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May, 2010... Fantasy became reality. Worlds overlay for the briefest moment. Outworlders became stranded on earth as more than half the human populace vanished. Our World, our universe, was transformed.

Fiction is now reality. Humans and those now bound to this world will either learn to coexist, or battle for supremecy.

Raeden (Rae) Seiko

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About Raeden (Rae) Seiko

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    Detective-Sp. Crimes/Narcs/Homicide
    New York City Police Department - 10th Precinct
    Raeden Seiko ('Ray-den Say-ko')
    At 5'6" Rae's imposing personality can at times make up for her more diminutive stature. Her father was Asian and her mother Irish/Italian, making her mixed heritage very evident in her features. Light brown eyes often fall into a more hazel or amber hue, particularly when focusing on a crime scene.

    She is almost always dressed to work. Slacks or jeans and a tank under a button up is her go-to look with her piece tucked into the back of her waistband. When she does dress up she is stunning. Just exotic enough to turn heads.
    Behind her back she has been called a Barracuda. The moniker is fairly well deserved. She is a tireless workaholic who believes deeply in what she is doing. The job comes first. She is also fiercely protective of her "blue" family. She opened the gym to give them a safe place to go and has used her position often to fight the take over of New York law enforcement by any private sector including the Vanguard and New World Defense Division. She wont admit it but she has also been known to quietly bail her "family" out of troubles.

    On the flip side, in those rare times she relaxes she is funny and playful. Her wit can be a bit dark and wicked.
    Owner of Precinct Gym - formerly Gotham Gym in the West Village. She rehabbed the gym in 2013 so those on the force had a place to work out. The gym is on the second floor, the entrance a non-descript door with no signs to indicate what is up there nor the cops that might be working out there. The gym is not open to the public, its private and for the "men in blue" only. Its anonymity to the public is her way of keeping the police force safe.

    1988 Jeep Wrangler - black with both a soft and hard top but she prefers to drive it convertible when the weather permits. In fairly good shape it still drives decent even in the New York winters.

    Like many on the force, she has a large collection of guns. The piece she normally sports in the back band of her slacks is her Glock 22.
    While she works with both ARMA and Vanguard she holds no love for either.


    Rae is able to enhance or detract all her natural senses except taste and touch. She can enhance her eyesight to see at microscopic levels, hear heartbeats from meters away, and even determine the chemical composition of objects by smell. Paired with her FBI studies regarding chemical compounds, and micro-biologic structures she at times becomes a "walking crime lab". Her ability is incredibly useful in criminal investigations.

    Rae is only able to super-enhance one sense at a time. The more she enhances one particular sense, the less effective her other senses become. In some circumstances, the other senses shut down all together. For example, talking to her while she is visually inspecting a crime scene can result in no response because she has not heard a thing.

    Magnifying Vision:
    When enhanced, Rae is able to "zoom" into her surroundings. It acts almost like a zooming lens, shifting inward in stages. She cannot magnify from normal to 100x, she goes through several stages of "zooming" in. Because of this she tends to tune out everything around her as the focus gets clearer and clearer. Rae can go as deep as 300x magnification, the equivalent of a fairly good microscope.

    Rae has the ability to enhance her hearing far beyond the scope of normal human capability. She can hear soft sounds and pitches usually reserved for dogs. Her enhanced hearing can block out ambient sounds to focus on a specific source or frequency. As such, she can pick out a single voice in an cacophony of noises. Her acuity can go as far as 500 feet but after that she cannot hear any better than the average human.

    Rae can magnify scents and detect specific people, objects, substances including chemicals, and track a scent from up to a mile away. She can even detect sicknesses by which hormones/smells a target excretes.
    As part of her training pre and post Resonance, Rae is a highly skilled kickboxer as well as a lethal marksman. She puts in time in her gym daily as well as hits the range at least five times a week to ensure she never gets rusty.

    A bit of a health nut, Rae has developed some mad cooking skills.

    Negotiator - as part of her FBI training she had studied multiple forms of negotiations including hostage. When put to the test it turned out she had a natural affinity for the skill. More than once this has diffused a potentially explosive situation. It is also how she has managed to keep the New York precincts a public service and not fall to the private sector.
    Special Agent Seiko. She had fought hard to earn the title. She grew up with little but a strong sense of ethics from her parents. Her dad had made it onto the New York Police force and she had looked up to him for as long as she had understood he protected everyone. He had specialized in narcotics but had an eye on the FBI, an impossible aspiration for one not born in the US. Unfortunately, the man she revered was lost to her just shy of her twelfth birthday in a hostage shoot out. She then spent the rest of her time planning her life with the golden ring being a spot in the FBI that her father couldn’t reach.

