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JBC news: update Arackal

the jitanese Arackal police service was stunned today upon finding on an anonymous tip 23 dead persons in an apartment complex in uptown Arackal, while the murderer was not apprehended it appears that most if not all of his victims were tall dark haired men of about 27 years bearing a striking resemblance to the emperor, while security is being tightened around the palace, many of Arackal's citizens are afraid to leave their homes as it appears the police are unable to find the murderer, many are calling for an increased military presence in the capitol while others are calling for marshal law in total, in any event foreign travellers entering jitano who match the description mentioned earlier are being warned of the situation and for their own safety are not being allowed into the country, while the jitanese police are woefully inept at this sort of manhunt, they are hoping for the emperor to call to all friendly nations who have experience in this sort of thing for aid in apprehending and identifying the suspect, should they find one

come on, have a heart, this guy's killing people

what do we do to witches?
Burn them

uhuh, great, that's real helpful

OK, I have basicly a few characters, which are not suitible for this, they tend to dominate. So what I propose is if you need any character rped, or you have an idea for a character, send it to me and I will come in.

Failing that, send/post TONS of infomation upon the city so I can rp a good enterance. I like to rp people from your nation, my characters simply would not be interested. This is a realistic rp isn't it?

yes it is, the city is large and futuristic, lots of public transit, few cars, most of it is surveilled, citizens use barcoded ident cards to get around, the people being killed are mostly white, with a very few (2) not being so, i really don't know what else to post

the killer has struck again, two more people fiotting this description have been killed, the police have found a commonality in the killings the heart has been cut out of the vicim, and today found spelled in blood on the wall were the victims were found

" Heart of all Jitano"

To: Jitano Diplomats
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Serial Killer

While we lack the resources at the present to sent a bounty team to assist your police force, we have recently enacted a law that subjects all violent criminals to the vats after a fair trial.

Can we interest you in our TDP tech once this bloodthirsty scum is found?



The FKC (http://www.freewebs.com/klatchia/index.htm)
The Order of the Seraphim (http://s2.invisionfree.com/Order_ofthe_Seraphim/index.php?act=idx)
The UTP (http://invisionfree.com/forums/UTP/index.php?)
TDP Tech Inc. (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1902608#1902608)
World Factbook Entry: Vrak (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=83379&highlight=)

no thanks, we have our own consequences, any nation who has experience in this sort of thing, if they could help it would be very nice

help bump

OOC: Hopefully this character will work. I'll do my best to make him fit your setting. How do you want him to enter the story?
Name: Joseph Narrin
Home: [classified address], Marshahnk City
Profession: Detective/police officer
Description: A tall man with light brown hair and green eyes, he usually wears a gray trenchcoat and a round-brimmed hat.
Skills: he is observative, and notices details most people don't (so include any important details in descriptions, please). He tends to be logical and a good thinker (though, of course, his abilities are limited by mine). He is surprisingly quick, and a good fighter, both armed and unarmed, but not a match for a skilled professional warrior.
Weapons: depends on the setting; usually 2 of whatever the best handgun style weapon he can get is, and several knives. He almost always wears light armor under his trenchcoat, heavier in the back.
[Note: this was the official record on him. It doesn't mention little-known details, such as his occaisonal work for Marshahnk Intelligence and his very high accuracy with a handgun (most varieties).]

he can enter as whatever you want, i'm not picky, maybe on vacation, recieves the travel warning and wants to help, whatever,

Joseph Narrin sighed, waiting in line at the border. 'I wonder what's taking so long?' he thought. He enjoyed travelling, and had been busy in Marshahnk for almost a year, so he had been looking forward to this trip for a long time.
Finally, he reached the checkpoint at the border. "Do you have dark hair, sir?" asked one of the gaurds.
"No." Narrin replied, lifting his hat briefly. "Why do you ask?"
Tall, dark haired men are not being allowed into the country at this time. This is for their safety; almost 30 people matching that description have been murdered by an unknown criminal in the last few days."
'So much for my vacation.' thought Narrin. 'Oh well, I'd probably have gotten bored in a few days anyway...' Outloud, he said "Perhaps I can help with that. I'm a detective by trade, though this is my time off. Where should I go to volunteer my services?"

" if you'd like to volunteer you can go to the arackal police headquartes and speak to the chief of operations there

"Thanks, I'll do that."
Narrin continued on into the city.
OOC: What kind of public transportation? Also, what's the best handgun-style weapon he would have access to in your setting?
IC: When he reached the police headquarters, Narrin walked straight to the front desk.
"I'm volunteering to help with the search for that murderer that's been giving you trouble. Who should I speak with about that?"

James Field looked at the policeman.

"What do you mean escort me to your borders?
- Well, sir, it's a question of look, you see...
- Yeah, great. Do you know who I am working for?
- Err... yes, sir, I know. A corporation from Underal...
- Yes, the WP Corporation. The biggest corporation in my country and those papers state that I can stay within your borders as long as the economic deals are going on.
- But, sir...
- See this," Field barked while pointing at an official stamp. "It means I can stay and so I will."

He closed the door of his hotel room violently.

Good god, as if I was going to be attacked in this very hotel.

