Shivonne Glacier

34/107 Witch Heir Apparent Medical Examiner/Mortician The Zealot Necromancer 'The body is the proof, it'll tell you everything you need to know; if you just have the patience to look.'

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All Hands Point North || Shivonne & Harlow

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harlowxkhatri‌:

Harlow wanted to give some snarky response to Shivonne dumbing it down for her, but she was too tired. She didn’t have the desire to start something new with the witch, so she let it slide. “Okay. Thanks.” she said shortly.  

She couldn’t explain why, but she felt a little relieved when Shivonne said there were defensive wounds. Harlow knew Noah would put up a hell of a fight and would be even more worried if he had none. Honestly, this information, while easing some concerns, brought about new ones. Who would do this and frame the wolves? Her first thought was the hunters, but that seemed almost too easy. And why would they do this? The victims had almost nothing in common besides being involved in the supernatural happenings of the town. Harlow rubbed her hands down her face. “I’m just… frustrated. Especially because I’m afraid no one will believe me when I tell them what you just told me.”

“No problem.” she smirked, pausing for a second only to add, “Happy to teach the middle-aged dog a new trick.” It make help make her slightly more interesting to talk to.

With another roll of her eyes, Shivonne squelched the urge to snap another sarcastic remark in favour of something a little less.. biting, another ironic choice of phrase. “Ahh, well here’s the thing; you’re not going to be telling anyone anything. This is my case, the body on the table in there is evidence only I can fully understand and I shall be presenting my thoughts and deductions to the entire Accords panel for consideration. You’re just going to sit there and try not to start a fight with the other factions. Honestly, I did you a favour by telling you this, so don’t go blowing it by touting your innocence until I’ve backed it up. Understand?” It would only cause more tension if the wolves declared their innocence so strongly before she’d spoken.  

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niseecalderon‌:

Nisee snorted in spite of herself. Shivonne was sharp edges, cold as her last name–though Nisee had the good sense not to make that joke–but she liked the heir apparent. Shivonne didn’t bother sugar coating anything, and sometimes Nisee needed the sharp contrast to her own softness.

“Fine,” Nisee grumbled, though she held back a smile, moving in the direction of her apartment. “Thanks, then.” At Shivonne’s words, Nisee cocked her head a bit. She knew a few offensive spells, mostly ones that allowed her to use her environment to her advantage–blasts of kinetic energy and the like–but if Shivonne knew something new…

“Care to share any of that offense?” Nisee asked as they arrived at the Forge. “I know some small stuff, but I’d be interested in learning if you’ve got some pointers.” She knew Shivonne wasn’t a people person, but the woman wasn’t obligated. If she didn’t have the time to help, Nisee wouldn’t be bothered.

Again, Nisee snorted. “A weird plant person I may be,” she said, grinning, “but I know my bourbon. And I don’t keep ‘hippy-home-brewed rubbish’ in the house. Unless it’s tea.” 

“That’s better.” she said, crossing her arms. Shivonne words and her actions were often contrasting, but she would never sit down with a person to discuss that. Thinking on it... she just let people think what they wanted; she couldn’t live her life dependant on what other’s thought.

She’d learnt that from a very young age and even when what other’s did hurt she fought it off. “Honestly, utterly hopeless.” she said shaking her head, “Though I’d rather attempt to teach you a thing or two now than wait until you’re on my table to try and have this conversation.” she deadpanned, rolling her eyes.

“We’ll get into it when we reach your place. I’m not about to start displaying a stabbing spell in the middle of the street.” Shivonne was quite partial to that one, she’d practiced it on several teddy bears in her younger years; every now and then she still got the urge to use it when she passed a large display of stuffed animals.

“Well, it seems miracles will never cease.” she said wryly, gesturing the other to lead the way, “Though perhaps the spell tutorial should come before the bourbon.” Lest she go out and find the closest stuffed animal.  

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nicholasxshinko‌:

Hysteria was a peculiar thing for Nicholas. A contradiction and puzzle like how time affected him and his kind. He could breathe, he could feel air rushing in and out of his lungs despite the shortness of each, but it felt like his lungs were on fire. He could feel the need to calm down skating along his skin, but his nerves under flesh were too heated, too raw for anything like that to be accomplished. He could be calm. But he wasn’t.

He wasn’t when he heard that familiar voice, he wasn’t when the grip on his hair tightened and he continued to rock restlessly, hitting the side of his head with the bunt of his palm.

Stop it. Stop it, stop it, stop it.

Feral eyes stared up at her when Shivonne held his face, what should have been a snarl turning into something more of a groan. “I. Can’t,” he managed through gritted teeth. Get away. Get away from me.

“Oh, for the love of,” Shivonne muttered, looking away out of irritation more than any sort of fear of Nicholas. This was going to get them nowhere fast and she had work to get done. Turning back she yanked hard with both hands on his cheeks to get him looking at her, “Listen to me you bipedal Pluto. We haven’t got time for you to get lost in the myriad of empty corridors you call a head.” she deadpanned.

