Zeitgeist 4e

Fifth Report: Danorian Consulate Murder - Day 1

It’s been a rough few weeks since Axis Island. Pantera was assigned away from us, onto another team or on her own – Betty might know, but I don’t. We’ve been put in office work and busy-work, nothing out in the field. It’s been boring..

In any case. To the actual report.

11 AM, first day of summer. Assistant Chief Inspector Delft came in and informed us that we had an assignment. A young woman had leapt out of the fourth floor of the Danorian Consulate, and landed half in our jurisdiction. (Ick.) He’d brought someone with him to help us out, a fire mage by the name of Ianco. “Don’t let him destroy anything.”

Off we went, in an actual carriage, down to the beach. The Danorian Consulate faces the ocean, which gives it a lovely view but makes the heat and mugginess even worse. We still arrived an hour after Delft had appeared in our office, and two hours after the death occurred, in time only to find someone scrubbing the blood off the gate. One of our officers, Alfred Bellstar, was waiting outside to hand off the scene to us. There had been gunfire inside, he said, and then she jumped. Someone had supposedly approached the body before the constabulary got there, but he had no idea who, or where the someone went. He couldn’t tell us anything else, and walked off.

Just inside the newly-scrubbed gate waited the Danorian security chief, Julian Lebricks. He walked us inside to where they’d brought the body,, briefing us as we walked. The dead woman was named Nilasa Hume, apparently. She’d been to the consulate a few times, as she was dating one of the servants, a Danorian by the name of Braden. However, today, Julian had found her upstairs, slipping something into her pocket, and he’d fired at her. She’d fled from the window, and the rest we knew.

We reached the body at this point, and the fire mage took over. Per his magical check, Julian hadn’t told us the truth: Nilasa had a mysterious wound from some kind of necrotic energy, which couldn’t have come either from a gun or from the glass (which had left separate wounds). More, her face was healed – from something, presumably the necrotic energy – after death.

In her pockets, we found a bail certificate from the Parity Lake Police Station. More importantly, we found an empty elixir vial, tucked into her top. According to Ianco, the elixir had been one of invisibility, which is illegal. Also according to Ianco, Nilasa had not been able to wield magic.

Julian had been hovering in the background, obviously impatient for us to finish up and move on. He agreed to bring in a couple people for us to speak to. First was Braden, who didn’t require any bringing, as he’d been sitting by the body when we came in, and hadn’t gone any further away than the hallway outside. They’d only been dating a short time, he told us. They’d met at a place called the Thinking Man’s Tavern. She’d come here regularly, and used to bring chocolates for everyone. Today – well, today the chocolate had been mixed with powdered fae pepper. (Which explained how nobody had noticed Nilasa vanishing upstairs, above and beyond the invisibility elixir.)

Once Braden left again, with a last lingering look at Nilasa’s body, Thava requested to speak to the consulate secretary. She’d noticed the woman watching us as we came in, apparently. The secretary was perfectly willing to tell us what little she knew. She hadn’t been close to Nilasa, and hadn’t been a fan of hers. The only really new thing she could tell us was that she’d seen Nilasa speaking to a foreign doctor who’d come to the consulate to apply for a visa. The doctor’s name? Wolfgang von Recklenhousen, apparently. The address on file was for a temporary hostel, where he was staying while waiting for the visa.

Julian then reluctantly took us up to the scene of the crime – the room from which Nilasa had jumped. Just from looking around, it was increasingly obvious that Julian had left out more than just a mysterious source of necrotic energy. The only marks left from a weapon were from some kind of slashing weapon, not bullet holes.

Thava asked Julian where the bullet holes were, partially because we wanted to know, and partially – oh, hell, Betty can take it out of my braids later – to distract him. The consul’s door was next to the room where the death had taken place, and more, the scratches around the lock betrayed that it had been picked recently. Betty got in (without leaving scratches, she said). She saw a drawer standing open, with the same marks around the lock.

Unfortunately, there’s only so long you can ask questions of a man who’s bent on concealment before either you or he lose patience. We’d long since figured out that Julian was covering for more than just the Consulate, but that hadn’t told us what else he was covering for, and he was increasingly impatient with us. He noticed Betty leaving the Consul’s room, and told us to get out. Not even Thava’s best intimidating loom could keep us in the consulate after that.

He couldn’t kick us out of the general area, however – and we had a multitude of witnesses to interview. We split up, to speak to as many people as possible.

Some interviews were more successful than others. All I got out of the businessman I spoke to was that maybe he’d heard a gun go off. But Ianco could report that apparently Nilasa had had her face covered before she jumped, and also that she hit the fence before someone shot at her. Even better, Betty came back with news that someone had identified the man who’d gone up to Nilasa’s dead body as she lay, half-in, half-out of the consulate grounds. It had been Dr. Wolfgang, the man the secretary had mentioned. Even better, the witness said that the good doctor had snatched a yellow pendant from Nilasa’s neck, then sprinted off down an alley – an alley to which the witness could guide us.

The alley was a very useful alley! It contained not only signs of a struggle, but also a paper marked with the Danorian consular seal (which contained only something about ownership of a particular badge, but still, we had a better idea as to what Nilasa had stolen from the consulate). Among those signs of struggle (footmarks, bits of things thrown around) was an oddly coagulated spatter of blood on the ground. Careful magical observation revealed the recent use of electrical magic, and that the blood in the spatter was infused with necromantic energy. (So far, so good with our new group member.)

And then the cabbie hailed us from the end of the alley, wanting to know what we were doing and did we know where the bearded man had gone.

His name was Jack Pyan – the cabbie, that is. Apparently he’d picked up Dr. Wolfgang from that alley, although the doctor hadn’t given his name. He’d driven him to the Bluebirds hostel, where the doctor had said he would be right back out. When he was not right back out, leaving Jack minus his fee, Jack had come back to where he’d picked up the man, just in case. Lucky us, we’d been there to find.

Betty and I took advantage of this opportunity, and hired him to take us over to Parity Lake Station. There, we were politely informed that it would take three hours for them to copy Nilasa Hume’s file, if we’d care to wait. Betty fluttered her eyeslashes at the cute desk clerk, and sat down, while I rolled mine and headed back to the office. They’d asked for regular updates, after all.

I got back around the same time as Thava and Ianco, who had gone to investigate the hostel where the doctor was supposedly staying. He’d had no privacy there, no room set apart – the beds were set up like dormitories, and he hadn’t left behind any luggage for us to investigate. There wasn’t even so much as a blood trail for them to follow.

Attached please find the copy of the criminal file of Nilasa Hume, the transcript of Thava’s verbal report, Betty’s report, and the report that Ianco typed up under much protest and only using two fingers. Seriously, mages.


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