Session Start: Fri Feb 20 23:46:25 2004
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20040220.log'
*** Alicia is now known as Terra`
<Ire> Session 140: Memories from the Grave
<Ire> Time Chart: April 5th, 2223
<Ire> Location: Building 38
* Ire sits at his desk, his hand on his chin as he stares at a folder. On the outside it's mark "Solved", but he seems to be just staring at it.
* Phirax is in his room asleep.
* Ire reaches out and opens the folder, staring at the photos and text inside. He reaches out with his free hand, getting a glass of whiskey, bringing it to his lips. He begins to drink right from the bottle.
<Ire> NRP: Er, a bottle, not glass. *sigh*
* Phirax sits up and opens his eyes...looking around he then stands and stretches.
<Ire> GM: *outside, a young woman arrives at the building. Having filled at the proper paperwork at the police department to get a meeting with this so-called Alternate Unit, she's finally right outside their building. However, she has to win the leader over in an interview if she is to become a member*
*** Kimera is now known as Silouette
<Phirax> NRP:Hmmm dun dun dun!
* Phirax scratches his head as he exits his room and begins to walk torward the stair leading to the lobby.
<Terra`> Hello, are you the commander?
<Ire> NRP: You're still outside ... by yourself.
<Terra`> NRP: ... oh. x.x
<Terra`> NRP: Ignore that line.
* Phirax walks down the steps and then over to the couch...has himself a seat and begins to count ceiling tiles.
* Silouette is in her room, laying on the bed. The door is open, but she's still as a corpse.
* Terra` ... waits.
<Phirax> 1,2,3,4.....Shit I lost count! 1,2,3.....
<Ire> GM: *the phone begins to ring on the third floor, echoing throughout the building. Ire doesn't even bother to turn his head to acknowledge it*
* Phirax ignores the ringing as he has gotten used to doing.
* Terra` knocks, if she hasn't already
<Terra`> ... ah, what the hell.
<Phirax> ?
* Terra` just walks in.
<Ire> GM: *one ring. Two rings. Three rings. Four rings. Five rings. Six rings*
* Phirax stands
<Terra`> Hello?
<Phirax> Sorry bout that....didn't know we had a visitor...don't get them much.
* Phirax walks over to her and extends a metal hand.
* Terra` shakes Phirax's hand.
<Terra`> Nice to meet you. Are you the commander?
<Ire> GM: *seven rings. Eight rings. Nine rings. Te---it stops halfway through*
Session Close: Sat Feb 21 00:00:00 2004

Session Start: Sat Feb 21 00:00:00 2004
Session Ident: #taw
* Phirax chuckles "No no i'm much to happy to be the commander...he up on the 3rd floor." points up.
<Terra`> That... does not look good for my chances of joining...
<Phirax> Joining!?
<Phirax> Wow new blood this is great...ahh don't let him get to ya...be nice and respectable...you should do fine.
<Terra`> Okay, thankyou!
* Terra` starts up the stairs, looking slightly worried.
* Phirax nods
<Phirax> Good luck.
<Terra`> Thanks!
<Ire> GM: *as Terra reaches the second floor, she finds the living quarters, with one door open...Sil's door*
* Phirax then returns to those tiles!
* Terra` keeps up to the third floor
* Silouette stares up at the ceiling as Terra passes, not moving the slightest. Pale as a corpse.
<Ire> GM: *as Terra enters, she finds a man in a uniform that looks like it hasn't been iron or cleaned in days. In fact, it looks like Ire has been sleeping in it for a while. His hair is a mess and he hasn't shaven in awhile. He's holding a bottle of whiskey, almost empty, and a case folder which has SOLVED stamped on it*
<Terra`> Umm... hello there?
* Ire doesn't bother turning from where he sits.
<Ire> What?
<Terra`> I'm here to join...
<Ire> GM: *there's a knock at the lobby door*
<Ire> Do you have a resume? *he asks, his words slightly slurred, but clear enough to be understood*
<Phirax> What the...another knock...man we're busy today!
* Phirax stands and walks over to the door and opens it.
<Terra`> Well, yes.. *hands it over*
<Ire> GM: *an officer stands there, out of breath* Officer: Geeze, don't you people answer your phones?
<Phirax> We have phones?
<Phirax> Haha just joking with ya...what the problem?
* Silouette lays in bed...
* Ire reluctantly closes the folder, his thumb obscuring most of the name, but the words Capt is visible. He opens his desk drawer and drops it, slamming it shut. He takes the paperwork from Terra, looking at it.
<Ire> Officer: You remember a few days back the murder you investigated? The one with the woman mummified?
<Phirax> Oh yeah...sucked dry...has there been another one?
<Ire> Officer: Yes. *hands him a paper with an address* You better get there right away.
* Phirax takes and nods
<Phirax> No problem...
* Phirax then shuts the door and walks over the the stairs and then up them to the second floor.
* Phirax passes by Sils room and stops.
<Phirax> Hey we have a call....theres been another mummyfication type thing...
* Ire stares at the paperwork, then at Terra. He sets down the whiskey bottle, then uses his free hand to rub his eyes.
