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âit seems that the first trial has been held. Iâll look over the case notes later.â
The sight brings to mind a painting sheâd once come across while on a job.
Millaisâ depiction of Ophelia. Her lips parted in a silent expression of anguish, her hair billowing around her shoulders in a plume of sodden curls, her hands turned heavenward with a bushel of flowers slipping through her porcelain fingers.Â
The woman that now rests at their feet, though lacking the same romanticized lens of a 19th century work of art, has an eerie tranquility about her which Kasumi feels would shatter if the woman were to be touched. At first glance, she appears to be unmarred by any external wounds that would give some indication about the truth behind her fate, though what lies beneath her waterlogged clothing is still a mystery.
A murder? Or perhapsâŠ
âDo you think those scientists know anything about this? Or is this another flaw in their system?â
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â... Itâs hard to say,â Willard turned the body on its side, examining for any and all external wounds and marks to indicate what, exactly, had happened to her.
Gently, precisely, like a surgeon, he worked, examining her hands and the flowers that they had been holding, looking for dirt under the fingernails, residue along the stomach, anything that could give away details about the how of the murder.
Of course, going down the list of suspects and motives was even more important.
âYou didnât do this yourself, right?â
He didnât even look up when he asked the question, he asked it as casually as he had routinely opened the victimâs eyes and checked her pupils.
âErâŠâ
Not that this wasnât relatable, but it was a little strange to have someone appear ominously at oneâs door, only to be promptly distracted by oneâs cat. Well, she was a very pretty cat.
âHer name is Estrellita,â Asher concedes.Â
He steps around Willard and the cat to close the door behind them, then crouches next to the pair and strokes a hand idly down Estrellitaâs spine as she noses politely at Willardâs hand.
âSo, Mister WrightâŠIâve told you something about me. Now tell me something about you.â
â... Right. Getting back to business...
ââWho is spreading rumors about youâ...? Iâm sure, as a journalist, you understand that everyone has some information about them floating out there. Itâs just a matter of finding it... and reading between the lines.â
Will looked deeply into Estrellitaâs eyes as she stared back at him, the two seeming to have some sort of intimate conversation outside the need of vocal communication or body language, as he rubbed the side of her face.
â... Excuse me. My work isnât official, as youâve probably guessed. You can rest easy knowing that I donât have much interest in your personal affairs... but I did have some questions about where you come from.
It was a routine list of questions, and Will rattled them off as if he had recited them a thousand times before. âWhat kind of world do you come from?â âDo you have any clues as to why the scientists kidnapped you?â âHave you seen anyone else from your origin world?â âDo they know anything?â âWhat was the last memory you had before you were taken?â âWhat was the first thing you witnessed when you arrived at Hive City?â
Then, after he got the formalities out of the way, Willard went into more detail. His interest wasnât just in where Asher had come from or why he was kidnapped... if it was, he wouldnât have picked him out, exclusively.
âSo... you were a journalist...? Then, tell me, what was your first impression of this place? ... Do you have any suspicions as to the real intentions of the Hive...?â
An artificial city, constructed on highly advanced technology, designated around manipulation, deceit, and experimentation conducted by a shadowy puppet organization on its citizens for reasons unknown.
What was Asherâs opinion on that...?
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Asherâs eyes narrowed behind the open crack of the door. âEven if it was, what makes you think Iâll just answer your questions?â
At his feet, Estrellita peeked curiously through the slight opening between the door and the frame, mirroring her disgruntled master.
The manâs face, when it came into focus, was a completely ordinary face, or would have been if it werenât for the intense expression. He probably wasnât lying about the investigating bit; Asher knew a fellow mystery seeker when he saw one.
The visitor looked like more of a case man than him, though. Police? Private investigator? Whatever the case, his curiosity was peaked.
Asher hesitated for just a moment more, then gave in, as always, to the spirit of inquiry. He closed the door to remove the chain, then pulled it fully open and stepped aside. Though the door to his home was open, his stance remained guarded.
âFine, Mister Wright, but only if youâll tell me whoâs been spreading rumours about me in a town like this.â
Willard was about to go in, but seemed to find something of interest and abruptly stopped.
â... Nice cat.â
He bent down to offer his hand to Estrellita for her inspection and approval before scratching her chin and the side of her face.
âWhatâs her name?â
âOrder is a vital part of any institution. A doctrine, a set of rules, is the very structure of society. In the right hands it allows the protection of the innocent, and for the will of the people to be heard.
âI am here to make sure that will protects every person free of sin. I will not allow those who wish to tear down every innocent person in order to reach the truth abuse their power. In the courtroom or on the streets-those who wish to disregard the heart and hurt those who have committed no crimes... I will not tolerate them...!â
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â â âIf you wish to create laws, you absolutely require the power to enforce them. Iâd like to see someone attempt to throw me in prison or demand a sum of money for my actions.â
â... Youâre right, those punishments would be meaningless to a witch like you.
