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Kaos.Doodles · 03-25-2015, 04:27 AM

It didn't take long but soon enough that oh so lovely voice of Genevieve Branx-James entered the room. Crossing his arms, Legen snorted. "Hey, I figured i'd give you an out from all the paperwork that has piled up on your desk but if you don't want it, feel free to leave." He could do this on his own, yo.

Well not really, he needed help but it wasn't as if Vivi was the ONLY Auror around.

But no, really she had better help him.

Cassirin · 03-29-2015, 02:25 AM

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It didn't take long but soon enough that oh so lovely voice of Genevieve Branx-James entered the room. Crossing his arms, Legen snorted. "Hey, I figured i'd give you an out from all the paperwork that has piled up on your desk but if you don't want it, feel free to leave." He could do this on his own, yo.

Well not really, he needed help but it wasn't as if Vivi was the ONLY Auror around.

But no, really she had better help him.

"Paperwork is for YATIs and lame-os who get stuck with desk duty," Genevieve tossed her hair, but she did scoot up to peer over his shoulder. What was it they were tasked to do today, anyway?

"What can I do for you, Bossman?" He had missed her, though. Who else got anything done around this place now that he was stuck babysitting? Sabel, maybe. And Kennedy and Simon. But basically it was just Genevieve.

Hera · 08-08-2015, 06:01 AM

Locking himself into the evidence and pensive room, literally, Elliot turned his eyes to the shelves of boxes and tagged bags, yellow envelopes and the like... looking... looking...

...

Looking for SOMETHING.

AHA!

The man spotted what he needed and he took it down from the shelf. Evidence for a cold case that wasn't quite as dated as his career. He would never forget it. Lifting the lid from the box, he scanned the contents before pulling out a file of crime scene photographs.

Tazenhani · 08-08-2015, 06:14 AM

Thing was, there weren't many places in the Ministry where one could catch a few zzz's without catching a few demerits against one's career. The evidence room, however, was upon first glance and second apprasial, a mighty fine place. The door handle was almost as dusty as a lot of the files lying about. And there were plenty of boxes to prop up into a makeshift bed, and to hide behind should a working soul come in.

It so happened to be the case that Rhydian Blackhold was in the middle of a rather restful cat-nap, when he heard the door open, close and lock. Hat over face, head resting upon a low stack of files and feet propped up on a box, he was in a rather comfy position. So comfy in fact, that moving didn't occur to him until he heard the footsteps come ever closer.

When they turned down his asile, it was no longer a matter of running or hiding. Just of lying very, very still and hoping that the shined shoes belonged to a t-rex dropped in the wrong century.

Time travel. It could be a thing. Apparently it was a thing.

And he was convinced that if he didn't move, it wouldn't see him.

Hera · 08-08-2015, 06:25 AM

Slipping the file back in the box, Elliot replaced the lid and moved to take it to the spare desk so he could do some work in quiet. It was in doing this that he noticed a statuesque figure, lounging about not far from him.

...

Circe help him.

"If you're not careful I'll have to bag and tag your remains," he hissed, dropping the box on the desk before going to sign himself in and register the box of evidence he would be taking with him when he left here today.

Tazenhani · 08-08-2015, 06:32 AM

Well, that sort of made sense, didn't it? Bossman was, after all, somewhat like a t-rex. Big, intimidating, with a blunt nose. Only differences were that his teeth job was better, his arms a tad longer and well, apparently the no-movement didn't work on him.

In hindsight, movement would probably have been a good thing. Blending into the whole working environment and whatnot.

Tipping his hat up slightly, Rhydian couldn't help the grin that slipped across his expression. "Hate to say, but that's been tried before. Never tested as true."

Fact. He was a slippery bugger.

"But if you do manage to succeed, can you label me as 'I'll be back'." Would certainly give the coroners something to think about.

But there was something more intriguing than the death threat. Pushing his hat back further onto his head, Rhydian eyed the Bossman and his possession. "Pandora's box?"

