated from that feeling but she was alone with a body. There was nothing she could do but focus on it until someone else arrived at the scene.
Her brother was alive but she continued to feel the dull ache in her chest from when he had died. With each death, a little more of her would go missing.
She released her forehead and got out her phone to call Nida and ask him about rock climbing with that robot friend of his. It was a quick text to ask if he was free and then she went back to sipping at her coffee.
Wanda waved to anyone she recognized stepping into the shop but she wasn't planning to get up and greet anyone. She was letting the events of the day before settling in, so that she could reorient her thoughts and get back to work. She wasn't about to help anyone without a clear head and keeping her anger in check was something she struggled with. Luckily, having her brother here helped, even if he wasn't around at the moment.
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Fortune? Fate? Something else? Who knows. He rejects the call and stands by the table.
"Think my name, and I appear, my lady."
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It was a happy accident.
She looked up at Nida and smiled. "I was just trying to call you." Her voice was warm but her expression was tense. Wanda was trying to clear her thoughts and remain impartial but it was hard when she felt the haze of memory against the back of her thoughts.
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"That's where you want to start? I promise that we'll do a gentle climb."
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She finished her coffee and rose to her feet. "Did you want to get coffee first?" Since that was likely why he came into the coffee shop in the first place.
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They're not even too far apart in height, not really, so she might even be able to use some of the hand and toe holds he uses when he's not pushing himself. It will make teaching easier.
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It sounded like fun.
"Did you start rock climbing here? With Connor." She was fairly sure that was the name he'd given her.
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Wanda followed him to the rock climbing place at a steady pace. She was usually comfortable with silence but today she was looking to fill the void with noise, anything to keep her focus.
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What, he's accepting what he was and what he was meant to be. It's what he's useful for, and if some of those skills can help other people here he's good for it.
Though he definitely appreciated the void being filled as he twists the hot cup between his hands.
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Hank makes his way over with a female homicide detective. She's immediately taking stock of the body, and Hank puts his hand on Wanda's arm to urge her off to the side.
"How did you find him? Did you see any suspects?"
He asks that first, getting out an old fashion paper and pen to take his notes. A relic of a dead age, he is.
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When the police arrived she moved off to the side and waited for Hank to secure the area before coming to speak with her. She'd worked with enough police to know the protocols in place and she didn't want to make things more complicated than they already were.
"I heard him." She waved at her head as if to say psychically. "He was being tortured and I heard him crying out for him. It took too long for me to find him." Wanda glanced back to where he was despite not being able to see the body from where they were talking. "He was dead when I arrived and there wasn't anyone here."
"I haven't touched the body."
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"Crying out for who?" He asks without looking at her in that moment. A human, or something close to it. This wasn't a robot. Good to know. Though that doesn't tell him more than either the robots don't do drugs or that their bodies aren't being left long enough for Hank to see them.
He backs away from it.
"Don't blame yourself. Whoever's doing this shit is a psycho." And probably a normal ass person and that's the very worst part.
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Her eyes lowered to the body and she frowned. "But they must have known I was coming. Whoever did this left quickly. They might have left something behind in the rush." Hopefully there was a clue though that wasn't really her area of expertise.
"This has happened a lot?"
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"Yeah, they're going to do a full scan of the street. See what they can find." The special light that one of the officers is using is vaguely highlighting some scattered debris on the ground, little shards of organic matter that aren't blood.
"We're up to six that we've positively identified."
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"Six." She breathed out. "All tortured?"
She pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek while her thoughts tangled together with this mystery.
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He rubs his hand down his face, moving them further away from the scene.
"I want you to do me a favor. Keep an eye on the Mayor's people. See if anyone comes in with sweats, dilated pupils, chemical burns on their hands. Wealthier people tend to indulge in it just as often as regular people, but learn better ways to weasel the fuck out of it."
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He's been working as many shifts as he can pick up at the bar. He's not sure how the dog manages to schedule things but at least it keeps him busy. When he's not working he's been doing a lot of walking. Trying to memorize the city and all it's twists and turns and secrets or what he suspects to be secrets that might reveal their true purpose later. Memorizing the location of any visible surveillance and guessing where the secret surveillance might be based on blind spots.
Everybody needs a hobby.
He stops short when he comes across an unexpected scene. Wanda, the nice girl from the club. With a dead body. A dead body of some poor bastard who did not go gently into that good night. And Wanda is looking rather unhappy about her circumstances. There's a number of possible explanations for this, none of them good because they all have to account for the corpse. But some better than others.
He approaches slowly, not making any sudden moves and his expression betraying little. "Run into some trouble?"
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"If you could please stay back." She slipped her phone into her pocket and stepped towards him.
"What are you doing out here?"
Wanda was tense. She kept her senses stretched thin to know everything that was happening in the area. The police wouldn't arrive for awhile and she didn't want anything tampering with the body. Still, the entire situation wasn't comfortable for her. It was just another person that she wasn't able to save.
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He doesn't have to be an empath to notice the tension radiating from her. "I hope the trouble he ran into wasn't you."