"The most expensive of the country... You'd expect some security."

He went to the desk and checked the handgun that was onto it. He stared at it.

I haven't practiced for years, he thought.

"Oh well, can't hurt," he muttered to himself while putting his holster on.

(ooc: is that ok?)

OOC: yes very ok, the most powerful hand weapon,(we are a future nation) would be the DH-17 blaster pistol, public transportation is trains and such, buses just looks more advanced,

IC: "sir if you would like to volunteer you should speak to the chief, commandant Granter, he is the only one who cn approve or disapprove of your help."

(OOC: ok. So my James Field is a potential target as you may have guessed ;) )

"Double scotch," James Field told the barman.

This had been a busy day. Hopefully, this serial murder issue would bring more attention to the security corporations: WP, Sotek, Sigma. Field was sure the chief of police of Arackal couldn't let such an occasion pass.

I think I convinced him today.

Field now had a glass before him. He took a sip while looking around in the restaurant. It was a very cosy place. Warm, despite the high-tech feel of it. Field didn't mind high-tech. He'd been involved in quite some deals with Valinon and he knew how to get passed objects that were beyond his comprehension. Hence his presence here.

The waiter came back to him.

"Just another quarter of hour, sir, and your table will be ready."

Field answered with a simple smile.

There are things technology will never fix.

JBC news update

"good evening this is newsreader kent forsythe, our top story tonight, the Arackal police force has found another victim of the person now being called "the Arackal cutter" along with the body they found a note which appears to be ment for the emperor himself, the note details the Cutter's profound hate of the emperor and ends by saying that the Emperor will pay, Emperor Taria had this to say: "As far as the Cutter goes, I can handle him myself if need be, I don't know why he hates me, but I do know that these sort of threats will be punished in the most brutal way." the chief of Arackal police has stated that the Cutter will be found and brought to justice as soon as possible, rumor has it that foreign police operatives have been brought in to help with the investigation, attempts to contact these persons have thus far failed, and now for the weather...

Field walked to the desk.

"Hi.
- Hi," the blond woman replied with a fixed smile. "How may I help you?
- Well, These gentlemen..." he showed the 6 WP marines behind him. "... and I have an appointment with Cdt Granter.
- Oh... You must be...
- Mr.Field from the WP Corporation." he handed her a card.

(ooc: up to you now)

"Ah mr. Field, it's good to meet you. I understand that you and your 'associates' wish to aid our investigation into the Arackal CUtter, well, that is up to you, but I warn you, don't expct to much help from the police force here, we've got enough trouble as it is, if you and your men can be self sufficient then by all means, you may participate in our investigation, I'll assign an officer to be your liason."


OOC: if any one wants to RP the Killer, i'd be happy

Field smiled at Granter.

This is perfect.

"Well, Cdt, you may remember the presentation I made some days ago about our security corporations. I think this would be the perfect occasion to showcase what we're capable of. We would gladly accept the assistance of one of your officers, especially if he could give us more information about this affair."

"Very well then, I'll assign lieutenant Askar as your liason, he knows quite a bit about our investigation and he should be able to answer your questions."

"Thank you very much, Cdt. When will it be possible to have our first meeting with lieutenant Askar?"

"He should be in at any moment, if you gentlemen will wait outside I'll send him right to you."

"As you wish, Cdt," Field replied while waving at the WP marines, pointing at the door.

The 7 men from Underaloz went out. Only Field seemed unarmed. The marines were all wearing strange black uniforms. The suits seemed to be made of one piece. They were pretty close to the body and only the marines' eyes could be seen. The men were equipped with a lot of equipment but the unusually big handguns, as black as the uniforms, were the first thing you could spot.

In a matter of seconds, they were all outside of Granter's office.

This is a message from Lord Stow, CEO of Stormont Systems, Blood Peak.

We would like to recieve all the evidence gathered by the security group, Arackal. The reason for this, is of the upmost security and only members of high authority e.g cabinet members, chief of staff or any other high- ranking authority
W believe to the best of our knowledge that the killer maybe connected to Stormont Systems Corp.
We are a large manufactuer of high-tech weaponry who supply nations such as Coldstream, Blood Peak, Nova Espana, Reunited Kingdom, Broxbourne and most of the Democratic Federation.

We believe we have the right knowledge and the necessary equipment to deal with the problem at hand.
We are prepared to invite a Jitano official oversee our actions and or extensive information.

Yours Faithfully

Lord Stow, Stormont Systems, Blood Peak

a medium height brown haired man wlaked towrads them, he had the build of a boxer and carried himself lie a military man "I'm Lt. Askar, I understand i'm to be your liason officer, what can i do for you?"

"Garret," Field simply said to the closest WP marine.

The man called Garret stepped in direction of Askar. He was shorter than the Lieutenant by at least a head. He saluted the newcomer, showing perfect knowledge of the Jitano army protocol.

"Sergeant Garret, at your service sir," the man said. "We're here to help in your investigation but we would need more information about the crimes: pattern, evidences, witnesses. Everything you would accept to give us."