Hera · 08-09-2015, 03:11 AM

And so the statue spoke... he was beginning to wish he'd left the man to his business. A nice memo giving notice on his desk would have sufficed to send him a message. Signing the clipboards with the relevant date, time, name and item, Elliot returned to the desk he was claiming, and his package of evidence. It felt like unwrapping an old christmas present only to find you got coal that year. The memories were dark.

"Never say never... that'll be your downfall." Kids these days, all ego, no brain OR bite.

If Blackhold had anything going for him right now, it was his sense of humour. "Have you considered a career in entertainment? People would laugh with you." Or rather, at him.

Helping himself to the simple chair on one side of the desk, Elliot pulled the box top off once more, and started laying out the evidence from within. Pandora's box. How very fitting.

"Something like that," he mused in response. "It has the ability to suck you right in, and destroy you."

Tazenhani · 08-09-2015, 04:32 AM

"Perhaps, but it gives me an extra boost of confidence for when I do stupid things." Such as sleeping on the job. Obviously stupid, turning out to be so worth it. Even with the death threat.

A bit of laughter escaped Rhydian as he plucked the hat off the top of his head and sat up. Indeed the company in the room had dramatically improved. For being such a tight-lipped, grey man, the Bossman had some spark under all that scowling. "Life is my stage, strangers my audience."

Pushing himself up to his feet, Rhydian dusted himself off and made his way over to the desk. Putting his hands on the edge, he leaned over slightly to eye the contents of the box, but not so much as the man could decapitate him by closing the lid.

He did stupid things. Didn't mean he was stupid.

"Sounds like my type of box." His eyes came up. "Need a hand? Or second set of eyes?"

Hera · 08-09-2015, 04:46 AM

....

And that didn't restore his faith in the younger generation. "You shouldn't seek confidence to do stupid things, you should seek reason to stop you from doing stupid things." It was because of people like Blackhold that the department got a bad name, not because of him. Irrational, reckless, unreasonable children were running around in his backyard playing cops and robbers.

This was something he needed to address. Soon.

As for life being his stage and strangers his audience, Elliot actually managed a proper chuckle. Well that was something. "So long as you know you're true calling." Of course, he was sure they were both seeing this differently. It was amusing nonetheless.

The items he had pulled out had been of very little use at the time. There was nothing in the way of poisons, trace magic or DNA - the exception being the victims. A scrap of what appeared to be fabric stripped from a pair of robes, a wad of blank envelopes and other personal items belonging to the deceased were all that remained. And none of them were exceptional.

"Suit yourself," but he doubted very much that the YATI recruit would find anything that hadn't already been explored. He had grasped at these straws before.

Tazenhani · 08-09-2015, 04:52 AM

"I don't seek confidence to do stupid things. I seek confidence to survive the stupid things I choose to do." There was a difference, however minimal. As for reasons for not doing things? He supposed there was somewhat of a point, but at the same time...

Rhydian shrugged. "Someone's got to breech new boundaries. And that conventional way of thinking isn't going to get you anywhere new, anytime fast."

And what was this? He got a chuckle from the Bossman? Well, that was definitely a pat on the back for him. True calling, huh? "Actually, that was a matter I'd like to speak to you about...."

But. He was given the opportunity to explore a box. And not just any box. An alluring box. A box hand-picked by Rainey himself. A dangerous box. And it had dangerous goodies in it.

Rhydian sat himself in the next available chair, reaching forward for one of the blank envelopes. For some reason, it begged his attention. Why was it plain, in an evidence box?

"So what's the story behind this collection?" Seemed a bit dusty and old.

Hera · 08-15-2015, 10:51 AM

To survive the stupid things he did. Of course, why didn't that thought occur to him? His confidence in the lad wasn't improving any at this stage. Elliot did well to keep his mouth shut, though as Blackhold continued to speak, he found it increasingly challenging.

"You claim to be... revolutionary?" Thinking outside the box, while it had its merits it also got you into a lot of trouble on most occasions. "Do me a favour, don't think so far out the box that you lose yourself." Whether it was regarding his comedy act or his work, it was all the same.

And what was that... he wanted words? About his true calling?

Merlin.

"Cambridge has dibs on any promotions going in the department, if that's what you're after." It was best to be blunt with these things, cut their expectations down to size. Or was this another matter entirely? Elliot signalled with a circular waving motion of his hands for him to continue. Find your voice, boy.

