Sometimes you just gotta break stuff!
"Alright kid - I know you are angry - you got a right to be - and we are here to help. Tell ya what:" Salt takes a quickswig here "If you come outside and tell us what happened, I'll let you play with my nightstick - just beat some skeletons down with 'em too. Still got cracked bone scrapes on it - but you gotta hurry!"
Carrot first...
If he comes outside, she will immediately give him her nightstick, as promised!
"I... but I got to figure out what happened to master Kemeneles went? He always said that Porphyry was an evil witch and not to trust her," he says in a somewhat lightened tone. The sounds of things being thrown around randomly inside stop. You feel as if he has gone from a rather unfriendly position of you all to one a little bit more agreeable.
The oracle wracks his memory for any 'Kemeneles,' but finds nothing. Instead, he takes a different tack. "We're members of the Edgwatch, young man, and we can help you find your master far more than any broken experiments." Greyjay says gently. "Why don't you come on out and tell us more?"
”Oy, Salt. We’re not for knowing if the boy’s got a right to be angry yet. This may be a big misunderstanding.”
"You're going to help me... alright then, I'm coming out," says the squeaking young boy's voice as you hear objects be moved away from the door before seeing the young man. He was of a Taldane look, with blonde hair and a little bit of acne upon his face, "You know where Kemeneles is right, ore at least you can help me, right?"
Porphyry moves past letting off a sigh of utter relief as she enters her home and business, "Thank you officers, now get that boy away from my damned place or the next time he tries to decide to take his own law out I'll fry him," she says before closing the door. It appears like nothing mattered more than her getting him out as curses arose from inside as she most likely surveyed the damage.
The red strings go all over.
Abi starts questioning the boy, her interest piqued by a potential missing persons case (maybe even a missing celebrity case).
"I'm sure we'll be able to help, we just need you to answer a few questions to help us help you. You said you're looking for your master Kemeneles? Is that the same Kemeneles as the famous Andoran author and spy? When and where did you last see him?"
"Who ever heard of a famous spy? Once your famous for it, you are certainly no spy."
"But yes, boy, tell us more of who you seek."
"You can too have a famous spy! They could be a master of disguise so that everyone knows who they are but nobody knows who they might be next. Or it could be a bluff - if everyone knows you are a spy and reason as you did that you can't be a very good spy because everyone knows that you are one and so they underestimate you and let their guards down. Or they could be retired and nobody suspects that they've returned to the field for one final mission..." Abi realises that she is getting sidetracked, and that arguing with her colleagues in front of a witness isn't very professional. She coughs and straightens her uniform as she turns back towards the youth. "Anyway, you were saying?"
Salt takes a quick peek inside before Porphyry rushes to assess the damage.
Clapping back at Drogyn "Everyone has a right to be angry, happy, sad, or whatever they like #145" but also in agreement "Most disputes are little more than disagreements"
She hands the boy the nightstick, as promised "That's a sport. Alright then. Tell Salt what happened" referring to herself in the third person! "This here is #36- err - Auntie Abi" she corrects herself "Helluva investigator - if she can't find this Kemeneles, then Kemeneles can't be found!" realizing her mistake (the implications if the boy fails to acknowledge her teammate's talent on a mere first impression), she backpeddles somewhat "Anyhow, she may have a spare book for you to read if'n you help us help you by getting your story straight. Let's have it!"
"What, a spy, what are you... he he's just a wizard. I'm just his apprentice," he says a little befuddled by the questioning. His hands fumble with the baton, not sure what to do with it,"He said to me that Porphyry was a wicked woman from back in the day and she wasn't to be trusted. When he disappeared I assumed she must have done something to him. Aren't you supposed to be helping me or something?"
"We'd like to be helping ye, young lad, but by yer own accord, ye have no evidence to go on."
Turning to his squad.
"I say we bring the lad back to the precinct and discuss the situation with the lieutenant. We have a beat to be keepin' an eye on and the boy will be in better hands with a detective with more experience the the lot of us.
And now back to the boy.
"Ye seem like a good lad. the Edgewatch will be gettin' to the bottom of this for ye. We'll just be needin' to put the right people on it to give ye the best chance to be find yer wizard."
Salt calls for Porphyry to come back outside "Still got official business to tend to - paperwork and all - if you wouldn't mind stepping back outside ma'am" through the closed door.
And probably drawing a look from Drogyn Locke which she responds with "What?" then "Only info we got is what we got - I'm reserving judgement until more facts come to light!"
Greyjay watches quietly as his comrades discuss with the youth what the matter is, reserving judgment until he hears more.
Porphyry walks back out looking rather upset that such was so, "Yes, what is it?" she says with crossed arms.
The boy however is somewhat panicked and distressed. He definitely feels to you at least that he is telling the truth that his master has suddenly disappeared. There is in fact
"My name is Eunice. Kemeneles and I split up to find lodging a few days ago, gave me enough to hold me for a week or two. I haven't seen him in three days," he says glumly, "I'm sorry Ms. Porphyry.