OOC: yes very ok, the most powerful hand weapon,(we are a future nation) would be the DH-17 blaster pistol, public transportation is trains and such, buses just looks more advanced,

IC: "sir if you would like to volunteer you should speak to the chief, commandant Granter, he is the only one who cn approve or disapprove of your help."
"Thanks. Do I need to arrange a meeting with him, or can I just go to his office directly?"

OOC: psssst, underaloz, jitano protocol for that is for whoever's in charge to salute, any one else who does it gets a shot in the stomach

IC: Underaloz: "Of course our case files and porgress reports are in the computer over here, not that we have very much to report in any case, but, they're there for your perusal."

Marshahnk: " No sir, he should be available whenever you wish."

(OOC: Field is just a corporate. From a hierarchical point of view, Garret is in charge :P )

Garret pointed at the console.

"Jackson, check that. I want a report in 15 minutes."

A WP Marine walked to the computer and began to type on the touch-sensitive screen. He was regularly asking for help whenever he didn't know how to use a given option. That meant quite a lot given the technologic gap between his country and Jitano.

Some minutes after Jackson had started to read all the reports available, Field got closer to Garret.

"All right, I'll let you there. This is not my job anymore."

Garret nodded. Field then turned at Askar.

"If you'll excuse me, Lt., I guess this is not a place for a commercial representative."

Askar smiled "indeed, perhaps this isn't the best place for you."

OOC: i really need some one to RP the killer

Field left after having thrown a very polite sentence at Askar.

I hate it when someone makes fun of me.

(ooc: I would RP the killer if I wasn't involved into so many RPs :/ )

In the corner the President of w00tville is seen dancing up a storm.

"Ole! comrades ole!"

OOC: w00tville, do something useful or get out

IC: latest reports indicate that the killer has taken three more victims, with no good clues found!

OOC Hope you don't mind a gatecrasher stealing the star role of serial killer?

The figure sat hunched over muttering quietly to it's self, the others sat around the fire drinking. The forgotten people... how easy it was to get lost in this place... A quiet wind whistled between the beutiful hightech monoliths, down the streets, past the business distrects and through to the deteriating ally's and slums.


The twinkle of a blade from the figures half robed hand, a grinding stone in the other, something cracked, a glass dropped to the ground, -SMASH-, somebody had stumbled up behind the figure drunk, the smashing bottle droped as the figure had spun from her crouched position slitting the drunks throat. Eyes a rage, passion, hatred, fear and loathing mirrored in eyes more intence then the dazzle of the sun.


The man gurgled a mooment, a few bubbles of blood escaped his mouth as he dropped to the ground. The other residents around the can continued their drinking... ignoring the situation.

damn... too nervous she thought to herself gotta get a grip on this thing... she heaved a sigh as she stared at the corpse laying in a blood soaked patch of dirt. This is his fault... his fault...

She turned and stormed out of the ally and back into the streets, they think their dealing with a man... a mad man... well what a shock they shall receive... what a shock indeed she grinned, he would pay oh yes he'd pay...


OOC: ignore if not liked a bit of background on the nation would be top notch (I get the high tech corporate bit)

"No sir, he should be available whenever you wish."
"In that case, I'll speak with him immediately."
Narrin quickly strode to the police chief's office. His glance darted about the room, observing all details, but he spoke immediately.
"Commandant Granter? I'm here to offer my assistance in the matter of... the Cutter, I think this person is being called? I heard about the problem at the border, and I'm a professional detective, so I thought I might be of some use."

In the corner the President of w00tville is seen dancing up a storm.

"Ole! comrades ole!"
graazz the immortal kills the strange dancing man in the corner, then charges off waving his battle axe.
OOC: Sorry about the interuption, but the VerDa-An don't tolerate competing random messages. Feel free to ignore this, of course, or if you want, add the discovery of the murdered President of w00tville and sightings of a Mad Troll running through the city. graazz isn't likely to be back, though.

A mass of people gather at the footsteps of the w00tville national parliament, lately there has been wide spread pandemonium and fear over the apparent assassination of the beloved president of w00tville.

A spokesperson dressed in black walks out with a dreary look in his eye.

A hush falls over the crowd…

“Fellow w00tvillians, I have sad news to report that the president of w00tville has had an unfortunate run in with an axe recently, he is doing fine and doctors say will recover in no time. We wish him all the best and a speedy recovery.”

“We the people of w00tville promise to donate time, money and any other resources needed to funding the culprit and putting him behind bars where he belongs. We however ask that the suspect be tried under w00tville law.”

“Several top agents from the w00tville Federal Police force are being sent in to investigate along with helping the local authorities with their investigations.”

Out of no where the president’s son runs over pushing the spokesperson and podium over, with a cane and top hat in hand, precedes to dance up a storm in his fathers honor.

“OLE DADDY OLE!”

OOC: Oops! Sorry about that... I wasn't expecting him to respond with a longer post.... :roll:
IC: "Aaargh! Dancing man Live?!?! They hunt graazz now! Graazz must hide. We see how hunt goes soon!"
Angrily, the Mad Troll smashed the TV set with his battle axe and charged off again, this time leaving the country.