...

The items told him a story, of a struggle and little more than that, but all of it was as fresh in his mind as if it had happened yesterday.

"2069, I was part of a three man team to apprehend Tiberius Gannicus, murdered three and two muggles at a square in Norwich. I took the rear approach... but in one of the alleys I discovered another crime had been committed. Anthea Watterson. What was left of her remains were still warm at the time..." that was the long story, one he wouldn't forget until his own life was stripped of him.

In short however, "She was on of some twenty victims over the years, serial murderer, abducts their victims and ends them. Recedes them to bones and ash, and those are the ones we have found. Evidence only suggests their place of origin, and attest to their identity." There was nothing more.

... and on that note.

"Speak a word of this, and it'll be your last."

Tazenhani · 08-16-2015, 04:30 AM

Revolutionary. Well, it wasn't a word he would have picked for himself, but now that Bossman had forwarded it as a suggestion, it did have a certain allure to it. Rhydian considered it for a moment, before nodding. "Suppose that would be one way of looking at it. I am, after all, one of a kind and one of an age."

And one of a certain mindset. One that appreciated outside the box thinking, and not the type of thinking to keep him in the box. "Not interested in having death knock on my door tomorrow, so while the worry is sweet, it isn't necessary."

He liked his life, thank-you-very-much. Didn't see it ending anytime soon. Not for a while at least. Still had things to do and .... a promotion of sorts? Though, not in the manner Bossman was thinking. That got a chuckle from him and he waved the envelope like waving a handkerchief in passing. "Got no intents of any sort, and wouldn't stand in Cambridge's way even if I did."

Of course she would have dibs. That was her. And really, it made him proud.

He stopped waving the envelope long enough to take a good look at it. "Least, not in the Auror department. Maybe as Head Hit Wizard...." Didn't hear about too many of those walking about, but then the Hit contingent of their department seemed to be rather quiet.

A glance was stolen at Rainey, to try and gauge his reaction. YATI-wanna-be-hit-wizard. Made sense in his own mind. Might not to Rainey. Pushing back into his chair, Rhydian plopped his feet up on the edge of the desk and considered the envelope. "Don't really care about becoming Head anything to tell you the truth. Just interested in what doors might open if I do my part unquestionably."

A bargin of sorts. But, could he really say that?

He let it hang in the air, listening to Rainey's rather interesting story. A story near two decades old. A story of Rainey's youth, possibly first days in the MLE? And, that singular name. Anthea Watterson. The only victim mentioned, retained after so many years. It held meaning, a particular meaning if he was asked to take an educated guess. Thing was, making that educated guess a verbal reality was a dangerous thing when it came to men like Rainey.

And out of anyone, Rhydian understood well the intricacies of dealing with death unsolved. Murder, unsolved, if one wanted to be particularly blunt. Hashing out details of who was what to who, made no difference. The case stood unsolved, and these were the pieces in front of them. That was all that mattered.

So, he elected for a different approach. Holding the envelope up in the air, he waved it about slightly. "What's up with these pieces? Calling cards?" Mockeries? Letters for the dead?

Hera · 08-16-2015, 08:31 AM

Though he was very aware of it earlier, it was becoming evident that Rhydian Blackhold had an ego of generous proportions and as a result, Elliot found it difficult to continue this line of conversation. A grunt was all the YATI got in response to talks of being one of a kind and the like... and if the boy wanted to live, he'd sort his head out first. It mattered little to him though, YATI were very replaceable. One of a kind was not a description that applied in this instance.

Though as a promotion was not on the YATI's agenda, Elliot was certainly curious to hear what was.

..

Head Hit Wizard... Merlin.

"I think the position you're thinking of is MLES Chief Investigator... unless you simply mean a senior status Hit Wizard." He would know, he had been on that path before transferring to the CMEC division. But if the boy wasn't concerned with titles, then a career in the MLES was definitely something to be considered.

"Is there any particular reason why you would prefer a position as a Hit Wizard over one as an Auror?" Personally he thought Auror's were overrated. Massive egos, and Blackhold would be no exception to that if he remained on that path.

