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Post by DOMINIC R. MARSTEN on Nov 21, 2013 21:12:42 GMT -8
It got away. That little water elemental shit of a monster—another nickel for the swear jar—got away. That never happened to Dominic. Ever. He had a reputation as a skilled Hunter to uphold, and this was maybe the first time in his life that he had ever lost sight of a target, and given the fact that the air around the shipyard reeked of saltwater and brine and the creature itself had gills, well. The likelihood of finding it again tonight was certainly out of the question. It was too dark to go for a plunge in the murky waters around the docks, even with Sasha’s—his sawfish sword’s—help. He simply had to admit the monster had gotten away this time. But at least it was injured. He had done that much—and Sasha was missing a few of her teeth to testify to the fact that he landed multiple hits. The sword would recover of course and regenerate new teeth, as it usually did, but Dominic would have to let Sasha sit and recuperate in his salt water tank to do so. He gritted his teeth, forcing a toothy smile because to make matters worse—he’d been caught. Dominic resisted the urge to draw his hands into fists as he regrettably lowered Sasha to the ground after a cop issued a command to relinquish his weapon; he lifted his arms and placed his hands at the back of his head in a sign of clear surrender and obedience a second later. Dominic was bathed in red and blue flashing lights and the whirring siren of a few cop cars wailed in his ears, grating on his nerves.
The last thing I need, a thought grumbled.
The authorities had a good reason to be here—he’d set one of the warehouses on fire in a fit of desperation and panic. Granted, he had good reason to do so. It was for public safety, really. Dominic’s gaze skipped to the building in question, his lips twitching in a faint smirk, his pupils shrinking in the fierce orange and red glow of a giant, roaring furnace of flame that licked the buildings walls and crumbling roof. The smoke that mushroomed out of the top and the exploding crack of shattering windows filled the night; shards of shimmering glass rained down in the darkness, each explosion caused by billowing heat and powerful flames. But Dominic had no choice but to torch the place. That ugly, half fish, half amphibian thing had come out of the waters to lay its precious eggs on land. There had been dozens of clutches hidden amongst the corpses of the men and women that usually worked the docks during the late afternoon in fact. Eggs piled on bodies the monster had already slain, eggs hidden in dark corners, in rafters, behind crates, inside barrels—there was no end to it. Dominic had stumbled upon the nests when he was first sent out by the Society to check on the rumors of a sea monster, but he hadn’t expected this. No one in the Society did. For stumbling on the eggs, he subsequently had to deal with the damn mother that guarded them too. In the tussle he’d gained a few bruises. His forehead had a gash and blood dribbled down from the nasty cut and hooked around his jaw and chin; but he at least had made sure none of the eggs would ever hatch. The offspring were dead. There were one or two more places he wanted to check for good measure, to destroy any and all evidence of monster activity in the area, but he now he had to deal with the cops.
This night had become ten times more frustrating.
Notes: This thread satisfies the RP prompt: Destroy All Evidence.
Words!: 628 Tag!: Vincenzo Date!: May 17th
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VINCENZO MORETTI
Civilian  
DETECTIVE
Posts: 35
MINI INFO - GENDER: Male
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: Jan, 23rd 1983
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Police Officer
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Post by VINCENZO MORETTI on Nov 22, 2013 1:14:46 GMT -8
Well atleast he was getting some good task in his first week of work. First he was off handling a missing suspect case and now he was checking out a warehouse first. When he got the call to come over and ask some questions Vincenzo was not fully aware of what was going on. There was something about strange sounds, a disturbance and a report of some bodies, but nothing about a fire. Parking his car as far from the fire as he could Vincenzo was already convinced that this case was not going to be as easy as some of the others he had been going over since moving here. Most cases he had been going over weren't his own, instead he had been helping a few other detectives by giving them a fresh look over their own cases. He really didn’t mind helping, knowing that sometime even he needed another pair of eyes to see new patterns and mistakes.