She got to the end of the street and paused a moment, she was a mess and needed to clean herself up, but where... she glanced around and collected her thoughts. Long straggly black hair soaked by the fresh downpour stuck to her face, the slight sting of acidic rain, the hallmark of the ultra modern world.

She got out her mobile and grinned, no modcon spared she thought as she dialed in the number of the hotel infront of her.

"Hello" her voice was soft and innocent as she pured into the phone,
"Yes I'd like a room, luxury suite please" "Yes that shaln't be a problem my account number is 639420-gf212345-9903" "Yes thank you I shall be along to collect my key momentarily"

The Beuty of this wonderful city is that you can do almost everything without ever having to interact with real people face to face! Machines could dispence your every desire as long as you had the credit... and she did. She strolled up to the dispencer and put her stick in the port, the machine beeped at her and her stick now had the access signal for her suite.

She went to her room to freshen up and order some replacement clothes.

OOC: finally a killer! who should be of jitanese origin and bearing a serious grudge against the emperor

IC: "well, mr. Narrin if you believe that you can aid our investigation then you are welcome to it, but i warn you, we cannot offer much assisstance, but if you are a professional then it should be no problem."

The copy cat should give me a foot up she thought. The solo murder was the work of an amateur and not the art that she had been performing earlier that month... a blessing in disguise? prehaps... but she'd find the idiot after she'd finished her work, after she found that monster... he did it, it was his fault, and she would make him pay the price... and they would never understand... even after he was dead and the nation in chaos... even then they would never understand... she sobbed in her room for hours before getting dressed in fine corporate ware.
A sleak figure and hawkish features, her hair now washed and shining black she tied back tightly and picked up her portable terminal. Pressing a button on the side brought up the terminal and she tapped in her password... then browsing to her mail she scanned for a moment looking to see if her freinds had sent her the data she had requested...

The had... She grinned... They'll never know what hit them... they'll never understand... they'll never figure it out her thought swayed from distrubingly logical to insanely random almost at the drop of a hat... she picked up her bag and set off.

the emperor stood close to a ten foot plate glass window, glaring out over the city, "My city" he mumbled to himself,and now some psycho running around killing the inhabitants, no, the killer would be caught, "i'll hold the sword myself, this monster will be stopped" he said to no one in particular, he turned slightly to the Knight standing at the door, "I'll be going to the gym shortly to work on my technique, I don't want to be disturbed." he must be prepared to fight of this killer with his bare hands, if need be, and he was a master of the Jitanese steel hands...

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thank you for that random and unwanted post

She stood at the counter smiling sweetly, the badge on her suit read "Angela Killasoo, Reporter Pass for Jitano Public Press".

"Good Afternoon Miss How may I be of assitance?" The smartly dressed security guard asked she smiled disarmingly.
"I have an important appointment with the chief of space construction program, I was supposed to be here several minutes ago however there was a terrible accident and I was held up!" she emoted as she spoke eyes twinkeling...
"I'll just check my records" She gazed around the room a cleaner was walking past as her hand sped into the mans pocket unknowingly placing the device she had palmed into his pocket and removing the mans identity card. "I'm sorry miss theres no record of a visit" the man appeared apoligetic but ready for an argument.

"Oh..." she looked like a little girl who had just been told her kitten had been run over "Oh well, I'll try and arrange another meeting" She turned and left the building and gazed at her watch as she walked down the stairs... They'd never link it... the age of chaos was upon them she would teach him what it was like to face the horror of helplessness and dispair she'd teach him...

She reached the bottom of the stairs and gazed back at the large building with it's pepsi sponcership emblems scttered across it then a huge noise of an explosion and the windows on the bottom floor exploded outwards... smoke plummed and the supports began to crack... the stuff had done the job, to steal a quote she liked from some tv show
"First he shall know fear"
"Then he shall know pain"
"Then he shall die"
She grinned and walked down the road and around to the fire exits so she could gain entrance to the building before the security forces turned up.

Taria punched the bag in front of him vivicously, snapping his hand back and forth open palmed, then carefully aiming he launched a kick to were the midsection would be, sending the bag off in that direction, he felt an animal roar welling up inside him, he began to snarl and finally in a culminating attack launched himself into the air and kicked the bag at the very top, were the head would be, knocking it out of the gravitic neutralizers which held it in place, his breathing ragged he fell to the floor, and began to laugh, he rose again and went to the side wall, intending to call a repairman for the bag, instead he saw the sword of his ancestor Aning-Tiu, founder of the empire, the sword with which he had conquered all the earth area which was currently under Jitanese control, he gingerly took it from the wall and tested it's edge carefully, it was still sharp, he began doing sword drills with it, he had never felt comfortable with a sword until he had picked up this one, Jitanese tradition demands the emperor know how to use a sword and so he'd been instructed, but this was different, this sword held a connection for him to his most ancient past, it was in essence the root of his family, stopping for a moment he looked at the sword and said:" I know what I must do."...

OOC: off for the weekend

On her arrival back at the hotel smiled politely at the clerk and walked relaxed to her room. She could feel the rage swelling up inside her, she would have to move soon, she would have to strike, the moments she'd been waiting for all her life, since her farther was flung from his work place and forced to live the life of the pauper, forced to debase himself all for the GOOD OF THE STATE... she slammed the door behind her... the rage was ready to explode.