Speaking of the jigsaws of the case that were on the desk in front of him hadn't done him any good in finding some sense to what had happened. The evidence didn't hint at new possibilities, and even the envelope that Blackhold was waving meant little.

Elliot chuckled. A calling card, now wouldn't that just make everything so much easier?

"Patterson picked them up from a post office in London, it was the last time she was sighted alive, only an hour before I happened upon her."

Tazenhani · 08-17-2015, 06:11 AM

The very title of Chief Investigator had Rhydian scrunching up his face in distaste. Didn't sound like him at all. "Just....a trusted Hit Wizard then." Simple. Sweet. To the point. Few complications and a more direct path to what he needed.

But was that something he was willing to divulge. He'd told one person thus far, aside from his family, and they had been a safe bet. Bossman was hardly a safe bet. He was just as likely to encourage him, as he was to kick him off the YATI program and out onto the street, or arrest him on the spot. Was intent the same under the law as proven action?

Rhydian's face scrunched even more as he considered what he had previously thought would be a simple conversation. Why did he want to be a Hit Wizard? The answer was simple enough, but the man he would tell it to, was not. "Frankly, I don't have the finesse to be an Auror. I much prefer serving dues. I'm of the blatant mindset that life is a privilege, not a gift. And those that would tarnish that privilege, I'd like to personally see put away."

Could he truly say? Was it dangerous to do so? Rhydian let out a breath and turned the envelope as his eyes up to meet Bossman's. What was life, without a bit of calculated risk? "Like you, there's a certain individual I intend to see justice to. But I know it will take years, and...I may need some help."

A back-rub, but somehow that terminology didn't seem like it would jive with Mr. Bossman.

With a shrug of his shoulders, Rhydian peered closer at the envelope. So they might have been a dead end, but then why would Rainey keep them? "Are you looking for a connection with the other individuals? Family or friends she may have been in contact with? A way of connection to Tiberius?"

Squinting, Rhydian pulled the parchment to his nose, nearly dragging it across the rough surface. "Did you try a blacklight?"

Hera · 08-17-2015, 12:23 PM

A trusted Hit Wizard, sure, if that's what he wanted to call it.

Elliot remained silent until he received his explanation... and from his observations, Blackhold wasn't being very forthcoming with it. Even the initial bogus between Aurorship and hit Wizardry did little to leave a positive impression. Quite the contrary. "If you think it's easier then you're not cut out for either.. finesse is something you need for both, but you'll see more action in the MLES." There was a broader range of crime to cover, no crime was too little.

His interest did pique at the mention of there being an individual. That was a dangerous game. A fine line between speaking of justice, or speaking of revenge, but what truly separated the two were emotions. Despite his connection to Watterson's case, he was not moved by the woman, he simply pitied her circumstance... and the fact that he very nearly happened upon the crime in a action. It was the knowledge that it had happened not far beneath his nose that burned him most. Blackhold's context was a mystery to him, and that's how he wished to keep it... he only had one nugget of advice for the YATI. "Just do the department a favour? Have it's back, and they'll have yours." Jeopardise their livelihoods and he'd be fed to the manticores.

Looking for a connection? "Not quite, and Tiberius wasn't the one that did it... he was questioned, thoroughly." But he also alibied out, considering he had his wand to another's neck at the time of death.

..

And did they try a blacklight?

..

Was this kid serious?

The Irishman raised his hand and in a swift motion moved to knock the side of Blackhold's head. "We're not rookies, rookie... it's been through the ringer, it's nothing..." in the grand scheme of things. The very notion that they had missed something was insulting, but somehow from the boys mouth, it was almost endearing. Great mother of Circe.

Tazenhani · 08-18-2015, 04:23 AM

If Rhydian had been making a face before, he most certainly was now. "I don't do what is easy. Quite the opposite actually." If the man had been listening, it was slipped somewhere into the talk about doing dangerous things. Perhaps, the man had simply delegated to forgetting that talk. Was probably a wise choice.