    She had dual majored in finance and accounting knowing that it was the best chance for getting into Quantico. She was a gym rat throughout school, always preparing. In college she had actually made time for a relationship. Justin had proposed the night of their graduation and she had accepted. But the happily ever after they had envisioned was short lived. An engineering major he found work in Texas while she made it into Quantico. They tried to make it work at first, but he tried more than she did. Her drive had taken over until she got a letter breaking it off, and that was all she wrote. Seiko had been one of the youngest to get through both the New Agent and Intelligence training, and was a Field Agent only two years before she was given the prestigious title of Special Agent, leading investigations. Even back then she was an animal. Focus was intense as was her dedication.

    Respected and running massive investigations by 2010, Rae was running one in New York when the Nevus occurred and turned her world upside down.

    Losing her mother and her beloved FBI she had to find a new purpose. The world needed protectors and she was at the ground floor of rebuilding the New York Police Department. Asked to be the chief, she turned it down. Seiko was never a desk jockey. Shorthanded, she is the lead detective for Narcotics and Homicide for the 10th precinct.

    It was her first homicide that triggered her Synesthesia. It had been disorienting and yet quickly she understood the value such a gift was giving her. Her studies in the FBI had exposed her to so much that she was a walking crime lab, add her gifts and she didn’t even need to collect evidence half the time.

    Protective of her fellow law enforcement she has found her natural place in the new world.