<Silouette> ......
* Phirax shrugs
<Phirax> I gotta break the news to the Colonel...
* Phirax then heads for the 3rd floor.
* Phirax enters and looks at the two
* Ire turns to look at Phirax.
<Phirax> We have a case.
* Phirax reaches Ire the paper.
<Phirax> Same as last time...supposedly another Mummy thing.
* Ire looks annoyed, taking the paper. He sighs loudly, holding a hand to his forehead.
<Ire> Look, get Sil up here.
* Phirax nods
<Phirax> Yes, sir.
* Phirax retreats down the stairs to Sils room.
<Phirax> Ire needs to pronto.
<Phirax> Nrp: You....
* Ire turns his focus back to Terra herself.
* Silouette sighs breathlessly and sits up, slides off the bed, and heads upstairs.
* Ire holds out the paper to Sil.
* Phirax also heads back upstairs.
* Silouette takes the paper and reads it over
<Ire> Head to the address and investigate whatever is there. Take Xanatos with you.
* Phirax nods and then waits for Sil to leave.
* Silouette nods, and heads for stairs.
<Ire> And you .... Miss. Kershaw, why do you want to be here? *stands up, throwing her resume to the side as he grabs his bottle of whiskey*
* Phirax follows Sil to the van.
<Terra`> You're the ones standing up to the fifth reich, and I want to see those bloody bastards BURN.
* Ire turns to look at her, perhaps a little surprised.
* Terra` 's partially forced politeness slips for a second
<Ire> Revenge, then?
<Terra`> That's part of it.. I hate them for what they did to my home..
* Phirax decides to be driver and hops into the drivers seat.
<Ire> ...better catch the van, then. If the two tell me you were useful, you can stay.
* Phirax puts it in drive and waits for Sil to get in.
<Terra`> And, if I can help get rid of them...
<Terra`> Van? They're going off now?
<Ire> Yes.
* Terra` starts for the door
* Ire drinks from the bottle, watching her go.
<Terra`> Hey, wait up! I'm coming too!
* Terra` rushes out, heading for the van as quickly as she can
* Ire walks over to his desk, sliding the drawer up to look at the folder. He then grabs his trench coat, heading down the stairs and out the back door.
<Silouette> *opens the door to the van, not looking back* And you are...?
<Terra`> I'm Terra, I just joined.
<Terra`> .oO(I hope.)
* Phirax waits for them to close the door and then floors it toward the address.
<Terra`> Well, technically, it's a trial run, but if I do well here, I'm in.
* Ire watches them leaving, then leaps onto a motorcycle. Revving it, he turns and drives the opposite way.
<Phirax> Well don't sweat it too much...if things get to bad theres always the most strategic option.
<Phirax> A little RLH.
<Ire> GM: *the radio, which is on, plays a song by the famous Ayn Lyons*
<Terra`> What's that?
<Phirax> Run Like Hell!
<Terra`> That works.
* Phirax shakes his head.
<Phirax> I hate music...
<Ire> GM: *after a while of driving, they arrive in a small, quaint neighborhood. The building is around here somewhere....just look for a place with police cars1*
<Silouette> ...well... Fine. *hands Terra the paper* ...you can drive... there's the address.
<Silouette> NRP: Whoops..
<Ire> NRP: LOL. I love how she tells Terra to drive when Phirax is driving.
<Ire> NRP: You better do you as your commanding officer tells you, Phirax!
* Phirax stops where all the police cars are and puts the van in park.
<Silouette> NRP: I missed that x.x;
* Terra` looks at the paper, anyway
<Phirax> NRP: Lol...:P
<Ire> GM: *some of the younger officers look a bit sick. They look at the van and walk over, trying to act normal* Officer: You, uh, you here to see the body?
<Terra`> That bad?
* Silouette nods, a deadpan expression on her face.
<Terra`> And yeah.
<Ire> Officer: It's...through the door. Just...help yourselves.
<Phirax> Alright Leader...i'll do some scans of the area around the building...you and I don't know your name...might want to do the inside job...i'll be in there in a minute.
* Phirax gets out of the van and begins to walk toward the left side of the house.
<Silouette> *looks to Phirax* ...you planning for command? *gets out*
<Phirax> NRP: DIdn't mean to sound commanding...hehe.
<Ire> NRP: *makes fighting sounds*
<Terra`> I'm Terra, Terra Kershaw, and sure.
* Phirax looks back "No, No...just want to get this over with..."
<Ire> GM: *the Officer kind of slinks off as they talk*
* Terra` gets out after the two, and heads inside.
<Ire> GM: *inside the living room is the body of ... who knows what. The entire body is shriveled up and nothing but a lifeless husk. It looks like it's hundreds of years old*
<Silouette> ...I look forward to the quick return of your results. *steps inside*
<Terra`> How old's this one? Looks ancient...
<Ire> GM: *one Officer stands there, holding a notepad. Maybe he knows more, if Sil and Terra question him*
* Phirax begins doing the basic scans as he walks from one end of the house to the next.