Her farther was a loyal employee and they through him away... he couldn't cope... he had no hope, no choice, no purpose... he killed himself with the knife she kept in her cloak, the sword was also his... she could hold on a few more days. She walked over to the thermastat on the shower and turned it to ice cold... The shower helped calm her, focus her mind on a single pinpoint purpose... to make that man beg for it to stop... and then to kill him...

That was her purpose, that was why she'd survived sixteen years on the streets, she was 21 and a human killing machine... she had never since she was five thought of anything but revenge and now she could taste it... it was very nearly too much.

Taria pulled on his leather gloves, sword dangling inobtrusivly at his side, taking a ring of beaten silver he tied his hair back out of his eyes "it is apparent to me that this killer wants to kill me, so i'll make it easy for them, i'll go into the city and find them, one of us will not survive." he said to the aide who stood anxiously beside him " you majesty Just wait two days, you're not ready for an actual fight yet, you must wait." said the aged man.Taria saw the wisdom herein, and sighed,"very well,i'll wait, but only to train."

OOC: just tying in my absence

OOC: finally a killer! who should be of jitanese origin and bearing a serious grudge against the emperor

IC: "well, mr. Narrin if you believe that you can aid our investigation then you are welcome to it, but i warn you, we cannot offer much assisstance, but if you are a professional then it should be no problem."

"I assume you can give me the files on the murders to date. Also, would you mind telling me where a good wig can be purchased?"
OOC: Mention any relevent trends in the murders. I assume that the same method of killing was used for each; have they all been in the same area? That would help a lot, giving Narrin somewhere to look for more information.

Forensic Report
All of the men we're murdered at the appartment.
the murderer appeared to have lured each one back to the appartment building, each one appears to have been tortured before they died each one appears to have been tortured uniquely but the cause of death for all of them was by a single violent slash across the throat. The main weapon apears to be a single bladed, single edge weapon with curving tip.
We believe that the main weapon used for both torture and death was a knife approximately 9" long.

The additional three victims, one located in a back ally and not matching the general description ergo the man did not have dark hair, bares the violent slash across the throat.
The next man fits the general description however he was killed by multiple stab wounds to the cheast using a 6" blade.
The third man was found in the uptown hotel district, the man had dark hair and a slash across his throat, he was found in a dumpster. This victim died approximately 5 hours prior to pick up.

The killer so far has only left a note, and that note was found on the irregular body, I personally would say that that particular incident was the result of a copycat.

The direction, violence and ferocity of the neck wound would suggest a killing of passion... anger prehaps. I wouldn't know psychology is not my strong point.

I hope this helps, feel free to get in touch if you require assitance.

Jonathen Baxter, Forensics Chief

She couldn't help herself she had to do it again, she saw him walking down the street and she found the rage almost completly uncontrollable, the data disks she'd stolen from the Space directors office held plans on the Palace, and several low level access codes he was privey to. It was a real shame that building fell down, but now she had a few more tools.

But even now when it was all so close, so close she could taste it in the air she couldn't help herself she'd smiled at him as he passed her, she turned and spoke to him they walked for a little while, he was lost in her charm, she led him away from the streets and into the ally where she slashed his throat. It was stupid but it didn't matter now. She couldn't stop herself even if she really tried.

She had signed out of her room and was sitting in the coffee bar waiting for an idea to appear... something else to enrage them, something else that would make him feel the pain... she scanned the street, for the moment she was calm she sipped her coffee and relaxed, well as much as she could.

"Who does that apartment building belong to? It could be useful to speak with the owner. Has there been anything else- unusual- reported in that area? Where was the man who was stabbed found? Was that a single edged or double edged weapon?" That one is odd- why would a different method of killing by used on one victim than the others? Perhaps he was killed by someone else. More information about that may be needed. "Finally, has anything else unusual been reported in the hotel district where the most recent victim was discovered?" It seems the killer is moving... hopefully the Emperor is well protected. A knife is the weapon of choice- either a skilled (possibly trained?) fighter, or someone who cannot afford a gun, is most likely. One important question- is the motive personal or political? "Does the Emperor have any known enemies?"
OOC: 9 inches is the blade, not the entire knife, right?

OOC arghhhhhhhhhhh I spent ageas writing a responce and the board lost it with an invalid session arrghhhhhh, I'll have to rewrite sorry about the time laps!

Jonathen sits opposite you at his edsk and fumbles through a pile of papers and data chits, "I like paper, it's real, I always have this feeling that there's just something not quite right about virtual data, do you find that?" he shrugged and looked back at the documentation,

"Okay, the apartment building is owned by one Reggex Technical Housing, their records show that the room was let by credit stick, no human contact involved dna coding of one Jonas Whitbrew, who we infact found dead two months ago, gun shot to the right temple, we thought that was a pro.
Before you ask we checked up on what purchases were made to the room, all of which were done using credit numbers of the dead victims... So the killer has a rather advanced credit hack stick that can happily pretend it's user has the dna of the actual owner! These babies retail on the black market at about 100,000"

"I recently got some more forensics on the blade, it left trace elements in some of the victims the blade is 102 years old... so antique!"
"Also the direction and alignment of the blows, aswell as indicating an act of rage or passion also tell us that our killer is approximately 5'6", so he's short..."

