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IC Supernatural Law (Wicked Pacts)

Potted Plant

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Prelude: Just another day…

A mostly paperwork-filled day at the department has turned into afternoon when Captain Graves appears from her office with a "Heads up! I have got a couple of assignments for you." Looking at an empty desk, she adds: “Is Sophia on an errand? One assignment could have used her IT skills. Oh well, it is not critical.”

"First of all,” the Captain launches, “according to one of our informants, love potions have become available again lately. He does not know who is pushing them, only that according to his source they are available from under the counter at some place. Would not reveal his source either, to protect his own skin, but he considers the information reliable."

"I want that shit back unavailable," the captain says. "Today, if possible. We do not have much to go on, but if they are under the counter items, they are sold somewhere where people know to ask for them. That does give us something to work with." She drops a memory stick on a desk. "Files on some usual suspects. Current or former alchemists with a criminal record. One of them could be our person. They need checking out."

"Another issue," Captain Graves continues. "This is a delicate one. It got flagged to us from the hospital. Timothy Bradshaw. Twelve years old. Malignant tumor. Inoperable. Chemo wasn’t having an effect. Low chances. Got to go home with his parents the previous weekend. Parents brought him back to hospital on Monday.” With a dry smile, she continues: “Good news and bad news. The good news is that the hospital is releasing the kid back home today. They are still doing some tests, but it appears that the tumor is gone like it never existed. Even his hair is growing back rapidly. The bad news is, now we need to know why.

With a sigh, Captain Graves sits on the edge of Sophia’s desk, taking care not to disturb any of the origami on it. “Look, we all know that there are magics capable of that. Angelo could probably tell us exactly what magics. He was trained at St. Joseph, and they train both warriors and healers there. But a terminal illness? That takes something major. A complex ritual, rare ingredients, that kind of thing. We are talking about something that goes past Resurrection in power level. Because even that would not help with a terminal illness. If you bring back someone who died of that, they will just die all over again, because the illness will still be there. It won't go away like physical injury."

"The parents didn’t do this. The family is not in our registry of magical bloodlines, and even if one of them is a latent mage, they could not have pulled this off. Only a well-trained powerful mage could do something like this. And the thing is, they all know that there are procedures to follow. Forms to fill. If the kid received a healing ritual of this magnitude, we should have it on file, and we do not. Most likely the parents found a sympathetic mage or hired one, but for some reason the mage did not file the ritual, so now we need to get his or her name from the parents and go ask some questions. This is going to result in a fine at best, even if this is just a certified mage who has been sloppy with the proper paperwork.”

“If someone is wondering why I am being such a jerk about someone saving a young kid’s life, there are good reasons why this kind of thing needs to be on file. The mage could have used a ritual beyond his actual expertise, in which case there could be side effects. The effect might be only temporary, with the illness returning with full force once the effect runs out. People have been known to develop supernatural complications, sometimes severe ones. And even if everything was done properly, subjecting a 12 year old to a powerful ritual is how magical bloodlines start.”

"And unfortunately, in this case there are signs that the cure indeed came with complications. The kid was in the office of one of the doctors treating him. The doctor was looking at lab results on his computer and had music playing. Orff. O Fortuna. The kid started commenting on the lyrics. The lyrics were in Latin."

"The doctor is ungifted, but he mentioned the incident to another doctor who is a mage and certified to work with supernatural injuries and ailments. The second doctor informed us. Even though there may be a perfectly natural explanation for the kid's language skill, because the first doctor did ask how Timothy understood the words, and the kid said that he had learned some Latin from Lucky, his internet friend. And the kid was otherwise acting like a normal kid.” Captain Graves shrugs. “This Lucky might even be the mage who healed the kid. But you see how it is important that we find that mage and make sure that he knew what he was doing. And get it on file. The parents are on their way to pick the kid up from hospital. You can decide whether to confront them there or at their home, but be discreet. The parents are not suspected of anything, and they may not even know anything of the realities behind what was done. We have no idea what the mage told them. Don’t reveal too much if you can avoid it.”

“So we have two jobs-“ the captain starts to say, but at that point the front desk receptionist, Ms. Mercado, late 20s with dark hair and round glasses, appears at the door, clearing her throat. "I just got a call from Mrs. Grunwald. She called to report an assault on her daughter, who defended herself, injuring one attacker. Mrs. Grunwald put rather heavy emphasis son the words defense and injury. She also said that she would like some officers in her house as soon as possible."

"That is all my day needed," Captain Graves says in a dry voice. "Someone provoking a werewolf. Any other details?"

"No. She did not want to talk over the phone. She wants to talk to someone in person."

"Well, that is good and bad. Good in that if there was a mauled corpse involved, she would have said so. Bad because if she didn't want to give details over the phone, this is likely to be worse than a gropey guy getting a couple of fingers broken. Okay, looks like we have three jobs. Some of you also need to visit the werewolf house. And be careful with the girl. Whatever happened, I doubt she was physically hurt, but it may still have been an unpleasant experience. Even for a werewolf."