âWhen a cat misbehaves, they say that spraying them with a water bottle is the best way to teach them right from wrong. I never had to use one on Diana, but I bet youâre a different story.â
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His brow furrowed, a little frustrated at the manâs answer. It wasnât that he didnât expect something like this, it was just⊠annoying. He hadnât even thought of asking of his own future, although he wondered if he was still on the path he was supposed to be on. If he couldnât become an Assassin, if he couldnât return, then what would happen-
He could think about that later, not now. As much as it annoyed him the other could decide what he could and couldnât know, Connor knew he wouldnât get anything else out of him.Â
âAre you not human?â
He acted as if he was well acquainted with all of this, with monsters and with witches. It would only make sense that he was something similar himself then. Along with the way he worded things⊠Connor didnât really care as to what he answered. Rather, he asked out of curiosity. He wanted to know the answer, but what it was didnât matter to him.Â
â⊠Ice cream? I have not tried it. Why?âÂ
âAre you not human?âÂ
Willard shrugged.
That was all he seemed to have to say on the matter.
â... Iâm pretty sure kids usually like ice cream. You can take it as a peace offering so you donât try to break my neck again.
âCome on,â Will motioned for Connor to follow with his chin, âIf you have any other questions, I can answer them after.â
Something told Willard this kid would get into a lot of trouble, regardless of what he said, so maybe lectures werenât the way to approach this. He wasnât even sure if the kid would follow but, he seemed fascinated enough with the world he was in already, and he probably needed a little guidance. Even if he wouldnât accept outright help, there were always other methods...
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âOho! If it isnât Willard! Itâs regrettable that you had to be pulled into this place, but itâs good to see you nonetheless!â
â... I see. So even youâre here.
â... At least you werenât late to this event.â
A rare peaceful night. The noise of traffic beneath his window sounded distant, a quiet back and forth rush like the sound of summer waves. Asher hadnât been doing anything in particular, had just been sitting curled in an armchair post-shower with his cat on his lap, trying to distract himself from dark thoughts by concentrating on the feel of her fur under his fingers. Thatâs when the knock had come on the door.
Estrellita leapt from his arms at the sound, like sheâd been the one expecting a visitor. She padded over to the door and pawed at it once, then turned towards Asher with her usual âdo this for me, humanâ look. Sometimes he really had to wonder who was the master and who was the pet in this relationship.
He stood slowly, watching the door. He wasnât expecting anyone â who did he know who would want to visit? â and it probably wasnât safe to open the door to just anyone in this strange city. But curiosity gnawed at him like it always did, only one of the mixed curse-blessings of his existence.
He peered out through the peephole. Someone stood out there, waiting. Blue coat, mysterious demeanor. No one he knew. Should he just step away from the door and hope they would give up when he didnât answer?
The black cat meowed in annoyance and pawed at the door again. Asher looked at her, then opened the door, leaving the chain in place. The person outside his apartment looked no less inscrutable up close.
âIâm Asher Kendrell,â he answered warily. Of course it occurred to him to deny it, to turn the man away with an easy lie, but if this total stranger already knew his full name, he couldnât just look away and hope to stay out of trouble. âWhatâs this about?â
Beneath him, Estrellita mewed again.
âI have some questions for you. Is it true you used to be involved with journalism?â
Willard leaned in, allowing the light to catch the side of his face. It wasnât threatening, but it was hard to understand his intentions. Maybe that was more dangerous.
âMy name is Willard H. Wright. Iâm conducting an investigation... If youâre the person rumors claim you are, Iâm interested in you.
â... Itâs cold out here. Mind if I come in?â
â... Itâs been a while since Iâve worked on a case âofficiallyâ, hasnât it...â
Case Summary
The war that only became known as âReckoner.â
It was the first exposure Willard had to Hive City and, in a single week, he had seen the ugliest pieces that it had to offer.
Even he was slightly unsettled by the dangerous potential the city had.
The future⊠More questions and less answers, then. It was easier to take in than he thought it would, and it explained the things he saw. That spirit had been able to show him the future, and if that was possible, then surely this was as well.Â
âWhat year. What year is it? For you, I mean.âÂ
He wasnât sure what kind of answer he expected or wanted. Somehow, he felt as if he needed to ask. It was important, even if he couldnât make sense of it.
His demeanor was a bit calmer than before, but as the man continued, that shifted once more. He rolled his eyes without thinking, not hearing much worth listening to. Knowing there were creatures like that was useful, but it didnât mean he was scared. It only meant that he needed to prepare himself to fight them.Â
âI was not trying to. If I faced someone I deemed a threat, it would be different. You proved yourself otherwise, at least for now. If that changes, I am still prepared. Just as I will be always, no matter who or what I face.â
â... ... ... Who I am or where I come from isnât too important. Iâm nobody in particular. Asking me anything about your own future, too, would be pointless.Â
âItâs better not knowing. Thinking about it will only give you a headache.â
Will didnât need to be an expert on American history for that last part to be obvious. Not that he didnât know a thing or two about the genocide and slavery that encapsulated its history, or what it probably meant for this kid...
âI didnât meant to insult you when I said âIâm stronger than you.â Clearly, youâre someone of interest, or you wouldnât be here. But youâre still human. Weâre in completely different leagues.
âBut thatâs enough about that. Since I have absolutely no intention in harming you, and I assume you donât either, the point is useless.
âJust be careful not to get cursed by any witches. Theyâll tear you limb from limb, put you together again, then repeat the process for a thousand years.â
Will meant that literally, but it wasnât certain if he realized it may not have come across as such. Nor was the brutality of the statement really dawning on him.Â
... He still wasnât sure how to deal with kids. It seemed more and more like he was more of a babysitter than a detective.
â... Do you like ice cream?â