"The stabbing victim was killed by a dagger, a lot of cutting and slicing plus there is signs of a struggle, none of which was noted on the other victims. Sounds to me like a copycat..."
"Of course theres the guy who got killed by an axe but we can throw that one out of the window becouse the offender was an 8 foot tall troll"
"The torture suggests some degree of surgical skill, although it may just be pure sadism, we've checked the psych profiles of all the medical staff on the national database no one matches up..."

"We do have some DNA evidence, we've checked the national database sadly we havn't got the person on file... the reason we know that this dna isn't one of the victims is becouse it's female, It may be the person who sent the tip off?"

"The man in the dumpster wasn't tortured, he was just murdered... it appears our killer has no sense of control... hmmmmm"

"The only thing to happen in the city has been the terrorist attack on the space centre, shame it was a nice building..." he shrugged and sat back

"on the question of personal or political, the brutality suggests personal, but the hardware and the killing of Jonas may suggest something political aswell."

"Thats about all I have for you but feel free to ask more questions!?"

"Nothing else comes to mind at the moment. I think I'll investigate the area where the most recent killing occured. If you find out anything else, contact me at this number."
Narrin handed the man a slip of paper with his cell phone number on it, then headed for the hotel district.
So- this person has no shortage of money, now. That narrows down the possiblities a bit. He's almost certainly a very good fighter; I wouldn't be surprised if he has combat training. This is seeming less and less like a politically motivated action. Personal is most probable, but it could be religious with an antique knife involved. I'll have to look into that sometime. First, though, check the evidence while it's as fresh as possible. If there was a struggle, perhaps someone heard anything.

She sat back and continued to sip her coffee whilst reading the vid feed, funnily her exploits were rating highly in the news, she watched the people in the street hurry about their business, funny how there were so many blonds nowdays... she strummed her fingers and glanced about.
It had been a good day, well it hadn't, she'd killed that man but then that did make it a good day...

Time floated by slowly as she considered her next move. Gazing intently at the people going about their business.

The Emperor adresses the country,
"Citizens of the Empire, it is my duty to report to you that the murderer plaguing Jitano will be stopped soon, I have sealed off the central park of Arackal in hopes that this coward, this faceless killer will seek me there, I will meet this coward in combat and overcome him, fear not for your Emperor my people, for I shall overcome this evil which plagues our land, glory be to the Empire!"

She watched the latest vid-feed, didn't they realise that the killer choose when she'd strike, not the victim... she smiled and pondered at the thought of some foolish wannabe's turning up and getting slaughtered. No she'd choose her time, she'd choose her grounds, and her fight... and he would be helpless.
She finished her coffee and sighed, wondering back to her room she ran over the recent happenings in her mind, she had the basic codes and the floor plans to the palace. She wondered how close the law was to her...

People rush about there business, the hotel district is home to tourist, the traveling business man, the corporate executive, it is home to the transient community of the city with few people staying long. Plush cafe's and bars line the streets, high class shops sell fashion items and consumer goods.
The picket for information seems scant until an older lady with a horrid hat appears,
"Yeah I saw him! was wonedring around with some pretty thing he was"
"Description you say? hmmmm about 5 and a half feet, long black hair, pale grey eyes, she looked rather southern... he seemed rather taken with her..."
"Have I seen her since? yes officer she was having coffee at that coffee bar an hour or so ago, I always notice out of the ordinary people and she just seems to have a little edge if you see me sir..."

Taria stood in the centre of the park, his sword dangling from his hip, he smiled to himself, "regardless of where it is i will be victorious, i am too well trained to be defeated by some rank amateur, all it'll take is time," he turned about and headed for the perimeter

As he left something caught his attention, a piece of paper with luxurious writing which said
Beware the weapon weilded by a master, for often his hand shall remain invisible
the night was silent, how he hated cowards, but what did the message mean... was it even for him? what did it mean for the present and the future?

Taria walked back to the palace, surrounded by Pandion Knights, he thought to himself "when the time comes, show no mercy, this one has commtied a capitol crime and has disgraced the empire, cut out the heart,and then the head" a Pandion Knight looked strangely at him "what was that your Majesty?" he asked hesitantly "what? oh nothing, just thinking out loud."

People rush about there business, the hotel district is home to tourist, the traveling business man, the corporate executive, it is home to the transient community of the city with few people staying long. Plush cafe's and bars line the streets, high class shops sell fashion items and consumer goods.
The picket for information seems scant until an older lady with a horrid hat appears,
"Yeah I saw him! was wonedring around with some pretty thing he was"
"Description you say? hmmmm about 5 and a half feet, long black hair, pale grey eyes, she looked rather southern... he seemed rather taken with her..."
"Have I seen her since? yes officer she was having coffee at that coffee bar an hour or so ago, I always notice out of the ordinary people and she just seems to have a little edge if you see me sir..."
"Thank you, you've been very helpful." Narrin walked into the coffee bar and spoke quietly with the owner. "Sir, was there a woman in here about an hour ago? The person I'm looking for is about 5 feet, 6 inches tall, with long black hair and grey eyes. This is quite important; I'm a detective investigating "the Cutter," and I think she may have relevant information."