"All right, pick your jobs and get going. At least two people on each case. Otherwise, you can decide between yourselves who handles what. I can send Sophia as additional support once she returns."
 

Chronicler

Cyberpunk 2.0.1.9.
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[hr][/hr] Devin Brandt (Angel-Blooded Seer) | HP: 32/32 | MP: 35/35 | Scene Points: 3/3
[hr][/hr] Init: 1d8+3+2 | Move: 9 | Dmg Bonus: +1d3 | Protection: 2 (All Hit Locations)
[hr][/hr] Active Spells: N/A
[hr][/hr]

Sitting at his desk, pecking away at the keyboard of his department-issued laptop, Devin was busily working on his latest report when Captain Graves strolled into the bullpen with a scowl on her face. At her inauspicious entrance, he quickly stopped typing and saved his Word document for later. The boss seemed to be in one of her moods again, and he and the other detectives soon found out why. Yet another potion-pusher had cropped up like an irritating weed. Unfortunately, for every one that they busted, two more simply took the first one's place. It was a neverending cycle, because if there was sufficient demand for sometihng on the streets then there would always be a supplier.

The Captain continued on with a second announcement. Somehow a twelve-year-old boy had been cured of cancer with magic. But the kind of mojo something like that required was way out of Devin's league. And a third announcement, brought to everyone's attention by Miss Mercado, had to do with an assault on one of the Grunwald teens. At the receptionist's mention of that particular family's name, Devin nudged Jin-hee's foot with his own to catch her attention. Their metal desks were adjacent, conveniently facing toward each other. He peered over the lip of his laptop, silently pointed at her and then pointed at himself, and whispered, "Let's take the Grunwald call."

He had never met a werewolf before, so this would be a first for him. Simple curiosity drove him, mostly. But he also knew that having the gratitude of such creatures could be handy in the future if he ever needed some outside muscle or backup.

 

Cale Knight

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Mort scrapes cream cheese (low fat) across his toasted bagel (whole wheat) with a plastic knife, appearing to pay very little attention to the Captain. The whole process appears to be giving him no end of trouble, the knife skittering across the bagel, threatening to break at any moment. Around the time the Captain is finishing up her assignments, Mort is taking a big bite of his bagel and chasing it with a long swallow of bullpen coffee from a World's Best Dad mug.

"Uh'll take th'kid," he says, still working through a mouthful of breakfast. He holds up one finger, takes another drink of coffee, grimacing at the heat. "I'll take the kid. Could be all sorts of nasty stuff hanging around him after a procedure like that. Could be nasty stuff inside him, too."
 

Jive Professor

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Angelo had stood up to demons. Rogue wizards. Planar fiends. Unspeakable horrors which could only maintain non-theoretical permanence for minutes at a time. Nothing had prepared him for this.

Paperwork.

Gobs of it. Page after page after page of boxes, forms, and protocols. At St. Joseph's it was always prayer and fasting, chanting of hymnals and let the elder brothers record the events in the Codex of Laurels. But here Angelo had to write it all out himself - in triplicate.

That's why when the Captain showed up with three separate cases, he jumped at the chance to emerge from behind his desk. He flitted with a hint of supernatural speed to the rest of the group, the towering stack of papers in his inbox rustling as they were left behind.

"Healing magic of that potency," he began in a serious tone, placing a finger to his chin, "should be registered. At the order, we often found that those who could heal could harm in equal measure. If this level of power was used 'off the grid' then there's a reason they are trying to maintain their secrecy. I doubt it is for good."
 

Ilya

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Jin-hee

Jin-hee sat a little straighter when Captain Graves entered the room, lowering the folder she had been reviewing and listening the reports in silence. Something about the second case struck a chord in her. She, too, had been born ungifted. Her own personal miracle came in the form of a pact. They suspected a ritual cured the boy, but maybe... She clenched her hands, betraying her perfect stillness. And just like him, she was twelve when she first crossed paths with the OCD. That would be a terrible case for her, requiring a level of knowledge and social skills Jin-hee simply lacked, to not mention how her past experiences were likely to affect her judgement. She turned her attention to Mercado's words, eager to banish the boy from her mind.

Devin poked her foot, giving her a little start. She relaxed at his offer, nodding. The third case sounded better. It still required some tact, but of the kind Jin-hee possessed. And there was the violence. She could deal with that. She stacked the papers in a neat pile on her desk, grabbed her bag and announced to no one in particular, "We'll take the assault case."
 