Calling upon her magic was a simple thing and while may wouldn’t think it if they spoke with her, calming magic was a skill she’d mastered early on. More to help herself through difficult times.

She’d had more of those than she’d care to recall.

Her grip tightened, using the physical connection between them to push a wave of her own icy calm over Nicholas’ panicked emotions. “Now. Calm. Down.” she repeated, voice slow, expression serious and let her magic run its course.

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All Hands Point North || Shivonne & Harlow

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harlowxkhatri‌:

Harlow rolled her eyes at the witch. She and Shivonne never saw eye to eye, and Harlow suspected that would never change. Truthfully, the only reason she remained civil with the other woman was because Nicholas was in witch territory more days than not. Whenever she dealt with the lovely medical examiner, she always wondered why Nicholas chose to stick around. The Alpha had offered him positions before, yet he stayed tending the graves. 

The werewolf was well educated, but had never heard of this ‘occam’s razor’ before. Harlow tilted her head slightly as the explanation, then for clarification asked, “So, basically the notion of ‘not everything is as it seems’?” The thought concerned Harlow even more.   

Harlow shook her head, “No. When something is bitten into, flesh or other, it tears in ways that immediately makes it imperfect. These wounds were precise? And there were no defensive wounds?” That she couldn’t believe. Noah was tough as nails, and would never go done without a fight. “I don’t understand… what would make this strangely perfect marks besides teeth? Did the other victims look like this, too?” At this point, Harlow was desperate for any additional information, she had dozens of other questions, but kept them at bay in fear that Shivonne would know how needy Harlow actually was. 

Shivonne rarely saw eye to eye with anyone. Even when she being polite and ‘kind’ there was an edge to it. Despite that, she got work done at an exceptional level and could put the desires of the coven’s safety at the forefront, even if she didn’t do it with a smile on her face or a spring in her step. The thought alone made her want to curl her lip... Almost as much as having a mutt tend her graves did.

“No.” she said bluntly, and repeated, “All things being equal, the simpliest solution is the best solution. To put it plainly, if it looks like a duck, acts like a duck and quacks like a duck; it’s probably a duck. Or in this case, a werewolf attack.” she deadpanned.

“Oh, there were some defensive wounds,” she said with a nod, “But they were in the most common places, the forearms, the hands.” she shrugged, “All I’m saying is, if someone wanted to frame a wolf for these attacks, they’re done it just a little too perfectly. And if a wolf did commit these attacks, then they’re a walking cliche of attack patterns and shouldn’t have won so easily.” she explained, “As for the other victims that is classified information and bear in mind I didn’t even see the leech who bit it.” she paused, “Hmm, ironic choice of phrase. But, if I were to answer that question, hypothetically, they might bare some similarities.”  

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All Hands Point North || Shivonne & Harlow

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harlowxkhatri‌:

Harlow knew Shivonne was right. She was letting her attachment and emotions cloud her judgment and handling of the situation. However, that did not mean she would let the witch in on that little secret. All the Alpha did was nod, no words needed. A curt nod to let the examiner know that she had heard and understood what she told her. 

At the third dog comparison of the conversation, Harlow had had enough, “Shivonne would it kill you,” she was well aware of her word choice in the current situation, “not to belittle me and my kind for one night so we can grieve without slander?” Harlow assumed the answer would contain the same amount of spite that the previous statements carried, but she said her piece. 

The Alpha seemingly lost her voice at the next comment that came from the witch’s mouth. She blinked quickly in concern as she watched the other woman sit down across from her and followed suit. Whatever came next was bound to be just as serious as she made it out to be. 

Harlow’s heart dropped when she said they were wolf marks on his body. It meant she was wrong, it was someone in her territory, possible in her pack, that was responsible for this. Well, until Shivonne continued. Harlow fought the urge to scoff and roll her eyes. She leaned forward, eager to hear what came next, “Really? What would make those marks then?”

There, she’d been forced to be sympathetic with another member of the supernatural community, surely that fulfilled some quota of good behaviour. Didn’t Harlow see how weak she looked right now? It was hardly the way for a leader to behave, especially when they were required to be strong for their faction.

She stuck her lip out in thought for a moment, as though pretending to consider the other’s words before shrugging and lightly replying, “Hmm. Do you know, I honestly think it would. Though don’t take it personally, if you were a vampire I’d be calling you a leech, if you were a hunter I’d be calling you a moron.” In a tasteful variety of ways of course.

Her next words hit home though and the conversation moved the crux of the other’s visit. “Have you ever heard of occam’s razor?” she asked, “All things being equal the simplest solution is the best solution. A truly clever individual could capitalise on that mentality.”

She paused and added, “Tell me, one of your Hundred and One Dalmatians were to attack someone, would every singe wound be perfectly inflicted? So as to leave absolutely no doubt as to what could have caused it? All spot-on attacks without even the slightest miss or defensive movement? Especially when the victim was a young and healthy wolf?”