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    “Day off or subtly working today?” Brow barely lifted at the man. Exposing a cop that wasn’t dressed in their blues was something that could get people locked up these days. Fortunately for the Bakkhos Champion, the detective wasn’t a blue…. and she had made her presence known in the city so many times it wasn’t like her occupation was a secret anymore. She was good at what she did… and she had a reputation. Just here for the caffeine…. Hint of a smirk played at her lips as she waited for her cup, acutely aware of the exchange between the two men. Bakkhos Champion seemed to peg the man as a potential issue as he leaned in close to whisper, ears focusing as vision blurred slightly, catching the end of the inquiry. Well that was interesting. "Depends on how good your coffee is," ….as was the response. The auditory focus was released and her cup came back into focus. "Is there something I can do for you? I'm about to take care of something." Hmm? The hazel flicked towards the man as she cupped the ceramic. That your best pick up line? The chuckle came easily from her chest as the hot brew came to her lips. She had to admit…. coffee was pretty damn good. Far better than she could afford. Palms cupped the sides of the ceramic as she shook her head. Just grabbing something hot before I head out into the cold front that came through while the festivities have been underway. Forecast had called for it to get down below freezing for the night. Winters seemed to get harsher and last longer every year. This was the fucked up world they lived in now. It was half the truth. The man was the other reason she had wandered into the bar for the coffee. Her instincts still said he was up to something. But with the Bakkhos highbrows here she doubted he would get away with much.
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    The faint look of disinterest softened as he apologized. "No, my apologies. Seems like this place has enough money to pay someone to build it properly. Maybe with doors that open inward away from crowds." Head tilted slightly to glance into the room just as the door was closing, much as she expected it to be except for the fact that it was vacant. Had he bought the box for just himself? Hazel returned to meet the softened gaze, a light shrug lifting the well worn Bean jacket. Outward is safer for those inside the box. Physics of kicking in a door 101…. it was much harder against the frame. If something went down it helped to prevent those in the hallway from entering. The weight of the door clearly betraying thick steel even though the hinges let its weight swing open and closed like butter. Bakkhos was ensuring security for those that paid for it. Made sense to be honest, but probably should have pushed the wall forward and recessed the door a couple feet, avoiding the potential for a Wiley Coyote door smack. "Apparently they were more concerned with making sure patrons had a three sixty HD view. Sorry about the door, have a good night." There was something very focused with this one, the way he touched and smoothed his coat, the way his voice remained soft and yet penetratingly sharp, clearly not here to enjoy the match, going so far as to trash talk the place… and leaving an empty box early. It was beginning to itch the back of her neck as senses went on alert. She nodded back as he moved away, hazel eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she caught the pause. Something in the bar caught his attention and drew him in. Secure in the knowledge of his location she moved to the door, hand lightly on the handle to test. Locked. Vacant box let a person do what they wanted in there. Breathing slowed as focus began to shut out the world, nostrils flared, even through the steel she would be able to detect explosive chemicals. She doubted she would find any, a bomb would only be an effective killer if it went off in the thick of the fight and the fight was likely to end soon. So either there was none, or the guy was looking to perish with his handiwork. He didn’t seem the type… but then types were corrupted in this new world. Scents grasped on her senses before wafting away once more, sounds becoming more distant as olfactory receptors widened and drank in the microscopic particles, focusing beyond the door. Metal saturated the receptors before she pushed past it. It didn’t take long to confirm there were no explosives in the room. But hyperosmia was not disengaged because something else was saturating her senses. Deep, dark pheromones…. lycan?..... could be shifter….not magus…. outworlder wasn’t out of the question either…. but shit he was permeating her senses. Head shook as she disengaged, disoriented several heartbeats before the pupils shrunk once more and hazel sought the bar. Strides were long considering her petite stature. The presence so much greater than it seemed it should be as she passed the threshold and instantly found him. Fingers touched the slightly frayed bill to push it higher, undulating lights catching her features as she planted her feet squarely beside the man, seemingly oblivious of his presence as his order was almost instantly followed by her own. Double espresso…… She hadn't missed the fact that the man behind the bar was the Bakkhos champ, nor the fact that her stranger ordered his coffee with a direct eye contact that continued to electrify the hairs on the back of her neck. This could be nothing more than machismo, a hotshot wanting to challenge the Bakkhos champion. But to cop instincts….it felt like……. more.
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    Fingers pulled the weathered baseball cap a little further down over her forehead as she wandered the light traffic of the second rotunda. The fight was heating up to an inevitable crescendo so people were in the stadium and gathering close to the large displays in the bar and club... not in the rotundas. It looked like the higher levels had even more security, likely because the club was up here and it was the first floor of private suites. She suspected the floor above with the really expensive boxes had even more guards and cameras. Bakkhos didn’t mess around. Again… something oddly reassuring in that. She was still on the fence if this was a "healthy" outlet in the city. She appreciated the fighting was off the streets and in a secure location, but at the same time this place was run by the modern day mob. The "business" dealings likely taking place here were going to be shady. Boots stuck to the concrete with that faint sickening squinch of too much beer and sugary drinks spilled in people's excitement. She had done the reconnaissance she had wanted to. To be honest, she didn’t revel in the thought of lingering to the end and fighting the crowd to get out. Hands slid into her jean pockets as she headed for the stairs, a hot shower and her bed were calling. Besides she had an early meeting with the chief to debrief the event. Hazel caught the door opening on one of the suites just in time to step aside. Brow quirked at the well dressed man as he came out, the coat over his arm a dead giveaway he was leaving. Not there for the bloodfest either it seemed, his slightly scowled expression said he wasn’t enjoying himself at all. Excuse me…. She apologized for nearly being hit by his door.
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    Gun and badge were hidden at the back of her jeans. The worn black ball cap pulled down over the raven hair that was left to wildly cascade over her shoulders. She was invisible in this crowd. Tan weathered LL Bean jacket hardly smelled of cop as she leaned on the rail of the first tier rotunda to watch the crowd more than the fight. She wasn’t interested in the upper decks and the elite boxes. She wanted to watch the "working man". Most thought this venue was a powder keg waiting to happen. She still was on the fence. Truth was, people were testing their powers against eachother all the time, usually to the detriment of the public. Satyr gave them a place to do it that was off the streets, monitored, less guarantee of a victor and a corpse at the end which was what was happening down the back alleys of New York nearly nightly. If this kept the machismo and blood out of the streets… it was hard to condemn it. Still…. Pushing off the rail she wandered the rotunda, watching the highly charged audience erupt out of their seats with every aggressive strike. She suspected this level of bloodlust was not much different from the roman coliseum fights… or more recently the cage fighting that was becoming more popular than boxing in the years leading up to the Resonance. The scale here was more that of the coliseum which was what itched her senses. A rumor had made it to the precinct. A disturbing one involving a mass scale outworlder attack on the venue. Which was absolutely asinine considering that most outworlders didn’t seem to thrill in the competitive bloodlust that humans of earth did. This venue was packed to the rafters with altered… not outworlders. An attack here would be killing their own kind, not outworlders. Then again… terrorism rarely held much logic. Satyr security was impressive. She had needed three levels of clearance to come in with her weapon. Then between the amount of cameras she spotted and assumed could not be seen, the non-descript muscle walking around, the clearly marked security walking around… this place was being monitored by a damn army. Bakkhos wasn’t taking any chances it seemed. There was something oddly reassuring in that. A less organized outfit might take the security needs lightly and then this place would be more rabid thunderdome than rowdy sporting event. Hazel caught the motion just in time to sidestep the beer that flew up out of the blue plastic cup as the excited cheer for the explosion below sent the idiot's drink into the air just moments after purchasing it. Place must be pulling in big dough. Between the tickets, food sales, drink sales and memorabilia, it was operating like a damn Beatles concert. Ya…. she was still on the fence.
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    Just Another Day at the Office....