<Ire> GM: *outside on the street a crowd of people stand around, talking to themselves. The police, though, are keeping them out of the way*
<Terra`> Hey, mister! Have you found anything we should know?
<Ire> Officer: Yes, Miss? Well, the victim is one Rebecca Chambers. Age, 23. She was last seen leaving her job at 7:00 last night.
<Terra`> ... bloody hell...
<Ire> GM: *Phirax picks up some type of life sign nearby*
<Silouette> ......it's like something straight from a musseum...
<Silouette> NRP: *shoots DS*
<Terra`> I know...
<Ire> NRP: LOL
<Ire> NRP: "What was her job?" "Killing zombies."
* Phirax closes in on the life sign readings.
<Ire> GM: *it's near the bushes. Human. Definitely*
<Silouette> NRP: Sil> "..kil-well, this case doesn't need any further investigating."
<Terra`> What did she do?
*** Gatsu has left #TAW
* Phirax pulls a knife out as he slowly pushes the bushes aside.
<Phirax> NRP:Pushes the bushes...hehe it rhymed...
<Ire> Officer: She styled hair at a popular salon downtown.
<Ire> GM: *a young woman sits hiding there, screaming. She jerks back, slamming into the fence*
<Terra`> Okay.. I don't think that helps, but thanks anyway.
<Phirax> Whhoa! Lady calm down...whats going on here?
<Silouette> ...do we have any idea what happened to her...?
* Phirax notices the knife out and decides to put it away.
<Ire> Woman: I--I'm sorry, I was just, curious. I didn't mean any harm . *she stands, brushing back her brown hair nervously. She looks to be in her early twenties
<Ire> Officer: Lady, if I knew what happened to her, I wouldn't have to call your unit in.
<Phirax> Do you have any information on whats going on here?
<Ire> Woman: No! No, I don't. I was just passing by, really.
* Silouette slowly turns to look at the officer with a vacant, but spine chilling glance.
* Phirax raises an eyebrow
<Phirax> .oO(I wish I had lying scanners...)
<Ire> Officer: I think I'll go survey the grounds outside. *hurries ofF*
* Phirax nods Alright just go on and get out of here.
<Silouette> ......useless.
<Phirax> ""
<Ire> GM: *the woman nods, brushign past Phirax and out to the road. She moves into the crowd and soon vanishes*
<Terra`> Well, what do you expect? It's not like this happens a lot...
* Phirax turns and then continues his scans now moving toward the back of the house.
<Silouette> .....not the first apparently. *inspects the body*
<Terra`> That's worrying..
* Terra` inspects the room.
<Ire> GM: *The room has been trashed. Lamp on the floor, chair knocked over. Looks like there was quite a struggle*
* Phirax then turns and heads down the right side of the house toward the crowd, still scanning.
* Terra` keeps an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.
<Ire> GM: *the only thing around that doesn't match the living room is her bag of supplies from the salon, which has been tipped over upside down*
* Terra` checks that, though it's probably hopeless
<Ire> GM: *hairdrier, some hair colors, a brush with stands of hair in it, a nail filer*
<Phirax> *finding nothing and enters the house and looks around...same as before just a different location...*
<Terra`> ... nothing...
* Phirax looks over at Terra and then at Sil.
<Phirax> Sorry Lt. but the only thing I found was a snooping youth...apparently there was no access from the outside...
<Silouette> *looks to Phirax* ...you were on the previous case, were you not?
<Phirax> Yes ma'am.
<Phirax> 5 days ago...downtown area...nothing besides the body and mess is the same.
<Phirax> Anyway what is this Victims name?
<Terra`> Rebecca Chambers.
* Phirax notices the hair items.
<Phirax> A hair....person?
<Silouette> ....apparently so. Why?
* Phirax shrugs...
<Terra`> She works as a hairstylist. Why?
<Terra`> NRP: WorkED
<Terra`> NRP: Stupid typo
<Phirax> Don't think that we could get some DNA thats of any use from that brush do ya?
<Ire> NRP: Works fits, too. If you don't like referring to the dead in past tesne.
<Ire> NRP: Tense
<Terra`> NRP: Okay
<Terra`> Well, maybe. *hands it over carefully, not touching the brush part*
<Silouette> ...you think her previous customer decided to pull an instant mumification trick on her...?
* Phirax observes it.
<Phirax> Nahh probably not...I don't even think this thing has hair...or fingerprints for that matter...
<Phirax> You would think that from this struggle that there would be prints everywhere but not even the smudge that you would get from gloves.
*** X1 is now known as X1-Sleep
<Terra`> That itself could be a clue.
* Phirax begins to rub his chin.
<Phirax> A clue of what though....its not like it can tell us who did this....By the way...did you happen to check any of the other rooms?
<Silouette> .....you two check the house for anything, I'm going to talk with one of the other officers.
* Phirax nods
* Phirax then makes his way into the next room scanners looking for the tinyest inferfection.
* Terra` checks the other rooms, trying to figure this all out
<Ire> GM: *the entire house, if they spend the time checking it out, is all in perfect order. Seems the killer never went into them*
* Silouette steps outside, looking for any of the officers still around.