Either way, Rhydian shrugged, trying to work the distaste off his expression. "Don't care for what is easy, either. And I wouldn't exactly call being a Hit Wizard, easier than being an Auror. Just know what I'm good at and what I'm not. Know I was made to be a Hit Wizard, not an Auror."

Made. The killer word. It had him lapsing into brief silence that hinged on expectation of Rainey poking more into his half-admission. When he didn't though, Rhydian knew he had struck gold. And of course, that meant he had to grin. Right up at Bossman. "Ain't gonna let anyone down. Remember, I want to be the best."

For his own reasons, but it held. Couldn't be the best if you let other people get killed or burned for your actions.

As for the envelope being nothing, not even linked to the man in question, that had the smile disappearing and the frown fully in place. "Well it would have certainly helped to know that Tib---" the rest was clacking teeth and a grunt as his hat went sideways and his ears all but flapped against his skull at the head-clip.

What. The. Actual. Fudge?

Pushing his hat back onto his head properly (after feeling about for dents or blemishes in the fabric of course), Rhydian turned his head slightly to peer at the Bossman. "Right. Cept you could have told me from the get-go. That's kinda rookie mistake, isn't it? Not telling your working-buddy everything they should know to help you solve a case."

There was no question about it. Rhydian Blackhold was on the case. Pandora's Box and Rainey's mystery. How could he not be? And maybe this was a start. Maybe a delusional one, but he was no stranger to those.

TeafortheSoul · 09-07-2016, 01:36 AM

It was tedious work but Angelo didn't mind it. He was fairly well suited to it actually, being the observant sort, but it did grate a bit being stuck reviewing old pensieve memories for cold and unsolved cases rather than spending his ministry time as a YATI actively out there in the field. There was enough study and tedium when he was learning at the university without adding to it here. It might have been intended as busy work, but all the same Angelo was determined to find something useful. Something that would help him prove himself.

.... and also maybe the more distracting the better, given who he was currently working with.

With grim focus he wrote down the classification for the next memory. Or rather, the next series of memories, since they were all related to the one unsolved murder case from 2066.

"Want to start with the crime scene, the interrogation, or the trial?" He asked, turning to look directly at his partner for the first time in several long minutes.

sarahlooo · 09-10-2016, 12:28 AM

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It was tedious work but Angelo didn't mind it. He was fairly well suited to it actually, being the observant sort, but it did grate a bit being stuck reviewing old pensieve memories for cold and unsolved cases rather than spending his ministry time as a YATI actively out there in the field. There was enough study and tedium when he was learning at the university without adding to it here. It might have been intended as busy work, but all the same Angelo was determined to find something useful. Something that would help him prove himself.

.... and also maybe the more distracting the better, given who he was currently working with.

With grim focus he wrote down the classification for the next memory. Or rather, the next series of memories, since they were all related to the one unsolved murder case from 2066.

"Want to start with the crime scene, the interrogation, or the trial?" He asked, turning to look directly at his partner for the first time in several long minutes.

Evie didn't mind this part of the job. Cold cases were actually a little fascinating to her. Evangeline had always liked challenges, especially if they came in puzzle form. These were basically real life puzzles and she loved diving into them. She didn't know about Angelo, but she was content doing this kind of work. She'd go insane if she were in here all week, but the occasional cold case was a good brain exercise.

It was also a good distraction from the occasional tension between herself and who she very often worked with.

"Interrogation" she said without much thought. Interrogations were her favorite. Her intuition helped pick up cues and tells from the people getting interrogated. Evie was fascinated by people and their motives, so interrogation was her obvious choice. For some, looking at the crime scene would come first, but looking at things in a different order helped people find clues in a different way.

TeafortheSoul · 09-15-2016, 09:47 AM

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Evie didn't mind this part of the job. Cold cases were actually a little fascinating to her. Evangeline had always liked challenges, especially if they came in puzzle form. These were basically real life puzzles and she loved diving into them. She didn't know about Angelo, but she was content doing this kind of work. She'd go insane if she were in here all week, but the occasional cold case was a good brain exercise.

It was also a good distraction from the occasional tension between herself and who she very often worked with.