    She couldn’t help a faint smirk as the man snapped his fingers back in mockery of the Pharos agent. Perhaps it really was time to work with the Order instead of Pharos for a while. "I'm the fucking Order." She was liking him more and more. Hazel keenly watched the flicker of blue flame. Magus. Not exactly unexpected from the Order. Though when she had crossed his path at the coffee shop she would have first guessed a lycan from the brooding demeanor. “Projectile changes the direction, explosive is probably not hot enough to impact its speed like I just did.” Head shook with the launcher still perched on her shoulder like some petite mad-max warrior. No… doesn’t alter the speed and only deviates it about 10 degrees from its original path. “If Kayne has the “kinetic vacuum” he mentioned, we could most likely stop it. It would take all three of us to get it where we can "catch" it… unless one of you screws up and gets me killed, then it’ll probably kill both of you… or the building collapses first. I think I can stop it, but only for a few seconds if Kayne has what he thinks he has. We can shut it down long enough to contain it.... It also had to be in something before it started flopping around out here. A box maybe that kept it bound... maybe? That'd be a start?” Frown clearly expressed a displeasure at relying on the Pharos screw-up. But at this point they didn’t have much choice. She did get where the Order magus was going with that though. Whatever contained it was probably somewhere near that shop. She suspected there was another dead body…. one that had been too curious and opened it to begin with. It’s fast, it’s strong, and it’s brutal. Thing is, it doesn’t stop that easily, so it keeps smashing around. Lucky for us, Pharos has something for that. Snap had a lethal edge. And you don’t think whipping that nugget out would have been advisable BEFORE it killed another officer. He was now on a shit list that meant he had better watch his every step. She would arrest his ass the next time he damn well jaywalked and toss away the key. "Badge knocks it into me with that...thing. I stop it, Kayne binds it, Badge stuffs it back in the box. Kayne takes it home. If you can find the box." Lips opened only to snap shut again as nitwit again proved his ignorance. You heard him, people! I want that box in my hands pronto. Go! There was a quiet undercurrent in her tone that made Lance step out of the line of fire. He knew the tone well. Didn’t come in a box….. chased an officer into this building after they tried to save a shop owner around the corner from it. Killed both. Narrow gaze slid to the screw up, the tone accusatory. Of course Pharos is SUPPOSED to have those kinds of things handy…. containments of all kinds….. Grumble came under her breath as eyes fixed on the artifact, adding.. …only reason to call Pharos in the first place. She didn’t miss the reverence paid her fallen blue brothers as the Order magus made his rounds of the vacant warehouse. It went a long way to earning her respect. Launcher shifted as she took aim. Pharos idiot better move fast to get his vacuum and a containment unit or he was going to get blown away in the aftershock about to come. She wasn’t waiting for him to take the hint.
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    Just Another Day at the Office....

    While her partner made the call to the Order, under her breath the array of languages continued to growl nasty expletives at the Pharos inept who stormed back to his people like a sulking child. If he knew what was good for him, he would walk out and not look back. Next time she got a hold of Gale he was going to get an earful. If this was their service, she was done calling Pharos. MRO-A rocket was slammed into the barrel of the small shoulder launcher as the hammer made another devastating impact half demolishing another pillar. Soon the concrete second floor was going to come crashing down and containment would no longer be her problem. She listened as the Pharos inept tried to grow a set of balls with his own people. She was unimpressed. She slid forward onto a knee, launcher perching on her shoulder, sighting the moving object with a frightening accuracy as she let the world begin to fall away, site enhancing, zooming in and tracking. It was then hazel caught the motion almost the instant the form joined them. Brow quirked upward as her eye came off the site to look at him. ….you? He was Order? Well that was….. unexpected. Their brief encounter had not left her with any data that said "Order", her gift normally picked up on the slightest details of people. Everyone was a crime scene, a glint of a pin, shadow of a ring, mud on shoes, it was a bit of a curse but useful in her line of work. He… had been a bit of an enigma. An enigma that suddenly billowed heat throughout the floor, a heat that as she focused, she could see push air back against the oncoming artifact. She watched the feet slide as he let heat shield him from the attack. It was all in a split second but the slowed motion let her focus and get a good look at the carved metal head. Markings were unique….. celtic but not really. “Who am I talking to? What have you tried?" Lips parted as the launcher remained perched on her shoulder, but before sound was released the Pharos snapped fingers at the man like he was beckoning a dog. Hey! You! Yeah, you! Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing here? The name’s Kayne, and it’s awfully suspicious of you, just popping up out of nowhere on a crime scene. You’d better have some answers for me right now. He's your replacement…. The snarl was dangerously under her breath. While she had perhaps not picked up that the man was Order at the time, she had definitely picked up he was not someone to fuck with. The display of power was, she suspected, minor compared to what he could really do. This Pharos guy was going to get his ass handed to him by someone for sure today. You're talking to me. There was an authority in the tone that dared the Pharos baulker to contradict her. Movement up from her knee was fluid even with the small launcher on her shoulder. Well… skulls don’t do much to stop it, concrete just traps it momentarily and only when its embedded from its own momentum. Small projectile explosive…. Hand pushed the launcher slightly up to indicate its presence. … only cause a deviation in direction but have no perceivable impact on the artifact itself…. not so much as a scratch…. Short swear whispered from her chest as the hammer freed itself once more, spinning away as it whizzed by her head and send the Pharos team diving for cover.
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    Just Another Day at the Office....