<Ire> GM: *several Officers stand around, writing in notepads*
<Phirax> ....This is hopeless...there has to be something wrong here...
* Phirax returns to the room with the body...it is now quiet and he kneels down beside the "prune"
* Terra` heads back too.
<Terra`> It's all too... neat.
<Terra`> It's like the killer somehow wasn't there...
* Phirax doesn't respond...is in very deep thought.
<Ire> GM: *outside, time passes.
* Phirax does a thermal scanner across every single item.
<Ire> GM: *No fingerprints by the victims, if that's what you're looking for*
<Phirax> NRP: I'm looking for anything! EVen a cookie! I want to solve this case!
* Phirax closes his eyes and tries to imagine what went on.
<Terra`> Someone's already got the DNA of the victim, right?
* Phirax shrugs.
<Phirax> I don't even think there is any left...
<Phirax> But I do have a plan.
<Terra`> Oh?
<Phirax> We'll take that brush and get every single DNA strand off there...match the dna with the victems and then all others could be classified as suspects and thus would get checked out...
<Terra`> Sounds good.
<Phirax> I also have a hypothesis for what could have happened...Its from my little messed up world...but it could connect some of these things together...
<Terra`> Already?
<Terra`> Damn, you're good.
<Phirax> No....actually really slow...whenever the Colonel has all his noodles strait hes 10x smarter than I am...actually uses more logic than me.
* Phirax stands and walks to the door.
<Silouette> *behind Phirax* ...then let's hear your deductions.
* Phirax arches and eyebrow.
<Phirax> NRP:an
<Phirax> Well its only a little simple one...
<Phirax> I think that its possible that this..."thing" is really a human by the naked eye...
<Terra`> And...?
<Phirax> Its possible that the thing also visited the hairstylists often...
<Phirax> Maybe Beccy here found out this things secret and immediatley went home...
<Terra`> So, you think it does what it does to them while it's there, and it's a delayed effect?
<Silouette> .....I don't see how you can remove someone organs like that.
<Phirax> The thing followed...and the struggle occured....the thing sucked all the goods out of her and then left...no prints...no evidence..except 1 prune.
<Terra`> So... how did it not leave evidence?
<Phirax> Now now people...I know i'm more than likely not right but hey...its something to do on...
<Phirax> What could it leave?
<Phirax> Prints?
<Silouette> .....even a glove leaves a print, even if it's unusable for identification.
<Terra`> ... well, anything that walks does... are you saying it flies?
<Phirax> If its some sort of Alien then it wouldn't have prints owuld it?
<Phirax> Or at least it might not....
<Terra`> It'd leave something though, right?
<Phirax> Thats what gets me...
<Phirax> It can't be perfect...thats impossible...well anyway lets get some DNA tests done.
* Phirax tosses Terra the keys.
<Terra`> Yeah.. *catches them*
<Phirax> She said your driving....hope you remember the way back...
<Terra`> I should find it okay
* Terra` gets in.
* Phirax turns and heads for the van, takes his seat in the back and covers his face.
<Ire> GM: *the TAW signal flashes. The scene changes to the third floor of their building*
<Silouette> NRP: o.o;
<Ire> GM: *datapads and computers sit on Ire's desk, which have been set up to search the DNA of the hairs found*
* Phirax scratches his head as he watchs the datapads and computer beep/blink.
<Ire> GM: *Ire's desk is rather messy, but other than that, it's set up reasonably. One drawer is partially opened and a whiskey bottle is on the desk, too. But Ire is gone*
<Phirax> .oO(I wonder where Ire went?
<Phirax> )
* Phirax waits for the computers to finish.
<Ire> GM: *The computer finally finishes and flashes 10 names. However, one has "ERROR" next to it. One Elizabeth Joyfield.
<Phirax> ....Whats this...
<Terra`> What's wrong?
* Phirax sets down and begins typing on the comp.
<Phirax> It says error next to this name...why?
* Phirax brings up the name profile.
<Ire> GM: *a woman's name appears, plus her date of birth. Age: 23. Etc. etc. It also includes the day she died...which was 30 years ago*
<Terra`> O...kay...
<Phirax> I believe....we have ourselves a winner.
<Ire> GM: *Her picture, though, is N/A, as records were destroyed 23 years ago when the Earth was hit by the Tsivrixsh Bombardment*
<Phirax> Hmmm...*rubs his chin*
<Terra`> Okay, that bit doesn't help
<Ire> GM: *the location of her grave, a big cemetary back in the day, was also destroyed during the attack. A new one, though, was built at the exact spot years later*
<Terra`> Do we know any surviving family?
<Phirax> ....doesn't look like it...
<Phirax> We could go check out here grave...I assume it would be useful.
<Terra`> Best lead we have
* Phirax looks around
<Phirax> Wheres Sil?
<Silouette> ...I'm here.
<Terra`> You're too quiet, sometimes
<Phirax> Ahh...you do that quiet thing to good...anyway you thing it a good idea to go check out the grave?