Chronicler

Cyberpunk 2.0.1.9.
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Re: Jin-hee

[hr][/hr] Devin Brandt (Angel-Blooded Seer) | HP: 32/32 | MP: 35/35 | Scene Points: 3/3
[hr][/hr] Init: 1d8+3+2 | Move: 9 | Dmg Bonus: +1d3 | Protection: 2 (All Hit Locations)
[hr][/hr] Active Spells: N/A
[hr][/hr]

Following Jin-hee's lead, Devin rose to his feet, folded his laptop shut, and scooped it up under his left arm where it jostled against his shoulder holster. If he got lucky, he might have some free time after their visit to the Grunwald's to finish up his interrupted report. His partner usually didn't mind stopping over somewhere for coffee, since it afforded them some peace and quiet to catch up on paperwork away from the chaos of the station. Grabbing the keys to the unmarked Ford Crown Victoria that they were assigned to, he tossed them over to the dark-haired girl. "You drive," he smirked. Mister and Misses Grunwald had retired to the countryside so the ride to their place should take a while. And maybe he could get a head start on his typing if he had both hands free.

Still being early Fall, the weather was pleasant. But Devin brought a light leather jacket along anyway, in case he and Jin ended up staying away from the station longer than expected. Admittedly, it felt a little strange to him for the two of them, being the dedicated night owls that they were, to be working together during the daytime. Though he had to confess it was a nice change of pace. As they crossed the precinct parking lot and approached their gunmetal gray car, he asked her, "How's the Dragon Lady? You two getting along, or does she give you a hard time?" He would never dare call Jin-hee's landlord that to her face, but it was so much more apt than Lady Lily.

 

Potted Plant

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Re: Jin-hee

”All right,” Captain Graves says as Jin-Hee and Devin depart. “So Jin-Hee and Devin on the werewolf incident. Good. The girl is a teenager. She will probably be more comfortable talking to people who are not her parents’ age.”

”And Mort and Angelo on the kid. If you need assistance from the hospital, talk to Doctor – now what was his name… Alfredo?”

“Alvarado,” Ms. Mercado corrects the Captain. “Héctor Alvarado. Age 32. Doctor of Medicine. Vodou Mage. Pure Blood. Magical education from Lyceum. Medical education from Boston University School of Medicine. Certifications: Use of healing magic, normal. Use of healing magic, aggressive. Alchemical prescriptions. Treatment of supernatural injuries and ailments. One arrest: Indecency in a car.”

The Captain remains silent for a couple of seconds. Then she says: “Thank you. Alvarado. As you already learned from the Mercadopedia entry.”

“Any takers for the illegal alchemy case?” The Captain then asks. “I know that it looks like a lot of legwork and talking to people who are unlikely to be cooperative. But you know what love potions tend to be used for.”
 

Ilya

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Re: IC Supernatural Law (Wicked Pacts)

Jin-hee - Grunwald Case

Grabbing the keys to the unmarked Ford Crown Victoria that they were assigned to, he tossed them over to the dark-haired girl. "You drive," he smirked.
"Ah!" Jin-hee snatched the keys from the air, narrowing her eyes in mock disapproval of his impish smile. "Then you drive on the way back," she retorted. Not a long time ago, Jin-hee would just take the keys and drive. Quietly but surely, Devin's carefree attitude chipped away at her stoic facade, revealing the spirit lurking below. It wasn't that she didn't trust the other detectives, she simply found them intimidating. Next to them she was foolish, small and inexperienced. Next to her fellow rookie, it didn't matter as much. He treated her as an equal, and it felt nice.

"How's the Dragon Lady? You two getting along, or does she give you a hard time?," Devin asked, making Jin-hee blush, guilty as if she had made fun of the landlady herself.

She unlocked the doors and dropped her bag in the back seat. "Careful. It'll end sticking in my mind and I will let it slip in front of her. They'll never find my body," she said, glancing at him for effect before getting into the car. "She's fine," she added soberly, adjusting the driver's seat to her height. "I keep running into her in the mornings, but..." She shrugged. "She's harmless, really. It's a good apartment. I'm very fortunate to live there, I don't know how I'd make it work otherwise."

She looked at Devin again, turning the key and pulling out of the parking lot once he was ready.
 

Potted Plant

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Re: IC Supernatural Law (Wicked Pacts)

"Countryside" turns out to be a bit of a stretch. The Grunwalds live at the edge of Saugus. And while Saugus is technically in the next county, in Essex, it is still a part of the Greater Boston area and within easy commuting distance of the city. Still, with a population of a bit over 26 500 people, Saugus definitely has a bit more rustic feel than Boston. Which probably suits werewolves just fine. And while the area is hardly a wilderness, parts of Lynn Woods Reservation, Breakheart Reservation and Rumney Marsh Reservation lie within the town, providing opportunities for a restless werewolf to have a nightly run in the woods without drawing attention.

The person who answers the door is most likely Mrs. Grunwald. A middle aged, heavyset woman, in a way that tells more of muscle than fat. Dressed all in black, with leather pants, a band t-shirt, studded leather belt and bracers, and of course, the spiked collar.

Before the detectives even get the chance to introduce themselves, the woman says: "You smell like cops," in a neutral voice. A statement, not an insult. "Thank you for coming so soon. My daughter is in the living room. Will you have coffee or tea?"
 
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