[center][h2]Sharp[/h2][/center] [center]Grin[/center] [center]Day 1, Morning[/center] [center]Marielle, Raven[/center] [i]Darkness is silent, patient, like a sly handsome man..[/i] Marielle could use an attractive distraction right now. Something alluring, fascinating, breathtaking. Instead she had to stare at an old wooden door, crystal eyes drooping. The girl used the nearby wall in the wide corridor as a temporary bed, attempting to get a few minutes of rest to pass the time. Perhaps then she would dream of something interesting. The image of a man, a familiar man with chestnut hair and a smile like warm lanterns at night time seeps into her mind like dripping paint. Her mouth twitched in the faintest of smiles before the sight rips into something not so warm. A woman with blonde hair and a pirate cap, and though her one eye was red, it was cold as newly melted ice. Marielle didn’t even try to fix her posture, just slightly opening her eyes at the woman to show her mild annoyance at the disruption. “About damn time.” Marielle smoldered. Raven said nothing, she just glanced at the girl, then walked further from the massive twenty-foot door from her quarters. She didn’t have to say anything to have Marielle understand to follow her, just a small gesture of her hand. Marielle half followed, half stalked. Lady Marrowblade was her prey for a good time, for any kind of task she got was through her, and as much as the strange girl would hate to admit it, she was out of options. Raven noted Marielle’s dismay, and she frowned slightly. “What troubles you, child?” The pirate queen’s smoothly cut voice had a string of concern laced into it. Marielle didn’t have to think twice before she spat out her answer. “Everything is just so fucking boring! I want a [i]real[/i] mission, not knock off bullshit chores. Can’t you give me something else to do other than wiping your ass all the time?!” Raven sighed, then turned to face Marielle as the duo reached the afterdeck on blackwing. No sooner than Raven’s look of discontent had crossed her features it was replaced with one of patient amusement. “I need you to grab me the files for the most recent autopsy reports and death investigations in the last few months. It should be a building in the ToS that’s being guarded by a fae named Zachary Crow.” Marielle was in the process of groaning as Raven held up her hand slightly. “Then, when you’re done, I have a mission for you.” Her eye glowed like a cold flame. Marielle’s blue stare flecked with curiosity. “Huh?” Finally, under the shadow of the sail, Lady Marrowblade grinned like a Dark God. “Tell me, what’s your opinion on pissing off Law Enforcement?” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [center][h2]Stomp[/h2][/center] [center]Grin, themerlinhawk[/center] [center]Day 1, morning[/center] [center]Marielle, Zachary Crowe[/center] “Holy fuck, it smells like shit in here.” The sound of a rather surprised woman blasts into the room, the crack of a door slamming soon following. Any living being would be able to recognize that voice anywhere. In fact, if you didn’t recognize the voice you will soon learn to. Zachary sat perched on a stool observing a flayed corpse he’d had the med bots open up for an autopsy. “..subject has internal trauma to the liver-” He cut off and turned to look over his shoulder at the noise from the entry way. “If you die because you walked out of here with some sort of virus stuck to your boots because you didn’t put on protective gear i’m going to stick your soul in a jar.” “Is that a threat or did your balls just get cramped up?” Marielle scowled and leaned over to the side, carefully staring at Crow’s current project. “I’d bet it was the latter. Since I interrupted you playing with your...fetish.” “Hey why don’t you go play in the crematorium, I’ll even turn it on for you.” Crow leaned over and sniffed her. “And I’m not sure why you’re talking about smells.” Crow gave her a smug look. “It’s not a fetish it’s a fascination. Perhaps you’d like to get you choice of words correct.” He continued to survey the corpse. As if it were normal conversation Marielle stood beside him to observe what he seemed to be looking at. “How did this dumbass die?” She was tempted to poke it with some kind of stick but held back the urge. “Oh, and before you get any ideas dipshit I came here to get some information for the old bitch. She wants some records on the dead or some stupid thing like that.” Her eyes didn’t wander from the corpse. “Cardiac arrest due to Internal trauma to the major glandular organs due to an unknown cause.” Zachary swiveled towards her. “Shard wanted the autopsy done as soon as possible. What did Lady Marrowblade want? I have case files or