Joel Yorick [] 489 [] He/Him [] Neutral [] M: Open
The red sun. A glorious sunrise burned brightly through the parlor, a quaint place more office than living room. Ashes scattered about sporadically, empty coffee mugs here and there, and one to many inkless pens. In the center of the mess was a man... A rather irritated man. His hair bedraggled, eyes wild and bleary, his skin mildly paled, and his beard slightly unkempt, it was clear the man lacked sleep or proper self care... To preoccupied with what lay before him.
He grumbled to himself, his bloodshot eyes narrowed dangerously at a series of symbols scrawled upon a sheet of paper. Runes. This had to be the what, hundred and seventy Something-th...?
He rubbed his bleary eyes, trying to chase the sleep away. He took a pen from his hand and began to chew on it thoughtfully, before him was a Rune Seal. A very complicated rune seal. For weeks he has been working on this particular seal, the idea for its creation having came to him in a dream... Him, teleporting like the Demons do. The possibilities were endless!
... And yet he was getting no where, a miscalculation here, to much magic there. Regardless, he believed he was close. On the verge of a break-through with his magics! He took the pen from his mouth, and scribbled a few more symbols upon the paper. Strange swirls, dots, and several characters of different languages.
He worked for several minutes before there was a sharp knock on his door. His head snapped up in surprise, his working rhythm broken.
"Who is it?", he asked tersley.
"It's Price. Open the door, this is urgent!", the voice replied in a hurried manner.
The man, Joel, sighed. Placing down his paper, and grabbing a mug on the floor next to him. He brought it to his lips only to scowl. Empty. Passing a counter, he set down the empty coffee mug with a look of ire, before heading towards the door and opening it.
Before him was another man, an official looking gentleman with well groomed hair, pressed pants, and a badge. In his hand was a steaming coffee from a local Cafe, and in the other a folder of some sort. Caligula Price. A rather unfortunate man born a Magic User with very little ability for magic, he was practically nothing more than a Mundane aside from his prolonged lifespan, and only at the age of seventy it wasn't very impressive. Still, he fit in with local police forces... The perfect eyes and ears for Magic Users who kept the Peace.
"You look awful", Price said bluntly.
Joel just 'Hmmed' in response, "I believe this isn't some sort of social call?".
Price simply nodded. Joel waved the other man into his apartment, before turning away as his visitor shut the door behind them. Joel strode quietly, seeming to ignore his company as both men walked along through the rather messy living room towards the kitchen.
"... What's with all this?", asked Price as he pointed towards the piles of ash.
"Just an experiment...", Joel answered concisely.
They entered the kitchen. Joel pulled out a container of what seemed to be Folger's coffee from the cabinet, opening it only to frown. His expression grew and with an unexpected spark, the shadows seemed to grow slightly as the light seemed to be sucked away from the kitchen.
Price only snorted at the Magic User's behavior, before handing Joel his coffee. "... You are so dramatic, you addict", he muttered.
The light seemed to return in full force once Joel sipped the caffeinated beverage, returning the pointed words with a glare. Not that there was any malice with in it, it wasn't a lie after all. "So, what have you brought me today?", Joel asked.
Price set the folder he had in his arms upon the counter, opening it up to present several grisly photographs.
'Christ', was Joel's immediate thought. "Another dead Mundane... Poor kid", he said grimly.
"Sixth one this month, it can't be a coincidence. Not anymore", Price said.
Joel said nothing, inspecting the photos. There was numerous lacerations on the body, poor kid was riddled with holes. The Mundanes labled it an animal attack. Still, he eyes narrowed upon the neck.
A single bite. Small, miniscule compared to the rest of the damage done to the body, but it was enough. The prominently pronounced fangs always left their signature after a bite. It's always bloody Vampires, no self control.
Joel could only groan to himself. '...And I thought I could have a day off'..
"You said there was six other victims? Do they all have this?", he asked pointing out the bite on the neck.
Price merely scoffed, "Of course, if it was just a wild animal I would have left it to the Mundanes. You know the drill...".
Joel nodded, before taking another sip of the coffee. It emptied soon enough, he set it on the table. "... That was pretty good, where'd you get that anyway?".
"A little Cafe down the corner, you really need to get out more. I mean, look out your window and you'd have seen it", Price said with a deadpan. Joel rolled his eyes as he left the kitchen, Price following right behind. They stopped at the door, with Joel opening it.
"You might want to be begin you search at the City Park. It's where the body was recovered...", Price said. Joel nodded in understanding before handing Price's file back. "...Keep it, there is more information in there we didn't discuss. It might be useful".
"Thanks. I will look into it immediately", Joel said. Both men nodded before parting ways, with Joel closing the door behind him with a groan. Seriously? Now, of all times? Joel walked back into his dirtied living room, and picked up his abandoned rune seal from the floor.
'Maybe next time?', he thought to himself as he set the rune seal on a coffee table. With a clap of his hands, a gentle breeze swept in from nowhere in particular and gathered the ash in a single pile before seemingly levitating the pile in the air and into the waste bin. Magic was a blessing.
Joel gathered his equipment quickly, there was no time to waste. He threw on his coat, fixed his hair, grabbed a rune scroll or two, and was out the door in less than a minute. He set out, a course set. He'd investigate the park first.
[... Is it fine if we use NCPs? I mean, I did. I don't really intend for him to show up again, unless we'd like a simple police like character popping up now and again.]
[I hate starting RPs, the first post is always ridiculously long so I can establish my character and what they are going to do... At least for the beginning of the story. Ugh. Do not expect me to write another one thousand seventeen words again.】
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