It's mid afternoon and the guy seems to be busy cleaning and finishing up, there are only a handful of customers still here.

"Dark hait, grey eyes, 5'6" he grins "Of course I remember her! stunning, truely stunning, like bombshell!" he turns to one of his filter machines, and starts jiggling something, "emmm she paid by cred..." his fingers click across the data link... "hmmmm yep theres the account, emmm" he grabs the pen from his chest pocket and scribbles a number on a receipt. "Here you go, if you get her phone number pass it on eh" the guy winks and gets back to his filters.

Taria passed restlessly around the palace, scowling out at the window, he started mumbling and then stopped, "i'm talking to myself now, get a grip man" he silently rebuked himself he continued pacing, waiting for what he knew was coming...

She paced back and fourth her mind twitched and she cleared her cred stick... she glanced around the room her senses we're on high alert she'd become incredibly jumpy.
"Thats it, I'm moving, one last night on the move and then... well then it's all over..." she sighed and stared back into the room... I wander if I was ever happy she suddenly shook her head... now was not the time to be thinking whimsical thoughts... she hated him, she couldn't stand the superior smug, nobility... she screamed, grabbed her knife, and palm-puter and stormed out never to return leaving the the room implicably tidy but full of what life she had had.
Nothing mattered anymore... death was the only solution.

In the gym, Taria worked the standard routine for the steel hands, open palm stricking a steel plate, he had been going steady for a few hours, his left palm had been cut thrity minutes ago and the steel plate was stained with his blood, he kept going, exhaustion setting in his limbs, finally he stopped, a sort of eery calm settled over him, he smiled to himself " time to meditate" he said, walking back to his room, he paused for a moment at the palace infirmary to get his hand fixed, " you've been hitting that damn steel plate again?" asked the doctor, the only person on the palace staff that would speak to him that way, he looked at the doctor witha calm eyed stare "it's the way i work doc, you know that" then he came up off the table to his feet "besides, i need to get in shape, i've been feeling flabby the past little while" he said, at 220 pounds of steel and muscle the Emperor was anything but flabby, he started towards the door and stopped, " you gonna be here tommorow doc?" he asked over his shoulder "of course i am, why would you ask that?" the doctor looked at his sovereign, puzzled "no reason" replied the Emperor with a slight smile...

It's mid afternoon and the guy seems to be busy cleaning and finishing up, there are only a handful of customers still here.

"Dark hait, grey eyes, 5'6" he grins "Of course I remember her! stunning, truely stunning, like bombshell!" he turns to one of his filter machines, and starts jiggling something, "emmm she paid by cred..." his fingers click across the data link... "hmmmm yep theres the account, emmm" he grabs the pen from his chest pocket and scribbles a number on a receipt. "Here you go, if you get her phone number pass it on eh" the guy winks and gets back to his filters.
"Had you ever seen her before?"

"Yeah yesterday, had a coffee and watched the vid feeds... anyway sir I have to close up if you don't mind?"

She wondered down the street and thought about the situation as it seemed to stand the night was cold, strange she thought, the leaves we're begining to fall... she loved automn she decided. She stared up and wondered about the rest of the universe... the infinite possibilities of reality, realising that nothing mattered but the reality you lived in...

Tommorow night she'd strike... it was predestined... it was a cold world.
She shivered and nestled amongst the homeless of the city all of them were talking about little things, they were all concerned with what really seemed to matter. They didn't care about the government, politics, fashion, money or business... they were interested in history, people, food, socialising... it was weird... she always seemed at home when she had no reason too...

Tommorow it would all be over anyway...
Her phone rang...
"oh... well maybe tonight is as good as any other night"
She sighed... somethings just can't wait...
She stood up and set off towards the palace

Narrins phone rang "hello Narrin, it's Jonothan here, I have some feed back on that account number, Lilian Fargo, daughter of a lead scientist on a closed down project... he became a drunk and suicidal... his wife left him and the kid for some business tychoon. She spent her life as a street kid, never got caught for anything though... a clever lass by all accounts... sounds like motive? huh"
"Anyway the cred trace shows her staying at the Nattow Hotel... also we got some data from the space command bombing, guess who was there three minutes before the place went up? yep you guessed it our girl! anyway I'm sending the image through now!"

OOC:
Is it too late to join? If not I would like to join, and if so, please tell me if there is anything particular that I should do.

OOC: i guess, but act fast this'll probably wrap up tomorrow

OOC: tomorrow is the last day of RP

IC: Taria sat in his bedchamber, a small smile on his face, in his left hand he held a whetstone, in his right, his sword, he had been contently sharpening it for an hour or more, fianlly, inspecting his work he ran a finger down the blade, and promptly cut himself, his smile grew broader and he whispered to himself "no pain" and continued inspecting the sword, when he finished he stood up and began sword play, he brought the Katana up and around then, swiftly down across an imagined opponents ankles, then using the sword as a pole propelled himself a few feet in the air and aimed a kick at his bed post, his foot went through the post, splinetrs of wood flying every were, he smiled to himself and bagn to laugh...

