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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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"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."