"Interrogation" she said without much thought. Interrogations were her favorite. Her intuition helped pick up cues and tells from the people getting interrogated. Evie was fascinated by people and their motives, so interrogation was her obvious choice. For some, looking at the crime scene would come first, but looking at things in a different order helped people find clues in a different way.

Angelo nodded and selected the appropriate vial. He tipped it into the pensieve and then slid the dossier over to her so she could have another quick scan of it before they looked into the memory.

"Have another look over this before we start." He suggested quietly, gazing at her.

sarahlooo · 09-15-2016, 10:59 PM

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Angelo nodded and selected the appropriate vial. He tipped it into the pensieve and then slid the dossier over to her so she could have another quick scan of it before they looked into the memory.

"Have another look over this before we start." He suggested quietly, gazing at her.

Evangeline observed Angelo as he emptied the vial into the pensieve. He It was always a fascinating thing to watch. Evangeline had known the magical world for several years now, but even the simplest of things still seemed to fascinate her.

Her attention turned to the documents Angelo slid over in front of her that covered every detail of the case at hand. Every detail that previous aurors and case workers had squeezed out that somehow didn't solve the problem. Evangeline looked up at him when she sensed his gaze on her. Her eyes moved back down to the documents as she pushed them over a few inches in case he wanted to review them as well.

"I think I'm all set," she said a few moments later, having already reviewed the documents thoroughly beforehand. "Shall we see what else we can find out?"

TeafortheSoul · 10-02-2016, 09:33 AM

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Evangeline observed Angelo as he emptied the vial into the pensieve. He It was always a fascinating thing to watch. Evangeline had known the magical world for several years now, but even the simplest of things still seemed to fascinate her.

Her attention turned to the documents Angelo slid over in front of her that covered every detail of the case at hand. Every detail that previous aurors and case workers had squeezed out that somehow didn't solve the problem. Evangeline looked up at him when she sensed his gaze on her. Her eyes moved back down to the documents as she pushed them over a few inches in case he wanted to review them as well.

"I think I'm all set," she said a few moments later, having already reviewed the documents thoroughly beforehand. "Shall we see what else we can find out?"

"Lets." Angelo agreed and gestured at the pensieve. "Ladies first."

---

After they were done, Angelo pulled back and took a moment to consider what they had just seen. Something about it didn't ring right to Angelo. Just by the way the suspect seemed to.... respond to the interrogator, elaborating only on the things that would catch attention, casting other things aside, and generally dangling bait in front of a fish. That was what he got from it.

"I don't think it was him." He said slowly. "I think..... he wanted them to think it was him. That was why there were so many leading statements. I think he was covering for someone else, purposefully trying to draw it out and keep the heat on himself while someone else got away with it."

sarahlooo · 10-03-2016, 02:19 AM

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"Lets." Angelo agreed and gestured at the pensieve. "Ladies first."

---

After they were done, Angelo pulled back and took a moment to consider what they had just seen. Something about it didn't ring right to Angelo. Just by the way the suspect seemed to.... respond to the interrogator, elaborating only on the things that would catch attention, casting other things aside, and generally dangling bait in front of a fish. That was what he got from it.

"I don't think it was him." He said slowly. "I think..... he wanted them to think it was him. That was why there were so many leading statements. I think he was covering for someone else, purposefully trying to draw it out and keep the heat on himself while someone else got away with it."

Evangeline did go first. And similar to Angelo, though she didn't know it until he was finished, she felt that something was off with the scene as well. Particularly the man who was confessing his crimes. But were they his?

The former Ravenclaw's eyebrows were furrowed as she was in deep thought while Angelo reviewed the memory. She found herself flipping through the pages in the case file for more detail to support her thoughts. To her relief, Angelo came up and just as she was about to open her mouth, he beat her to it and almost spoke her mind. She nodded. "No, I completely agree," she told him when he finished. "He was too..." She shook her head. "That's not how they talk when they're committing their crimes. That's not how they act. He was too elaborate, too... focused on certain details. He was giving us everything we needed to believe it was him."

Evangeline pushed up photos of a few other suspects involved. "Now... Who was he covering for?" She asked the next question, her eyes returning to Angelo's.

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