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Blood and Water || open

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niseecalderon‌:

Nisee was not generally short tempered. In fact, most of the time Nisee didn’t even acknowledge the rage she knew lurked in the depths of her mind. Tonight, however, she was running on adrenaline, so minor annoyances–like her heir apparent sneaking up on her and scaring her half to death–seemed a bit… more annoying.   

“Gods above, Shivonne,” Nisee snapped as she let the magic go. “Sneaking up on people right now is a good way to get knocked on your ass,” Nisee exhaled sharply through her nose and ran her hand through her hair. Truth be told, she was more frustrated at herself for allowing anyone to sneak up on her. Raising an eyebrow, she allowed a small smile at the almost compliment. It was high praise coming from the sharp witch opposite her. 

“Thanks. I think.” Nisee grumbled good-naturedly. She didn’t waste her breath pointing out that she’d reached out to the roots below the sidewalk, prepared to weaken the very earth beneath the feet of whoever dared attack her. Shivonne wasn’t wrong, there were likely stronger and more offensive spells Nisee could have in reserve, but wards and protection were what she was actually good at.

Instead she just grimaced. 

“I’ll remember that next time,” she said tiredly, turning to continue walking toward her apartment. “I’m on my way home, if you want some tea,” she offered. “Or something stronger, actually.” It was definitely not a night for tea. “Or were you over here to check on something else?”

Shivonne merely smirked. Nisee was just too nice in her opinion and even her showing a bit of backbone (while encouraging) was not about to send her trembling in her boots. Besides, if she’d been aware enough to notice Shivonne was following her in the first place then they wouldn’t be having this conversation.

“Simmer down Poison Ivy.” she deadpanned, “And the day you knock me on my ass is the day I mess up a kidney examination mid-autopsy.” In short: it was never gonna happen. While the other witch’s natural affinity was certainly a very powerful one, Shivonne had yet to see any killer instinct from her; a moment of weakness couldn’t be afforded. Not now and, in Shivonne’s case, not ever.

“Take it as a compliment, I don’t give them out often.” she said lightly, closing the gap between them and coming to stand beside the other. “Though, a word of advice, I’m a firm believer in the best defence being a strong offence.” And given the viciousness of these attacks, which she’d seen first hand on more than one victim, hiding behind barriers wasn’t worth doing.  

Best to just go for a kill.

“Good, then my work here is done.” And she’d have preferred to continue her rounds, but... if Nisee was seen home it was one less thing to worry about. “I’ll take something stronger but it had better be good quality. I catch even a whiff of some hippy-home-brewed rubbish and I’m out of there.”

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All Hands Point North || Shivonne & Harlow

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harlowxkhatri‌:

Harlow never really had extremely violent tendencies, but now, Shivonne’s face looked incredibly punchable. She pushed down the thought of taking her nails to the witch’s perfect skin. She quickly balled her fists at her sides, trying to get deep breaths in, which were coming in pants currently. “Do not speak about him in that way. He is so much more than a piece of evidence you shove in a locker at the end of a case.”

The names she had for the wolves brought back that feeling of wanted to physically harm the witch, which she wouldn’t do, but that didn’t stop the thought. She would certainly come back with Max, Soren, or Caden, but they were all preoccupied at the current moment. Instead, Harlow rolled her eyes and listened to her options. 

The Alpha had to fight one battle at a time with Shivonne. She’d address the name calling and stereotypes at a later date, unless they got too out of hand. “Fine. I’ll be back to see him. Until then,” Harlow swallowed her pride for the sake of the pack, “I will abide by your rules, because I need to know what you think happened.” She hated giving into Shivonne this easily, but honestly, she was too tired to put up a fight. She needed answers, and she needed them now. 

Shivonne sighed, “Look, the body in that room is just that, a body. It’s something we treat with respect, with dignity, and we honour it for what it tells us about Noah Lehane’s life. But it isn’t Noah Lehane anymore; the quintessential essence that made him, him is gone.” This was a talk she’d had with more bereaved people than she’d care to recount. “And once this is finished, that body will go to his family so you can perform whatever rites you need to.”

But until then, the body was first and foremost evidence and she wanted her claims to carry weight amongst the other factions then she must ensure that every rule was followed to the letter and that her actions were above reproach. This also meant she couldn’t go calling to Noah in the After... At least not until she was asked or given permission.  

“Good girl.” she smirked, stepping from professional back to her usual self far too easily. “Now take a seat because you’re likely to fall down when I tell you what I know and suspect.” Shivonne said dryly, moving away from the door to take a seat on the rather stiff sofa in her waiting room. “I’ve examined the body extensively and every single injury points perfectly to a wolf.” she paused, and looked Harlow in the eye before reiterating slowly, “Every. Single. One. There is no mark on that body that appears to be anything other than a wolf attack.” Another pause before she added, “I don’t think a wolf killed him.”