did she want the autopsy report for this particular case?” Marielle’s fingers found her chin, rubbing the pale skin as she recalled her current task. “Just case files I think. I don’t get the old hag sometimes, but hey, she gave me some cool new shit so might as well do somethin’ about it.” Her eyes finally met Zachary’s, and as she stared an observant pout found her lips. “What the fuck is wrong with your face? It looks like a raisin.” Zachary did something truly strange. Reaching up he grabbed his face and peeled the skin off of it to reveal an alien beautiful face of a man in his late twenties. The features were so stunningly beautiful that it hurt to look straight on at Zachary. “My real face is a bit harder to use since it tends to make people go slightly crazy. Something to do with being Fae.” Zachary rubbed his face and it returned to normal. With that he swiveled his chair around. “Oh hey check this out.” Zachary waved his hand and a keyboard of energy appeared in the air. “Archive, pull the case files for the last two years. Highlight unusual cases and order by case number, unusual cases leading followed by the other case files.” He turned and grinned. “Watch this.” A being made of coding rose from the floor “Files pulled. Write to a medium?” Zachary turned “What shall I have Archive write the files to?” Marielle’s eyes widened in admiration. “Here, use this for the files,” The girl held out her hand and a purple energy oozed around it. If Zachary stared long enough he could see that the same energy also glowed from the inside of her outlandish magician’s cap, hanging behind her head from a small glowing string around her neck. Before time could follow the will evaporated into a gas, and when it subsided a small rectangular piece of glass took up the space in Marielle’s palm. Before the Fae could react Marielle jammed the device into his grip, then crossed her arms impatiently. “Don’t keep me waiting..Raisin face.” She grinned at his new nickname, showing her perfect white teeth. They almost seemed fake when she revealed them behind the seal that was her pink lips. “Doesn’t matter what you have underneath, the outside still looks like shit to me.” The thought of the perfectly shaped face crossed her mind again absently before she brushed it off. Zachary turned back around in the chair “That’s Croweater to you, brainless”. Zachary held his hand out to the Archive “Write to medium”. The Archive touched the piece of glass and blue, red and green lines etched themselves through the glass before the Archive removed its hand. “Write complete, do you have any other tasks?” Zachary smiled, he loved this thing it had made his life so much easier since he’d discovered it. “Tasks complete” The Archive dissolved into the floor; Zachary spun back around and tucked the piece of glass under the strap of Marielle’s suspenders calmly as her arms were crossed. “Will that be all? Or did you have something else you needed. I’d happily let you play in the crematorium.” Turning back to the cadaver on the table he added “Or have vulture chase you out of here.” Marielle slowly grinned with ominous madness, re-securing the hold on her gloves. “Play with fire and you’ll surely get burned. If I play with fire, the result is the same.” She took the glass harddrive out of the strap and put it in-between those disturbingly white teeth. The girl leaned in closely to Zachary, the two completely different faces mere inches away from each other. Her sick humor wanted to gauge some sort of reaction for her own pleasure. “Your sorry ass will be handed to you.” With that she chuckled hoarsely and spit the glass out of her mouth off to the side, the result having it evaporate back into purple smoke for her hat to snack on. Marielle leaned back slightly but kept her smug posture, leaning on a nearby wall. “Got any other bright ideas on how to get your precious place burned to the ground?” Zachary leaned in closer so that Marielle could smell his breath. It smelled of burning cedar and strange incense. “Please, there are those that fear death and those that are death.” His face split into a grin “I have fire that will burn even you darling so best not to prod the croweater. You might get burned”. Zachary twisted his head and looked at her face slowly. “Anything else you needed?” His eyes snapped back to hers. Marielle wasn’t phased. She just stood and contemplated his question for a moment. “Nah, I don’t see anything that I need.” She stated, looking him straight in the face. With that she turned on her heel and prepared to walk out the door, her heels making gentle claps on the ground. “There are also those who don’t give a shit.” And Marielle Spade left the building, task completed.