<Ire> GM: *the remaining bit of liquid in the whiskey bottle resides peacefully, waiting to intoxicate*
<Silouette> ...comes with the territory. *pauses* ...run a comparison between Elizabth Joyfield, and our latest victim.
<Phirax> Good idea...*does some typing...*
<Ire> GM: *the data is pulled up. If the data can be correct, despite being born almost 7 years apart from each other, they were the same age, same bloodtype, and height and build*
<Phirax> ....This is all adding up.
* Silouette nods slowly...
<Silouette> .....I figured as much.
<Terra`> Check the others.
<Phirax> I think that its safe to assume that this Elizabeth might have somehow been changed during the Tsiv Bombardment...and its possible that she/it needs those of her same geneology to stay alive.
<Phirax> I would assume roughly 5 days is when she needs another "feeding".
<Silouette> ......check the records for any simular reports previous to our last case on the subject.
* Phirax does some more typing on the other suspects comparing their builds.
<Ire> NRP: Er, other victim, you mean, Phir?
<Phirax> NRP: yeah yeah I'm dumb.
<Ire> GM: *the other victim, 23, was not of the same height, but the bloodtype is dead on.*
<Terra`> So... age and bloodtype...
<Terra`> That helps.
<Phirax> ....then...Hmmmmm.
* Phirax brings up a list of all 23 year olds with the same blood types as the victim.
<Ire> GM: *it's a rather long list*
<Terra`> Can we narrow it down?
<Terra`> What else do the victims have in common?
<Silouette> *looks to Terra* .....would you check the database for any reports of any sort resembling our case in the last 7 years.
<Phirax> Well the last victim was in downtown...this one is in the suburbs...
<Phirax> So thats a no...
<Silouette> ....she worked downtown still.
<Ire> GM: *The whiskey bottle tops over, the liquid pouring off the desk and into the open drawer*
<Phirax> Right as a beautician.
<Phirax> Shit!
* Phirax tries to soke up some of the spill with blank papers....then reaches inside the drawer to get the bottle.
<Terra`> That's something else.. but I bet the list is still long
<Ire> GM: *the drawer is a mess, with one folder totally soaked in whiskey*
* Phirax lifts the soaked folder and trys to air dry it some.
<Ire> GM: *the name of the folder, "Captain Tikal", looks to be a bit smudged by the liquid.*
<Phirax> ....Captain Tikal....whos that?
<Terra`> Don't ask me, I'm new here.
<Silouette> .........
* Silouette sits down and does the search herself, leaving the others to goof off.
* Phirax opens the folder and begins to read.
<Terra`> Hey, I don't think I got your names..
<Ire> GM: *the search brings up odd results, such as grave sites of recently dead females being disturbed, happening every 5 days. It only occurred 5 times before it stopped. Three years later, museums reported finding "extra" exhibits."*
<Ire> GM: *it, too, happened 5 days for 5 times*
<Ire> GM: *a photo of a young woman, a Mega City police officer, is seen. Her name, Captain Tikal, is followed by a summary that she formed the Alternate Unit*
<Terra`> Y'know, maybe it's not something the killer needs physically so much as needs as an addiction?
<Ire> GM: *however, she was murdered. Photos of her body are shown with her face blown off. A note is added on that she was killed by another police officer, Col. Roberts*
<Phirax> The origional founder of the Alt team.....pretty tragic...I bet it was jealousy...
* Silouette loads up the availible profiles on the females involved in said incidents, and checks them through for any consistancies.
<Ire> GM: *the profiles all list the females as 23, having recently died through accidents or murders. They all have the same blood type*
<Terra`> Any other links?
<Ire> GM: *the date of Tikal's murder was April 5th, 2222. One year ago today*
* Silouette sighs breathlessly and leans back in her seat...
<Phirax> .oO(Thats why he's been acting strange....but I wonder if he knew her?)
* Phirax stands and turns to the others.
<Terra`> ... TOO quiet...
<Phirax> I'll be right back...I have to do some thing.
<Terra`> Sure...
* Phirax rushes down to the lobby then out and into the van with the folder in his hands.
* Silouette checks the recent reports to make sure there hasn't been any women that fit the profile having been killed the last short while
* Terra` takes over where Sil left off, seeing if anyth... nevermind
<Ire> GM: *the most recent are the current two. If the pattern consists, then in 5 days, another will die*
* Phirax scrounges up the location of Tikal's grave.
<Terra`> The only links are age and blood type?
<Silouette> ...so far.
<Ire> GM: *the location of Tikal's grave is the site of the new graveyard ... which was put on top of the old one that was destroyed 23 years ago*
<Terra`> That's not really enough...
* Phirax drives to that location.
<Terra`> We need to visit that gravesite...
<Terra`> And what's your name again?
<Ire> GM: *Terra and Sil hear the van start up and drive off*
<Terra`> ... DAMN IT!
<Terra`> Why must something like that, ALWAYS, BLOODY, HAPPEN!?
* Silouette checks if there was any other deaths of women that fit that profile. Checking from as many days before the first of these two mummy murders, to match the longest a body was burried before being dug up by this person.