    The guy was green, that much was clear to her as he didn’t hold his ground when she stepped closer. Where the fuck was Gale? Her agreement to call Pharos first was with him, not the actual Pharos organization. Come to think of it, she wondered if Gale didn’t keep some of those for himself rather than share with his company higher ups. As the greenhorn started to speak the artifact was again whipping around dangerously close to skulls. It shattered concrete when it embedded itself just behind the old steam pipes. You’ve got a lot of nerve, lady, begging Pharos for help, then talking all that smack at me when I show up. Lance visibly cringed and stepped away from his partner, fully aware this yahoo had just stepped so far over the line it would not be recoverable. He could feel her gaze narrow at the agent. That thing isn’t gonna hold for long, and you know it. I agreed to contain the artifact, not babysit your incompetent cops. Maybe I can help you out as an added bonus, but you’ve gotta learn some decent respect first and tell me those goddamn details so I can do my fucking job here. Don’t underestimate me, Detective Seiko. Especially not when you need my help. The smug smile that broke over his expression nailed the coffin. He didn’t get a chance to make his peace offering. Get…. the fuck…… out of my crime scene. The low growl held an ominous vibrato that made her partner step another long stride away, expression to the agent simply shrugging as though to say "you asked for it". You fuck ups wanted first calls for these damn things. THAT’S why you got called. No one fuckin' begging for your ass to be here. My "incompetent" cops DIED containing that thing from being unleashed on the city and its citizens. So you can go fuck yourself and get the hell out of MY crime scene. Pharos was not a law enforcement organization and therefore had no rights to any crime scene. She had full jurisdiction here. Spinning she glared at the steam beginning to leak from the pipe, it was breaking loose again. Eyes flicked to Lance as the order barked at him. Get the Order on the phone…. let them come get this damn thing. There was more than one faction in the city desperate to get their hands on these enhanced artifacts. She had loyalties to neither and was content to pit them against each other. With her regular Pharos contact AWOL, perhaps it was time that the Order was her go-to for a while. Lance merely shook his head as he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts for the Order. As if on cue the hammer found its freedom again, ricocheting off a wall before seeking once more anything that moved. Dropping to the ground she pressed her spine against a fractured concrete pillar to rummage in the swat bag for another explosive to load in the cannon, under her breath a bevy of swears in several languages growled from her chest.
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    Just Another Day at the Office....

    As Pharos nearly got their heads sliced off, her eyes rolled, huffed frown betraying she wasn’t impressed. Wonderful… more "civilians" to save….. Murmur was under her breath but elicited a chuckle out of Lance who had used the Pharos diversion to get back to her side, blood trickling down his cheek from his temple. NPC:…we got a plan..? Ya…. Let the hammer kill them for a while and see if any of the team…... Voice trailed off as the head of this farce was suddenly there and yapping at them. “Agent Kayne, Pharos. I need the who, what, when, and why on this hammer, now. And if you know anything about how it’s doing this, even better. Speak!” Lance took a slow visible step away from the line of fire as her brow lifted at the man. If Gail wasn’t dead yet…. he would be for leaving her to the inept of the Pharos leftovers. IF we knew what was powering it do you think we would have even called YOU?..... IF you are Pharos… shouldn’t you know those things?…. There was a menacing staccato to her words as she stepped closer to the man. IF you were worth anything as an agent, don’t you think that YOU should be telling me the facts?… Step to the right was sudden as out of the corner of her eye she had been tracking the hammer, gliding out of its path at the last minute as she continued. ……IF artifacts are your specialty don’t you think that YOU should be confining that thing already? Arm snapped out in the direction of the hammer as it exploded into the wall just beyond them, shards of concrete ricocheting through the air like small bullets. Huff through her nostrils dismissed the man as she dodged, the hammer coming back for the two of them. Hand snatched Lance by the shoulder to ensure he moved out of her way while not moving into the path of the hammer. This was an absolute fiasco.
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    Just Another Day at the Office....