He caught the attention of the first police officer that he could find, asked him a few questions and got a pretty basic answer the solved very little for him. So far he go that there was supposedly someone that saw bodies in the warehouse (thats when the call had been made) but by the time the police got here the place was already burning. At least there was a small piece of story to go on, but not much else until that fire got taken under control. Speaking of, the familiar sound of a fire truck brought Vincenzo’s attention to the big red truck and the firefighters that popped out of it. Needless to say Vincenzo really didn’t care about the fire all that much, since there was nothing he could do he need to find something else to do. That was when he was informed that they may have a possible suspect/witness that wasn’t talking. This was where Vincenzo came in, he was expected to get the guy talking and get what info he could.
Vincenzo walked over to where they were still holding the man, for now the other police officers were playing the “innocent until proven guilty” deal, even though it was easy to see that they were convinced they had caught the man responsible for the fire. “Good evening sir, I am Detective Moretti, if you wouldn’t mind I would like to ask you some questions.”
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Post by DOMINIC R. MARSTEN on Nov 22, 2013 10:59:57 GMT -8
A cigarette was smoldering gently between Dominic’s teeth by the time Vincenzo walked up and spewed the typical words any detective dropped when he first entered a scene. On the surface, Dominic appeared calm and collected, hardly bothered by the fact that he knew all too well that every single one of the men and women here considered him responsible for what had happened. They were right—but their information was skewed. If they knew what he did, there would be a very different conversation going on right now. Nonetheless, Vincenzo’s amiable and cool tone of voice grated on Dominic’s nerves even further. He was done playing games with these cops, twisting his words and lying through his teeth. A medic had already treated the wound on his forehead so that there wasn’t anymore blood trickling in a hot mess down his face, but he was for the moment, detained, encircled by cop cars and watching with pure contempt as a few officers placed his sword, Sasha, up on top of one of the squad vehicles and left her there. Dominic did not like anyone touching her, but he had to sit there and accept that it would happen regardless.
So of course he was not in the best of moods by the time the detective rolled up. His mind was preoccupied by the thought of escaping this nasty situation with Sasha, searching for another clutch of eggs—the monster had run off not only to lick its wounds clean when he hurt it, but she hadn’t dived straight into the water, she’d sprinted instead for one of the silver-bellied unloading trucks that was parked nearby. Dominic would have to search it for eggs, because more than likely, there had been something there that she wanted to protect before he cut her off and she had no choice but to return to the murky waters. His report for the Society later would be interesting as well, but for now he sat there, looking for all the world like an unreasonably relaxed man who was under heavy suspicion for mass murder and arson.
“Oh good,” Dominic drawled, breathing out a wave of smoke after Vincenzo spoke. “We’ll start with the basics then. With the same thing I told your friends: I didn’t do it. We’ve already been through this round of questions—why don’t you go and ask those cops over there what I’ve already said. Because I’m not changing my story.” Sooner or later he would have to get Vincenzo to look or walk away, because one way or another, Dominic was not going to linger here. He was going to grab Sasha, make a mad dash for that truck, search for the eggs, destroy them, and get out. The Society could take care of the rest once he was home.
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VINCENZO MORETTI
Civilian
DETECTIVE
Posts: 35
MINI INFO - GENDER: Male
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: Jan, 23rd 1983
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Police Officer
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Post by VINCENZO MORETTI on Nov 22, 2013 17:11:36 GMT -8
Of course this guy was going to give him trouble, a case was never so easy as to anyway anyone want to willingly talk to the detective. Find if the guy wanted to play this game them Vincenzo would play it. ”Alright then, since you do not feel like speaking with me we can always do this differently. We’ll just have this nice officer here watch you while I talk to the police officer that spoke with you and go from there.” Maybe the guy just needed some time to sweat, Vincenzo would give him that time. His plan was to let the guy wait around while Vincenzo did just as he said, ask some questions, take some notes and go from there. He also wanted to see about what the other police officer had to say about this guy, see if he caused an trouble or if he was just starting to be difficult now.
Either way no one was going anywhere until Vincenzo got some answers and got a better look at what was going on. So far he got a report of some dock worker seeing bodies, although the person that has called was missing, hopefully not with the bodies. They had a warehouse on fire and a guy who was found near by, said to have been armed and was bleeding. ”Just relax right there and I’ll be back with some questions that you can either answer now, or downtown.” Vincenzo exchanged glances with the police officer that was just standing there, pretending that he was doing something. Vincenzo made a mental note of the guy’s name badge, just in case, if anything went wrong he wanted to know who to lecture later.