<Ire> GM: *the longest was about 22 years ago, around the time the new cemetary was built*
<Terra`> ... well, THAT's interesting...
<Ire> GM: *obviously, the killer has hidden the other bodies as not to be found*
<Silouette> *doesn't look up at Terra* ......my name is Setsuna, though most people just call me Silouette. And at this rate, you might get his job.
* Phirax slows down and eventually stops by the new cemetary.
* Phirax looks around to see if anyone can be made out by the graves.
<Ire> GM: *the graveyard is quite big. Nearby, a motorcycle leans against a tree. It's Mega City Police issued*
<Silouette> NRP: So one of the bodies was burried 22 years before being dug up? o.O
<Ire> NRP: no, the body was actually found out 22 years ago. That's how far back the reports GO.
<Ire> NRP: So this has been going on for 22 years.
* Phirax gets out of the van and begins to walk over toward the motorcycle.
<Phirax> NRP:Right.
<Phirax> NRP: Ever since the Tsiv bombardment...
<Ire> GM: *the motorcycle is cool. Probably been there a while*
* Phirax looks around trying to find Ire.
<Silouette> NRP: Okay, I ment, how long was the long a body was in the ground before being taken out?
<Terra`> Thanks. I don't know where the other one went... probably checking on that Tikal...
<Ire> NRP: Almost immediately. That very night.
<Phirax> .oO( I know your around here somewhere...)
<Ire> GM: *a few people are seen standing around. One person, alone, is the same woman Phirax ran into earlier. She stands over an empty spot of land*
<Phirax> NRP: Before the blood goes dry...
* Phirax walks up to her.
<Silouette> ...we better go find him, before he causes some trouble.
<Terra`> I think he took the van.
<Phirax> Hey...remember me?
<Ire> GM: *The woman turns, then smiles* Woman: We meet again, Officer.
<Silouette> *flips out her comm* ...Van. ...our building. ...pronto. *puts it away*
<Phirax> Ahhh no don't call me that...just call me Chris...
<Ire> GM: *a van pulls up outside the building*
<Ire> Woman: Chris. *she nods, looking back at the spot of grass.* Funny to meet you here. Aren't you working a murder?
* Silouette heads down to the van.
* Terra` follows Sil
<Phirax> ...nah the others are doing that...actually i'm looking for my COmmanding officer....haven't seen him have ya? Black hair, green eyes, about 6' 160 pounds...
<Ire> Woman: I'm afraid not. This cemetary is quite large. You might find him in another area.
* Phirax rubs his chin.
<Phirax> Yeah I bet your right...sorry to bother you...ummm say what...if you don't mind me asking...are you doing here?
<Ire> Woman: Visiting the memories of the grave.
<Phirax> The memories?
* Silouette climbs in the driver's seat, and waits for Terra to get in.
* Terra` climbs in after
<Ire> Woman: Yes, the memories. A graveyard holds many memories.
<Terra`> Okay, so where are we going?
<Silouette> .....to collect our disobediant officer.
<Phirax> Yeah...well...i'm sorry to bother you...but...i'm gonna go.
* Silouette heads to the graveyard where Tikal is burried. She's been there before.
<Ire> Woman: *smiles again sadly* Goodbye.
<Terra`> You know where he is?
* Phirax begins to walk in the opposite direction looking for Ire.
<Silouette> .....he seemed quite taken by the file on Captain Tikal... No doubt he suspects she's somehow involved since he stumbled upon her file.
<Ire> GM: *Sil arrives at the cemetary. She spots the van and further on, a motorcycle*
* Phirax uses his eyes to zoom in to the areas farther away.
<Silouette> *to herself too* ......Ire is here too, no surprise.
<Ire> GM: *as Phirax wanders, he finds himself in the military/police section. On a hill stands a man, his back turned to him. His black trench coat is flapping in the wind and he seems to be holding something in his hands*
<Phirax> .oO(Ire....)
<Terra`> So, where abouts...?
* Phirax slowly walk towards Ire.
* Silouette starts towards Tikal's grave, keeping her eyes out incase the recruit got lost on the way.
<Silouette> .....this way.
* Terra` follows Silouette
<Ire> GM: *Sil and Terra spot Phirax ... heading for Ire*
* Phirax closes in but doesn't interrupt the silence.
* Silouette shakes her head... she wouldn't be able to make it to him without attracting attention. She idly gets out a datapad.
<Ire> GM: *Sil's datapad goes, "YOU GOT INFO"*
* Ire stands there, holding a rose in his right hand. He's wearing sunglasses, to hide his eyes.
* Phirax steps up beside Ire but doesn't say a word...
* Silouette checks the datapad, reads over the info, and puts it away.
<Ire> ........ *turns his head slowly toward Phirax. His mouth is in a visible frown*
<Silouette> *looks to Terra* ...come on. We don't want to be here.
<Phirax> Sir....
* Phirax lowers his head.
* Silouette starts heading east.
<Ire> Why are you here?
* Terra` keeps following Sil. "What was it?"
