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Strobes of blue and red flash through the dust-ridden windows, illuminating the interior of the rather dingy and poorly-lit house. While there are other officers on the scene, Amelia takes her focus upon the mocked corpse that lays slumped against the peeling wallpaper, in a pool of his own darkened blood. Above it, a message which feels cryptic and unnerving. ❝ Victim identified as Carlos Ortiz ; he has multiple counts of aggravated assaults and theft. Judging by the state of the corpse, he's been here for a while...Neighbouring houses haven't seen much of Ortiz while he was alive. They say he kept to himself. ❞ she informs her supervisor. They share a brief conversation until it is interrupted by Hank's arrival. Amelia regards Hank's arrival with a mere nod, raising an eyebrow as though to ask where he had been and why he had arrived so late. She is met with a grumble in response, and her attention is immediately situated on the android that makes himself known to her. ❝ Fucking androids. ❞ she hears Hank mutter under his breath. Amelia was aware of the existence of androids, but she regarded this being the first time encountering one let alone one that specialized in the criminal and law force. She nods to him as well in acknowledging his presence, a warm smile crossing her lips.
❝ Connor. Name's Amelia. We could always do with more detectives... useful ones at least. ❞ the last part comes out in a lower, hushed voice as emerald eyes quietly watch her supervisor walk out in a hurry. Something about needing fresh air.
A quiet sigh escapes her. ❝ Well, Connor. I gathered what evidence I could. Think there might be something else you see? ❞
—— ◯ —— Stark flashes of light across the room cast elongated shadows, giving everything an eerie appearance and draping the space in a veil of uncertainty. Careful feet carry him across with calculated precision, his steps landing softly in spots where there is no evidence to be found, as though moving through a minefield. He scans the area briefly as he listens to her summarize the current state of things, his auditory sensors tuning in to her voice. Hank’s comment does not go unnoticed; his head tilts subtly in his direction at that, as if listening in.
The disdain from some of the officers around does not go unnoticed either. In this tense atmosphere, the appearance of a friendly smile on Amelia's face would be a welcome change - if only he were capable of experiencing relief.
He offers a short polite nod.
“ It’s a pleasure to meet you, Amelia, ” voice courteous, gives no indication he knew her name before she even opened her mouth. “ You know, I was fortunate enough to be assigned the task of escorting lieutenant Anderson to this very crime scene. ”
His gaze then shifts, moving from Amelia to the hunched form of the lieutenant, still clearly struggling to shake off the effects of a night drenched in alcohol. He’s not quite sure why he is informing his niece of this. Perhaps she might be able to keep him in line. For the investigation.
A proper, in depth scan is in order. He drops down to a squat near the body - zeroes and ones dance into view to paint a picture that starts right there. “ It’s not a fresh body - maybe three weeks. He was stabbed, 28 times. He is in a severe state of putrefaction. ”
And then, without warning, he reaches down to dip his fingers in a pool of blood, and brings them to his mouth.
PROCESSING DATA … 100% DNA Analysis: ORTIZ, Carlos. Sample date: >19 days. Trace amounts of C₁₇H₂₁NO₄ found.
“ Seems like the victim was no stranger to illicit substances. I found Red Ice in his blood. ”
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Shadows loomed among the thicket of stumps and leaves; one moment they were there, another moment they were void of sight. There were but groups of them that crept about the Vastayan lands, of which poor souls met with their demise - trapped in between the conflict of war between blade and shuriken, a battle that was not their own to fight. The Vesani woman fell victim to the brief outbreak, caught in the unexpected violence during a routine walk in search of wandering souls to salvage. There was an attempt to escape which unfortunately was met with a blow to the leg and sent her against erected rocks harshly. The surrounding bushes kept her obscure, allowing Ahri to dissolve from her fox form and become human once again. She sucked in the air sharply, the wound on her leg emitting a stinging sensation that rippled through her lower body. Warmth coated her leg, it's metallic scent and scarlet hue making its appearance before her amber eyes. Her breathing forced its way to steady itself, awaiting the noises to disappear before she would consider a route of escape, even if it meant to crawl her way.
☽ —— ⋆ Hoof hits solid earth, Soraka’s steps carrying her nimbly through war ravaged land. Distantly, clang and clash of weapons can be heard, her heartbeat quickening as she moves through the undergrowth. Her star power burns through her mortal body as she scans the area, feeling pain and suffering all around.
She drops down to help a vastaya in need, their furred legs bent underneath mangled body, and it takes a great deal of burning from within her own to save them, helping them to their feet after. She sends them on their way with a blessing to keep them safe on their way.
A soft sigh, a wipe of the brow. The burning within subsides. Then, just ahead, a pinpoint of pain from another one; like a point on a map of suffering that spreads through the land. Her legs move almost automatically as she approaches the bushes. Parts the branches gently. Eyes widen at the sight of crimson spilling out.
She keeps her voice soft and low when she speaks up. “Please don’t be afraid. I can help.” Her hands up to show she isn’t armed, movements slow and deliberate. “I promise I won’t hurt you.”
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—— ◯ —— Detroit is blue and grey in the pouring rain. There is a slight sheen of it on his shoulders when he enters the room, the soft shimmer of droplets giving him a subtle glow. The place reeks musty and old, a slight tinge of blood in the air. He scans the area. Small details do not escape him, and he steps over a threshold into the room that served as the stage for the murder, the evidence of which is spread around like pieces of a puzzle that easily click together.
He sees her in the corner looking over clues, a quick scan enough to run some of her info.
MATCH FOUND: ANDERSON, AMELIA. Born: ** / ** / **** // DPD officer. Criminal record: Not applicable.
He straightens himself up, walking over to her.
“ Hello. My name is Connor, I’m the android sent by CyberLife. I was assigned to assist with this case. ” Eyes glued to her to scan her body language, to see how she reacts, then, a softening of his features. “ It’s a pleasure to meet you. ”
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