Vincenzo left the two, pulled out his little pocket notepad and started writing in it while he made his way over to the officer that supposedly had all the answers. On there he had a lovely little conversation with him, and there wasn’t that much info from it either. The most Vincenzo got was that the suspect in question was leaving the area when he was found, was armed with what was described as a strange sword and that the man was sticking to his story of having nothing to do with the incident. Great this really was going to be a long night. Vinenzo thanked the officer for him time and spent a few moments to write down what he had, now he had to decide what to do next.
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Post by DOMINIC R. MARSTEN on Nov 23, 2013 10:18:49 GMT -8
“You do that,” Dominic retorted calmly, wearing a look of complete aggravation as he watched the detective walk away. His gaze slid toward the officer assigned to babysit him, the metaphorical cogs in his head spinning full tilt. It was one of the same officers that had his dirty paws all over Sasha a few minutes before, which in its own way made what happened next almost bittersweet. Even with the help of the fire trucks, the warehouse smoldered and flared bright with waves of flame that spewed an angry warmth through the night. The firefighters were maintaining control, but it would be an hour or so before they finally managed to smother such a fierce wildfire, and Dominic took advantage not only of the distraction it brought, but how loud it was too. Men and women were scrambling in the din of its roar. Cops were talking. That detective had his back turned with the others, discussing matters with a colleague. No one really heard or saw Dominic move—he was too fast. But he knew what nerves to strike to do the most damage, and when he curled his hand into a first and launched it forward, he stroke the officer in the side of a jaw, striking a crucial nerve that almost sent the man careening to the ground until Dominic reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt.
The officer was out cold. Dominic dragged his sorry carcass around one of the parked cars nearby and dumped him there. He’d live, but he’d wake up with a splitting headache later. For now, the Hunter skulked back into the open, weaving in and out of flashing lights and sirens until he found the squad car that had Sasha splayed out on the rooftop. With Vincenzo speaking to one officer and the other KO’d for the night, he stole his sword back, wrapping his hands delicately around her hilt and ducking behind a tire to avoid being seen by a cop that turned around.
Dominic almost grumbled under his breath, but snuck his way out of the limelight, giving himself a good ten feet before he bolted up and ran for it, ignoring the shout of one of the officers as they finally noticed that he was taking his leave. The good news was that with the fire raging the way it was, not all of the cops could go after him. They couldn’t afford to. But Dominic wouldn’t put it past one or two to try, and he would have to think of a way to work around it while searching that damn truck.
Words!: 000 Tag!: Open Date!: Month 0th 0000
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VINCENZO MORETTI
Civilian
DETECTIVE
Posts: 35
MINI INFO - GENDER: Male
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: Jan, 23rd 1983
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Police Officer
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Post by VINCENZO MORETTI on Nov 23, 2013 18:24:55 GMT -8
Now that he got some information together. (What little there was.) It was time to check in on that sword that he was told about. The main reason Vincenzo wanted to see it was because of how it was described, it was unlike anything he had ever seen before. As he turned to head to the cop car that housed it, which he couldn’t believe that the officer said that it was just laying on top of the car. Who in their right mind leaves a weapon, no matter what kind it may be, out in the open like that. As he turned he heard one cop yell out about the guy Vincenzo was just questioning running away. You had to be kidding him, really the guy couldn’t wait a few more seconds? Just stand there and take whatever was going to happen in stride?
Of course it was not only Vincenzo’s luck that he had to deal with this troublemaker, but he also had to deal with the fact that no one was making a move, as if they were playing stupid about what to do. He bolted into action, dropping his notepad on the nearest cop car and yelling at some cop to take a different route to hopefully cut off the runner from where ever he was headed. Vincenzo had the general direction of where this guy, who he hadn’t even got a name of, had went. He cut around one warehouse, taking the risk of it either being a short cut or the suspects perfect chance to escape. Luckily for Vincenzo the detour had been in his favor and he spotted the guy.
”Freeze or I will shoot!” For Vincenzo he had enough probable cause to do it, he was investigating not only a fire, but now a murder, the suspect in question ran and was armed with a deadly weapon. The distance between himself and Dominic was hard to judge but he had the man in his sights and hoped that would be enough for the guy to change his mind about running away.
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