    Anger was fueling action as she sprinted across rubble covered floors, scowling as she leapt over a blue clad arm sticking out from under a chunk of second floor concrete twitching. Dead blue. Fuck. Knee dropped and skidded along the floor as body momentum let her pivot the slide, back against the wall as her hand snatched the large duffle one of the cops had walked in with. Zipper was yanked open as she slammed her hands into it searching. Where…..where… Muttering to herself she sought the small shoulder MRO-A rocket launchers. It was usually used to blow down steel doors when they were after bad guys but in this case, she was willing to improvise. Weapon perched on her shoulder as she pushed her knee hard into the ground for balance, tracking the hammer through the scope on top of the barrel. She wasn’t expecting miracles, but it would hopefully slow the damn thing down. Ears itched at the scrape of the door opening up front. Either they had more bad guys coming through, or Pharos had finally gotten off their damn asses and had arrived. Either way she didn’t have time to find out. Tracking continued until she got the clear shot, which she only got because it was coming straight for her. Breath was slow then held in her chest s the head of the hammer was targeted. 3…..2…….1 Eruption of the missile was violent, pushing her back on the floor despite her braced position. Projectile hit the front of the hammer with enough force to blow steel doors apart. Basic metal would have been shredded, but as expected the hammer was not basic metal. Hammer was blown backwards with the force, spinning end over end before it slammed into the far wall. Lance!.... still alive…. NPC: Ya….'ey Seiko…. am officially putting in my week off starting now…. She couldn’t help the smirk at his humor. Eyes flicked from the hammer still vibrating embedded in the wall to the scene around her. They had one dead for sure, likely more. As the large doors pushed open her gaze snapped to the agents, their embroidered badges giving them away. About damn time…… Words barely got out before the hammer freed itself from the wall across the warehouse and targeted the fresh blood. Here they went again…………….
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    Just Another Day at the Office....

    It seemed an eternity. Where the FUCK was the Pharos agent? The thought zipped through her head as she dodged behind a concrete pillar for the hundredth time. The party was down to her, Lance and two in blue. The other two had gone down with their counterparts, one was bleeding profusely from his temple and was going to need medical attention soon. Pharos didn’t get here soon, she was going to be heading over there to threaten their asses. She had no qualms pitting them against ARMA and the Order who all wanted first dibs on new artifacts. She didn’t give a shit who came so long as they were reliable. With Gale that had become Pharos hands down. But something odd was going on there, this was the second time Gale was "not available" which meant perhaps they were not the preferred partner in this anymore. HEADS UP Her call came barely in time for the blue to drop to the ground a split second before the mallet struck the wall he had been standing against, concrete block exploding in shards around him. With fewer targets it meant they were all forced to dodge much more frequently. They were getting tired. NPC: We cant keep this up….. Lance's breath was coming in labored heaves as he sat on the floor behind an old metal sewing table. Well I am open to suggestions…… Shooting it hadnt had any effect and there wasn’t anything in the abandoned warehouse strong enough to trap it in…. at least not while it had that ridiculous momentum. Likely the way to get it under control was to halt its movement. So who exactly was going to try and catch it? Hammer hit another pillar and this time the entire concrete column exploded, shuddering the ground even outside the building. As the debris flew she could hear the echo of something far more ominous. Another "heads up" was inhaled for a strong shout but she never had the chance as suddenly half the second floor gave way, the concrete ground dropping in massive chunks all around them, forcing a mass scramble from all those still on their feet. Those who had already been rendered unconscious would need to be found after. She wasn’t certain they were all clear of the rubble. They might have lost a blue. Fuck……. just another day at the office…..
  11. Raeden (Rae) Seiko

    Bedknobs and Broomsticks....