<Phirax> I know why you are here...I came here as a friend...not an officer..but as a friend that wants to help his friend share a burden...
<Silouette> ......the dead sometimes return to their old haunts... *creepy smile*
* Ire drops the flower on the grave, turning to face Phirax. With his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses, it's hard to tell what to make of his face.
<Terra`> Are you a goth, or something?
<Ire> Friend? Friend? You are nothing more than another recruit.
* Phirax closes his eyes.
<Silouette> *face suddenly goes completely expressionless* .....no. Not particularly.
<Terra`> ... okay.
<Ire> GM: *Sil and Terra arrive at the clear space of grass where the woman stands. She turns to look at them, smiling* Woman: My, a lot of visitors here today.
<Terra`> You just sounded like one.
<Silouette> *shrugs a little to Terra, then looks back to the woman* .....we just thought we'd pay our respects.
<Ire> Woman: I'm afraid there's no grave here, ladies.
<Terra`> ... but... this is a graveyard, isn't it?
<Ire> Woman: *turns from the empty plot* Yes, it is.
<Phirax> ...maybe to you sir...but I recognize you as my friend...I know you would help me if I needed it...sometimes Sir our burdens are to hard to bare...sometimes sharing those burdens help ease the pain....I don't know much about Captain Tikal...but I know she was obviously important to you...thats why i'm here...to mourn for someone that you mourn for....to help you share the burden.
<Silouette> .....no... there's no grave here. Not in the new graveyard atleast.
* Ire stares at Phirax, his expression totally blank.
<Ire> Woman: What do you mean? *smiles weakly*
* Phirax kneels down besides the grave and says a short prayer.
<Ire> ....
* Terra` looks over to Sil, then over at the woman.
<Phirax> She created this team....the team I owe my life too...I owe her as well.
<Silouette> ...back in the old graveyard... there was a grave for a woman here... looked about your age I believe.
<Ire> Woman: .... Positively creepy. *she turns, beginning to walk away*
<Terra`> ...
* Ire stands there in silence, letting the cold April wind blow past them.
<Silouette> .....yes, it is, isn't it... Liz?
<Ire> Woman: *the woman stops.*
<Phirax> I shouldn't have intruded on your time but...I wanted to let you know that even though your our Commanding officer...your still our friend...
<Ire> ...
<Silouette> .....so it is you after all.
<Phirax> You can't hold everything in...sometimes we might even be able to help...
<Ire> Woman: *she turns to face them* After 23 years, I guess I couldn't expect to hide forever.
<Terra`> Not the subtlest of approaches, but it worked..
<Terra`> What happened?
<Ire> I don't want help.
* Silouette let's Terra quency her curiousity, keeping a watch on Elizibeth with her usual blank expression.
<Silouette> NRP: Quench even
<Terra`> What is it you need?
<Phirax> ...I know sir...but sometimes...even you need the help...
<Ire> Elizabeth: I need life. Memories from the grave.
<Terra`> ... so all of this is for memories?
* Ire turns, walking away down the hill.
<Ire> Save your help for someone else who can benefit from it.
* Phirax stands and watches him walk down the hill.
<Phirax> By the way...we know who the killer is...
<Terra`> I really don't understand, but it can't go on...
* Ire stops, turning his head slightly.
<Phirax> A 23 year old phantom...of sorts.
<Ire> Elizabeth: I was given a second chance....I won't lose it to you,.
<Phirax> Somehow she was warped and now feeds on 23 year olds of the same blood type every 5 days.
<Phirax> NRP: I mean warped as in f'ed up.
*** TAW has joined #taw
*** TAW is now known as ElizabethLovejoy
<Terra`> And what about the people you killed?
<Silouette> *flatly* .....you didn't deserve a second chance.
<Phirax> Sil...and Terra were checking on it when I left.
<ElizabethLovejoy> .... I don't, do I? My life was robbed from me before I could do the things I wanted in life. My memories were left to rot in that grave. All the things I could have been.
<Ire> Lets go back to the base and find them, then.
* Phirax nods
<Phirax> Yes, sir.
* Phirax follows behind Ire.
* Ire walks along the cemetary, staying ahead of Phirax.
<Terra`> All the things you could have been... that's not much different from most people's lives, but we don't go killing people just to satisfy our egos..
<ElizabethLovejoy> 'Ego'? Little one, I will enjoy the taste of you....
<ElizabethLovejoy> Unlike your lifeless friend there.
<Silouette> ........
* Phirax looks ahead and sees another Van setting beside his.
<Phirax> ...Sir...I think they are here.
* ElizabethLovejoy suddenly springs with lightning fast reflexes, slamming into Terra and sending them crashing into the ground.
* Ire lifts his head, hearing a commotion. People begin to point and talk. He begins to walk in that direction.
* Terra` tries to shoot first, but...
* ElizabethLovejoy resides on top of Terra, inches from her face. Her hands begin to glow.
* Phirax pulls up his rifle dropping back some but still moving forward.
<ElizabethLovejoy> You are not suitable, but it will have to do.