Porphyry sighs, "Accepted. Kemeneles is a lot of things including stupid but he wouldn't abandon you."
Greyjay tilts his head thoughtfully, before taking a deep breath to calm himself and reach into the vagaries of the universe. He seeks the answer to a question: Where should we start looking for this Kemeneles? The less specific the question, the more likely he would be able to discern an answer from the hidden truths.
Returning from his reverie, Greyjay sighs. Figures. Never works when you need it, really. He looks to the youth. "Perhaps we should take you to the precinct, then. Our detectives are quite skilled, and may be able to help you."
He casts a look at the others. "We do have duties to attend to, and may not be well-suited to this sort of thing."
"It's not far, if that is where you want to go."
Abi is itching to investigate this matter further but recognises that the best thing at this point may be for Eunice to go to the precinct to file a report while they continue on their patrol. However she continues mulling over possibilities in her head.
"That's the spirit" seeing an apology given and accepted "Ms. Porphyry - what more can you tell us about Kemeneles?" she winks knowingly at Greyjay "There are many kinds of "stupid" after all - any information you can give can assist us in our investigation into the matter" she moves as if to take her aside, in case she is more open to speaking one-on-one than to the whole group (including the boy).
"I can go to the precinct to fill out the papers on my own, I'm a responsible adult," Eunice speaks, his voice cracking as he hands back the baton if he hadn't already done so. His youth betrayed him, especially from his recent outburst.
Porphyry continues to look rather annoyed but doesn't seem to angry at the question raised from Lavanna, "If you want this for your report my name is Marin Porphyry and I own this workshop for my arcane practice. Roger Kemeneles and I regrettably courted seven years ago. I have not seen him since. I didn't know he was in the city again nor took on an apprentice," she speaks in what felt like the honest truth.
"Nay lad, yer neither responsible nor an adult. And don't be takin' on the mantle of either any time soon. Enjoy yer youth. The Watch will be findin' yer mentor, be sure of that. We'll quickly escort ye to the precinct and get back to our watch."
Drogyn looks to his companions for approval to his plan.
Scarlett nods in approval. "As usual, my strong friend, you have laid out a solid plan."
Salt suppresses a giggle at the phrase "regrettably courted" - she takes some notes.
When Locke pipes up, she nods, and taking back her nightstick, prepares to escort the boy, a stern expression over her face.
-Reported missing by his Apprentice Eunice
-Last seen three days ago before Enuice put in report
-Prior negative relationship to fellow wizard Marin Porphyry
-Was looking for a place to stay
-Had Courted Porphyry in the past. Are not in contact with each other.
The group appears to decide that escorting the young wizard apprentice back to the precinct. When they all returned for the day they found a new receptionist, this time a somewhat elderly catfolk woman whom with a slight purr to her old voice, "Hello officers how can I help you today?" she asks them. The name on her desk plate showed her name was Milah Sune.
Scarlett's eyebrows furrow a bit as she purses her lips. "And who are you?"
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Scarlett's eyebrows furrow a bit as she purses her lips. "And who are you?"
"I am Milah Sune. I work the front desk today here from noon to midnight. I took over for Mrs. Carlyle. Is there something you need officers?" she responds kindly before looking at the boy with an inquisitive look.
"A lost child perrrhaps?"
"I am not lost nor a child. My master is missing and I cannot find him utterly anywhere!" Eunice quicklybspat out with several cracks in his young voice.
Milah would pull out a paper from a drawer and slide it across the desk, "Patience patience. Fill out this form and the department will do a search for him."
The paper itself was simply a missing persons report.
”Thank ye, Milah. It’s a pleasure to me ye. We’ll be needin’ to find the young wizard’s teacher. He’s been missing and we be needin’ someone to investigate.”
Help fill out the form and then back to the beat.
With suspicion in her eyes, Sergeant Salt quickswigs from her flask - only to discover it empty! - and cursing under her breath, eyeballs Milah Sune with suspicion.
"I suppose I can get detective Bolera when she returns back to the office. She along with detectives Lowry and Halligan were called away, a few folk have gone up missing and the three of have been busy with so many new cases."
"Understandable, miss. It's a busy time for all of us here." Greyjay steps in, his voice sympathetic. "I have confidence that the Edgewatch will be able to find him." He adds, looking at the apprentice mage. Though whether he'll be alive when they do is a different question...
Abi's eye's light up at Milah Sune's words. "A few folks have gone missing you say? How many? Do they think the disappearances might be connected? I understand Detectives Bolera, Lowry, and Halligan probably have this covered, but if they are as busy as you say and need someone to bounce ideas off I'd be happy to help."
"And be two places at once?" Sergeant Salt rolls her eyes "Let's just stick to our beat" unless "They got it covered, right?" she asks Milah Sune.
”Perhaps these are questions we can ask once we get the lad settled, Abi.”
Drogyn turns to the young apprentice and offers him a mint from his pouch.