OOC:- Jitano you can cover the fight as you have a certain flare that I can't touch...

She moved quickly towards the palace, just before she got there though she saw a kid rummaging through a bin... she stopped and stared for a moment... "Hay kid" she beckoned across the street, the kid turned with a start, she smiled kindly "Here have this, I don't need it anymore" she through the cred stick across to the kid, "It's got one account on it, I've never used it... it should help you out... my advice? rent a room, pay for private school, and live a real life... but never forget this... never forget the streets, becouse this is where the real people are..." the child fumbled with the cred stick and put it in her pocket...
She left and reached the palace, it took her little effort to avoid the guard... he'd be in the gym... she knew that much... he was loyal to his regime... she respected that... gaining entry wasn't to hard either, she'd been adept at that kind of thing and the codes gave her enough access to get to the gym... where she waited quietly... she watched Taria as he trained... hardly breathing as he begun laughing...
"Hello My Lord, I'm most moved by your ability... you are an unquestioned swordsman..." she smiled from her dark perch, and lept to the ground... she smiled and drew her blade... "There is no point in asking me why... I have had my reasons... now... can we just end this?"

Taria looked at the intruder and laughed "A woman?" he asked wildly "not in my wildest dreams did i expect a woman to be the 'Arackal cutter' well so be it, it ends now" he said, moving his sword into a defensive posture, his eyes took on a murderous glint, and his smile turned from mirthful, to malevolent in an instant, he took three huge steps towards her and leapt at her, his sword tucked close to his body, as he passed he heard the sudden sound of steel on steel, he landed hard on all fours and turned back to her, she was already charging, Taria sprang up and took his sword in one hand, moved it back and forth rythmically, deflecting heer strikes with an infuriating ease, she began to growl, a small growl grew in the back of her throat, Taria continued parrying strikes left and right, then she screamed in an anger unknown to the world, she attempted a thrust, but due to her anger she was clumsy and off balance, Taria moved to the left and dodged it,saw the kill area but ignored it, and kicked her off her feet, "well this is a lot of fun, but i thought that your intent in coming here would be to kill me, please get on with it, i'm a very impatient man you know." he said it almost jovially she attempted another strike which he parried and brought her in close, her lips were drawn back in a cruel snarl, "now now, you mustn't lose your temper, that just won't help anything, come on, land at least one stirke, you're embarassing yourself." he said, throwing her back against a wall, she landed hard on her back, and looked up at him, he face was still angry, but with a resigned look on it at the same time, she lunged again, this time her strike was graceful and calculated, her sword sheared through Taria's loose Gi and went right to the flesh, Taria's abdomen contracted in pain, he looked at the weapon which had pierced his side and then at the woman who'd used, she had a triumphant smile on her face, "flesh wound" he said and ripped the sword away from her, then after being kicked in the stomach she fell to her knees, he stood before her " you've commited a capitol crime little one, and you must pay." he brought the sword up over her head and then down, the tip sliced through bone and skin, straight to her heart, her eyes widened briefly and a bloody froth erupted from her mouth, Taria removed the swor dand she collapsed against the floor, the Emperor took three steps back, bowed and went to the wall "get a cleaning crew in here" he said shortly over the comm, " brave little girl" he said as he walked out of the gym...

OOC: ok?

OOC :c) a suitable last dance

Royal Advisor Marik stood at the balcony and sighed... so close... she'd come so close... years of planning gone in an instant... but then she was just one pawn in many... she'd done alot of damage, Taria would at least be changed by her... how could she have been so foolish... ever since he'd met her at the age of seven and started nurtureing the seeds of fear into hate... she'd been so increadilby capable... but no matter. She'd hurt Taria, wounded him far deeper than any physical wound could have... Taria was a fine opponent but one day his family would sit on the thrown it was just a matter of time. He left and returned to his quarters...
The cleaning crew arrived and the body was removed... and the gym cleaned... seeds of fear and doubt planted deep in the minds, with hope soon to vanish and be forgotten but then prehaps thats what Marik really wanted... another chance to strike months, years, decades, it didn't matter but there would be another chance.

OOC cheers for the rp most satisfying... both Jitano and Marshahnk thanks hopefully we shall have the chance to meet elsewhere in the universe. I'm thinking of creating a modern fantasy/horror if anyones interested. Talk anon

OOC: thanks to all who participated, sounds like there just might be a sequel at some point

OOC: thanks to all who participated, sounds like there just might be a sequel at some point
OOC: A sequel? I hope so; I seem to have missed the most important part!
IC: Narrin called the police chief immediately.
"Hi, this is Joseph Narrin. I've been looking into the Cutter incidents, and I think I found a good suspect- She already struck?! Blast! What happened? Ah? Excellent. Sorry I wasn't of more help, I wish your Emperor hadn't had to go to the trouble. Oh well, this is my last day of vacation... time to head home anyway. If you have any more trouble like this, give me a call."
He set out on the way back to Marshahnk City.