* Terra` knees Liz, if possible, then darts back if it worked
* Silouette moves after them, letting a pair of shurikens slide into her hand and slams them into Liz's back, aiming for the neck
* ElizabethLovejoy is kneed off of Terra, then is hit by Sil's shurikens.
* ElizabethLovejoy hisses, her eyes glowing red.
* Terra` pulls out her gun, and points it at Liz
* Ire arrives near Sil and Terra, looking at the creature.
* Phirax sees the comotion and drops to one knee bringing up his rifle.
<Silouette> ....you still feel the pain... that's good...
<Phirax> .oO(Why does it always have to be the cute ones?)
<Ire> .oO (....
<Ire> Do you need assistance, Sil?
* Phirax gets a bead on her head and waits patiently.
* Silouette lets one hand slide down to her sword hilt. "...if she kills me, you can finish her off."
* Ire pauses, saying nothing. He knows that one's impossible, since Sil can't "die".
* ElizabethLovejoy leaps at Sil, slashing her glowing hands at Sil's face.
* Silouette quickdraws her blade in a clean Iaijitsu slash.
* ElizabethLovejoy is sliced clean through. She falls to the ground, smoke rising from her body
<Terra`> Well, that was over quick.
* Phirax doesn't remove the bead.
<Silouette> *doesn't take her eyes off the body* ....she was 23 years passed her time.
* ElizabethLovejoy dissolves into dust.
*** ElizabethLovejoy has left #taw
* Silouette cleans and sheaths her blade, then turns to Ire.
* Phirax walks up to the others not saying a word.
<Silouette> .....case closed I think.
<Ire> Indeed.
<Terra`> Shame no-one did that before... thanks Sil.
* Ire nods to Sil.
<Ire> Good job.
* Ire turns, walking away.
<Silouette> ......I appologise for not keeping a reign on my team, boss.
* Ire turns his head to Sil.
<Phirax> No...it was not her fault...I was the one that left...I should be punished if anyone.
* Ire turns to look at Phiraz.
<Ire> Sil---Setsuna, how would you rank Terra Kershaw?
<Silouette> ....she's not the top ranking officer I've ever met... however, I believe she is just lacking in experience.
<Silouette> *adds thoughtfully* ....she's better at following orders than some.
* Phirax looks up.
<Terra`> NRP: Top RANKING?
<Silouette> ....I believe she has potential, she just needs to hone it some.
<Ire> You're on the team. Your room is 6, to the left of Pope's. The women share a shower together, also. If these things are acceptable, you may join the team.
<Terra`> Thankyou, and yes, they are.
<Phirax> I felt what I did was more important...Whether I was wrong or right.
<Ire> As for you, Xanatos, I'll leave that to Setsuna.
* Ire walks off, gets on his motorcycle, and powers it up. Spinning it around, he drives off.
<Phirax> ....I wanted to help him with his mourning...ease the pain...but I guess I was wrong...
<Silouette> ......he doesn't take well to comforting. At all...
<Silouette> *looks to Phirax* ....take Terra back to base and get her settled in.... I'll bring the other van back.
<Phirax> ...yeah...I really am sorry...but if I didn't think you two could handle it...I never would have left.
* Phirax nods
<Phirax> Yes ma'am.
* Silouette starts off into the graveyard...
* Phirax starts off toward the van.
* Terra` follows Phirax.
<Silouette> .oO( ...some are long past thier time... others gone too soon... ) *walks silently*
* Phirax gets in the van and turns the key.
* Terra` gets in after. "It's good to be in."
* Phirax smirks
<Phirax> Sucks when you try to good...then fail.
<Phirax> NRP:do.
<Phirax> Guess I was in over my head...anyways lets get you set up...*drives toward the base*
<Terra`> Well, you tried, and nothing bad happened because of it, so don't worry about it.
<Phirax> Yeah I guess so...you haven't met Dahok yet have you?
* Silouette walks slowly, making her way to the officers section of the graveyard. She takes a seat next to one of the graves.
<Terra`> Not yet. Who's that?
* Phirax laughs
<Phirax> You'll see...now you think Ire is a character...wait till you meet Dahok...
<Terra`> Uh-oh...
<Phirax> No NO its not bad...hes just funny to be around.
* Silouette leans slightly against the headstone, speaking quietly enough that a person standing a few feet in front of her would be unable to hear.
<Terra`> Well, that should be good.
* Phirax stops in front of the base.
* Phirax gets out and walks into the lobby.
<Ire> GM: *the motorcycle is parked outside*
* Terra` gets out of the van, and heads in.
<Phirax> Ok....over there *points to the door* is the kitchen...over there *points to the desk* Is sil's desk...and over there is the stair to the rooms...your is 6....there ya go.
<Phirax> Also the showers are on the second floor...(right?)
<Ire> NRP: Right.
<Phirax> ...Now if you'll excuse me...I need some rest...i'm exhausted.
<Terra`> See you!
* Phirax smiles bye and goes into his room where he lays down but doesn't sleep like he intended.
<Ire> Session Ends
Session Close: Sat Feb 21 02:47:34 2004