”Lad, yer smart, so I know ye can see we’re doing the right thing. I’ll come back and check on ye when we’re done our day. Don’t ye be leaving here without leaving information on where ye’ll be. If he be needin’ a place to stay, I have a place nearby with an extra bed until we find yer wizard friend. Trust that we’ll find him.”
"Anything else you can tell us that might help?"
"Let's keep focused, Abi. We can help investigate after we finish our duties to the watch." Greyjay says, mildly reproving. "Drogyn here speaks for me as well, young man. We'll come back to check on you when we're done with our day, alright?"
Turning his attention to his squadmates, he shrugs slightly. He is clearly ready to leave whenever they are.
"I wouldn't know officers If they'd need help. Bolera is one of the best detectives out there in the city... though from what I've heard Lowry and Halligan are a bit odd. They should have it handled, missing person cases aren't uncommon, especially during a festival year with soo many visitors about. I heard one of our stations out on the west end of the quarter has already had to find the parents to a few lost children," she says sincerely in response.
Eunice takes a quill from his bag and dips it in an inkwell on the desk and began to write out the information required for the report, "I'll be fine on my own. Master said that we could stay at the colleges in the Wise Quarter if we couldn't find a good place. Just use his name."
The voice of Lavarus could be heard from one of the pipes that came down from the wall behind Milah, "Is that patrol #21? Send them into my office."
”Good that ye have a place, lad. We’ll be seein’ ye. Our boss is callin’ us, so we’ll be headin’ off now. If ye’d like to be makin’ things right with Sarenrae, then ye’ll be heading back to make amends in that shop if we prove she’s innocent.”
And with that, Drogyn straitens his uniform and motions for the team to follow him to the office.
Following Drogyn's initiative "C'mon #21" she coughs.
To the boy "Thanks for the tip, kid" she flips him a single copper, which topples and tumbles through the air in a predictable arc, so as to be rendered an easy catch, taking her leave.
Greyjay follows the others, nodding slightly at the youth. When he enters the office of their lieutenant, he inclines his head. "Sir."
Abi also follows the others into the Lieutenant's office.
Once you are all in the Lieutenant's office you could see that Lavarus was already working on yet another mountain of paperwork for the day. The man seemed to be a paper work filing machine, scanning through them with a lit cigar in his mouth and taking his ink pen them to each one like a mad man before placing it one of several different piles on a counter behind him, "I was told by the fire department next door you did a splendid job in dealing with a fire today. It could have been far worse if you all hadn't intervened as you had, though Carlyle said that two of you came in in a rush, even depositing your badge on their desk seeming to quit. She'd have gotten a name but you were out before she could," he looks up from his paper work unhappy, "I'm not sure what kind of stunt this was but I don't like it. The job can be stressful but if you need mental help see the doctor here. We are already somewhat short of staff for tis damned festival and I can't have one of you breaking down on me. Things like that can't folk killed.
He doesn't seem to look at anyone in particular as he goes on, [b]"Officer cleared up the undead panic you stopped and we are working to identify the bodies. A shame but you've put them to rest. Now you all get some rest and clock out for the day. The Quarter master somehow got his shipment in and we are fully stocked finally so help yourself to paying for what he might have," he huffs his cigar before writing down something in his notes.
"Any questions?"
"No questions from me at this time, sir!" Abi says cheerily "Not that you answer them anyway" she adds under her breath, hopefully too quiet for the Lieutenant to hear.
Salt nods in agreement with Abi - she pipes up with 0 questions.
”Before we’re for leavin’, lieutenant, do ye have any updates on the boy and his missing master?”
"Who is missing, what in the blazes are you talking about? he says raising his brow. He most likely wouldn't know of the missing master and the boy as you just turned it in.
Greyjay arches a brow at Drogyn. "I think he's a little confused, sir. We did take some injuries during a fight with some undead. A missing persons case - we just dropped it off for investigation by others better suited to such things than us."
He pats Drogyn's shoulder subtly but apologetically.
"There is a boy, sir" Lavanna butts in to back Drogyn's play "Whom is relying on Unit #21 to Solve the just-filed Missing Persons case involving his mentor - I believe you have Bolera, Lowry and Halligan on it" then adding another "Sir" so that he remembers that he is the boss before finally "So the only question I have, Sir, is: Can officers #234, #145, #308, #107, and #363 be instead transferred to that case?"
Realizing this is somewhat of a challenge of authority, she puffs her chest out so as to appear larger and taking up of more space, leaning into the ask trying to convince the room that it is indeed a good idea!
Lavarus looked unamused but didn't seem overall bothered, "If it is a serious injury see the doctor. I don't need an officer of mine hurt on the job causing themselves to be a danger to others."
"Sgt. Saltspray," he says turning his attention to her, "That department has many cases and what I need are officers of the law on the streets. If detective Bolera believes her department can handle the workload then I will take her word for it... however if you insist and are so dedicated I will leave a message that you five would like to help."
"I do, Sir, insist. Thank you, Sir." she nods to Drogyn then takes her place back sitting down.