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outer_divide2014-01-27 09:37 pm
anuglyman) wrote in outer_divide2014-01-27 09:37 pm
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[Video] | Wednesday afternoon
[A smug-looking Rumplestiltskin is back on the network. After being gone, to anyone who might have noticed (read: Belle, and possibly Loki), since Friday.]
Well, that was a bit of an adventure. It's good to be back. Even better, though, to have discovered something of import.
[He turns the crystal's viewer away from himself, to show where he is: the home of the murdered woman from the week before. Some people might recognize it, but most people probably won't. Thankfully, they have narration.]
This is the home of Nadia, that lovely young woman who died last week. In her own home, no less. In this very room. I have discovered the identity of her murderer. Behold.
[He's enjoying this, can you tell? There's a pause, and then the room swirls with purple smoke. When it clears, said young woman is there. She's sitting in her living room with another familiar face, the librarian page who turned up dead Thursday with two others. They're drinking tea. Nadia picks up the dishes and moves off to the kitchen with them. The visual follows her, as does her killer. They're chatting, though the vision has no sound, so no one can tell what about. As Nadia finishes the dishes, her back to her friend, he walks up behind her and slits her throat neatly. Thankfully for the potential children watching, their backs are to the video feed, so all anyone sees is the woman crumpling to the ground. Rumple even politely turns the feed away before there's more than a little blood.]
Very interesting, wouldn't you say? They were apparently friends, and he is acting in quite an un-librarian fashion. Even more interesting, given he turned up dead, not two days later. Food for thought, is it not?
[And with that, he turns off the feed-- and gets the hell out of that house before someone shows up to arrest him for trespassing on a crime scene, no matter how old. He'll be responding to things in a minute... once he's someplace a bit safer than here.]
Well, that was a bit of an adventure. It's good to be back. Even better, though, to have discovered something of import.
[He turns the crystal's viewer away from himself, to show where he is: the home of the murdered woman from the week before. Some people might recognize it, but most people probably won't. Thankfully, they have narration.]
This is the home of Nadia, that lovely young woman who died last week. In her own home, no less. In this very room. I have discovered the identity of her murderer. Behold.
[He's enjoying this, can you tell? There's a pause, and then the room swirls with purple smoke. When it clears, said young woman is there. She's sitting in her living room with another familiar face, the librarian page who turned up dead Thursday with two others. They're drinking tea. Nadia picks up the dishes and moves off to the kitchen with them. The visual follows her, as does her killer. They're chatting, though the vision has no sound, so no one can tell what about. As Nadia finishes the dishes, her back to her friend, he walks up behind her and slits her throat neatly. Thankfully for the potential children watching, their backs are to the video feed, so all anyone sees is the woman crumpling to the ground. Rumple even politely turns the feed away before there's more than a little blood.]
Very interesting, wouldn't you say? They were apparently friends, and he is acting in quite an un-librarian fashion. Even more interesting, given he turned up dead, not two days later. Food for thought, is it not?
[And with that, he turns off the feed-- and gets the hell out of that house before someone shows up to arrest him for trespassing on a crime scene, no matter how old. He'll be responding to things in a minute... once he's someplace a bit safer than here.]
[Video | Private]
[The repetition's a little softer now. She's relieved to see him, but over the network doesn't really match in person.]
...I don't know which possibility's more disturbing, that someone might be using magic to hide what they're doing, or that there's some sort of...contagious murderous impulse infecting people.
[Or mind control. But the victims who've been found so far don't seem to have any unifying link she can see. It would be a very purposeful sort of violation to no apparent overall purpose.]
[Video | Private]
[Which he tends to not bother with, honestly. It's more fun to toy with people than to control them directly, and he never really had much need to control people except through fear, anyhow.]
No one was missing a heart, as far as I could tell. Or forensics could tell, for that matter.
[Video | Private]
[She pauses, shading just a little paler.]
If it is control. What if it really is a contagion? The people on this world created horrible things during their war. Were you able to tell if Nadia killed anyone before she died?
[Video | Private]
[Though he does look thoughtful, as the streets behind him in the video fade out and become, rather abruptly, the buildings across the street from their home. He'd gotten close enough to simply magic himself the rest of the way. Safest for avoiding cops.]
Though if I could get access to other murder sites, I could certainly try. Not for a while, though. I don't imagine I'll be very popular for a while, with the sheriff's office.
[He sounds a bit smug again, there, and there's the sound of the front door opening as he slip inside.]
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This is mostly because she appears in the front hall only a few seconds after the door falls shut to greet him with a fierce embrace that, more than anything else, telegraphs just how worried she'd been.]
The sheriff will learn to work with you.
[Or regret it, which she can't really chide him for right now, not with the memory of Nadia's end still painted vividly on her eyelids whenever she blinks.]
Just don't disappear again.
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I won't. Or I shouldn't. I had a nice chat with the artificial intelligence thing from the ship. She let me know what not to do.