    She was evading. That much was becoming very apparent and that began a seed of doubt about the whole story she was being fed. “As I said before, I am not well acquainted with the man. I could not presume anything about his views regarding outworlders. And the only time I observed him being aggressive is when he is aggressively losing his money at the casino.” Impassive expression watched nostrils flar, lips draw to a thin line. The woman had crossed into a high level of discomfort. “I wonder what would you like to ask me next, his political alignment, perhaps? Would you want to know if I knew how he voted last election, as well?” She was unraveling. It was a common occurrence when the skilled detective interrogated, but typically it occurred with the guilty… could this woman be…….? “Now, if you would be so kind as to excuse me. Time is gold, and that is literally true in my case. I would love to stay and chat, but then I would have to bill you … and your department could not afford my rates.” So Kleski's whore. She had thought Bakkhos was more…. upper class… than that. Perhaps she was wrong. Other possibility was they didn’t know and the woman was working their clientele on the side. Brow lifted at the attempt to intimidate the detective with her "icy" review. There had been a harsh comment on the detectives lips to inform the woman that her "Mikhail" was dead but she held her tongue based on that reaction. Instead the detective remained impassive, hands still neatly slid away in her pockets. The abrupt exit was a nail in the coffin. The woman was now a suspect which meant the detective no longer wanted to talk to her anyway, she wanted to talk to her superiors. It wasn’t like Bakkhos to leave a mangled corpse out in the open, not like them at all. Which left that this was a rogue act and they would need to be made aware of it. Walking out of the room the gaze followed the woman, catching her going straight for the exit elevators. Typical behavior for the guilty… to attempt an escape. Suspect….definitely. The guard came up with a smile and nodded to her. NPC: got your answers? No actually…. I did not. Lucky around? It was a statement more than a question and the security guard frowned, instantly glancing after the other woman who was leaving, clearly wondering what had transpired behind closed doors. NPC: …ya….. think he is. Will see for ya… With that the man walked away to make a phone call. She followed at a distance, going over the conversation in her head once more, as well as the gory crime scene. She would prefer to talk to Gaspari, but she knew Cavalli ran the casino and it was all about hierarchy in Bakkhos.
  12. Raeden (Rae) Seiko

    Bedknobs and Broomsticks....

    Answers were slower to come. The woman was thinking before she spoke now. It was always easier to get information when people didn’t think first. Didn’t mean one couldn’t figure out the truths, just meant they were sometimes more hidden. Keen eyes watched lips press more tightly together. The woman was deciding what to say and more importantly… what not to say. Seemed she might have known Mr Kleski well. “There was an incident… two days back, at the strip club. Mikhail got a little rough with one of the veil-crosser temping for Penthouse, and her bouncer boyfriend went ballistic. Broke Mikhail’s nose, I think. But it was one of those things that could happen at any given night at any given club, and last I heard, no charges were pressed.” Expression remained impassive as she drank in the information. There was a clear dodge at the end as she attempted to dismiss the importance of the incident even after sharing it. Sounded like there might be some latent hostility for outworlders there. His interest in the female outworlders was not that unique for one that might hate the strangers that had been dropped on their world. A boy who was fascinated with butterflies often had urges to rip their wings off. He was starting to take shape much in line with her original thoughts based on the crime scene. Hazel watched the flex of tendons along her fingers as the grip on her glass tightened. There was a tenseness in her vocals as well. The woman had grown uncomfortable. “If that would be all? My apologies, but I have somewhere else to be. ” Interesting. Looking for an escape. The detective remained impassively standing, hands still casually in her pockets. Kleski have a general beef against outworlders? Or was that the first time you saw him get aggressive? Head tilted slightly at the woman. Clearly not ready for the conversation to end.
  13. Raeden (Rae) Seiko

    Bedknobs and Broomsticks....

    Being a really good detective was a strange amalgam of skills. One had to be part scientist, part street fighter, part psychologist, part patient parent, part chameleon and too often part cold blooded killer. On interviews it was parent and psychologist that had to be tapped into the most. The woman seemed to realize the mistake quickly. The tinge of crimson shading along the tips of alabaster pale ears was evidence of that as the guard escorted the second man beyond prying eyes. Hands slid casually into the pockets of her slacks as she followed when the woman beckoned. From behind, the hazel studied the way she moved. There was a grace there that was more natural to the outworlders than the earthborn. Not always, but often. The detective didn’t say a word as they found a private lounge and the woman took the opportunity to pour herself a drink. A move that seemed to betray nerves. An assessment reinforced by the fact that without so much as a "hi" from the detective, the woman began to talk, spilling information on the man without any prompting. Brow lifted as the woman continued to talk about his loss last week and nouveau riche status. The deluge of information abruptly came to a halt as quickly as it started. Another sign there was anxiety at play here. The flush once more painted the white skin of the woman's ears. Clearly what she rattled off was not all she knew. The fact that the detective was directed to this woman and not to a dealer, or a guard, or management was a bit telling about the man. It was also telling about the woman. Escort…. confidant……companion…. girlfriend perhaps? Of all the options the last seemed least likely. The body had been pretty mangled but enough was there to know Kleski hadnt exactly been a supermodel. “If I may ask, is he in some kind of trouble, Ms -? Seemed she finally realized she had been running her mouth as that flush stained her ears. Seiko….Detective Seiko. Quiet words were calm as the hazel met the woman's. Does Mr Kleski have any enemies that you know of? Maybe racked up some big debts he hasn’t paid back? Head tilted waiting to see the response before deciding where to take the interview.
  14. Raeden (Rae) Seiko

    Bedknobs and Broomsticks....

    Hands slid into her jeans, cold still biting through to her bones despite the casino bathing her in heated air as she waited patiently for someone to talk to. Hazel eyes slid around the floor. The swanky of New York seemed to have all congregated here to get out of the cold. The casino had rooms above so likely they were camping out here until the ice age passed, stuck as vehicles literally froze into their parking spots. If Lance was smart he stayed in the car and kept it running so the damn thing didn’t freeze. Eyes slid up to the woman as she was addressed by the security guard when she approached. “Ah, here she is. Miss Vasiliev, these two officers are looking for information on one Michael Kleski?” Brow lifted wondering who the second "officer" was. A man standing nearby grinning at her like she was part of the female entertainment. Hazel rolled as she turned back to the Bakkhos security. He is not with me… and you might want to check him because the jacket is pulling on the left side. Firearm under there. The security guards frowned and instantly moved to handle the leering "gentleman" behind her. A brief scuffle leading the guy away to a backroom. What idiot wandered into Bakkhos trying to sneak in a gun? Hers had been briefly flashed to the guard with her badge so there was complete awareness despite it being hidden under her jacket. Hazel slid instead to the woman they had brought down to talk to her. She wasn’t that surprised. What was left of the guy showed a high end suit and some custom jewelry. “I would be more than happy to help you with your inquiries, officers. One small request, though. Can we discuss this matter in one of the private rooms? While we are grateful for the service you provide this city, police presence is not exactly conducive for the type of business we are in. I hope you understand.” As a plain clothed detective she might have been offended by the assumption that she was "recognized" as law enforcement, however she was also making a name for herself in New York as one of the few that really did their job and did it equally for an earthborn or outworlder. A fact that wasn’t winning her a lot of friends and making her face more known. She also had a reputation for not being bribable which had her on several hit lists. Fortunately for the moment Bakkhos was not one of those. Indifferent shrug came with a nod as she followed the woman to a private lounge. It wasn’t the first time she had been to one. Several visits had resulted in a personal conversation with Angelo Gaspari in the past.
  15. Raeden (Rae) Seiko

    Just Another Day at the Office....

    February 7, 2021 - 3pm @Darius Kayne She dropped to the floor for the third time, swearing in several languages under her breath as she watched one burly man in blue get knocked on his ass, thrown completely across the old Manhattan clothing warehouse. This was getting ridiculous. Pushing into a seated position she pulled out her phone, hazel carefully tracking the blunt force object jetting around their crime scene. The minute it was answered she didn’t wait for a hello. Detective Seiko… put me through to Atticus Gale. Eyes kept tracking, a sharp "LANCE" catching her partner's attention causing him to dodge just in time for it to go whizzing past his head. A grumbled thanks was her reward as she listened to the woman on the other end of the line. I understand he isn't there at the moment but I need to be patched through…… Scowl was instant as the high pitched answering dingdong on the other end kept talking. What do you mean you are not authorized?! This is Detective Seiko, we call in Gale when there are artifacts located at crime scenes that need to be secured. This is an arrangement we have had for nearly two years now! She was losing her patience with the woman. Something was going on at Pharos, or had happened to Gale personally. Either answer didn’t leave her thrilled but she still needed this damn thing under control. The woman was sharply cut off. Listen… I could care less about your protocols. Just send over an agent that can deal with a hostile artifact. We got a carved metal mallet with a head the size of a German shepherd flying around my crime scene like its Thor's hammer on steroids. I got a body that seems to have been killed by it and two cops down as it targets every living things in general. Breath paused as she suddenly dropped to her back and rolled quickly, the enormous head of the mallet striking where she had been sitting, shattering the concrete floor into dust and fragments of stone. The old Ferrara Manufacturing warehouse on 39th….. get someone over here now! The sharp tones never shouted and yet the woman on the other end barked a quick "yes M'aam" back at her. She had that effect on people. Phone snapped shut as she scrambled back to her feet as the two foot wide head of the hammer blasted through the side of a concrete pillar, sending shards in all directions like a wild spray of water. Fuck this was just getting better and better. Pharos on its way… just need to keep it from escaping now…. There were groans from the four men still on their feet. They all made a silent prayer that Pharos got their asses there quick.


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