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"Well, ghost would be more accurate..." he responded as seriously as he could manage. He knew that Alex was mocking him, but he refused to stoop to this guy's level. It was better to act oblivious, he figured, than to engage in petty arguments. Especially when those arguments involved opponents with little sense and even less knowledge. Remaining hostile could only hinder his research. Ignorant as he seemed though, this Alex character had managed to pose a half-decent theory. "Ghost" was a relatively large category, but from what little he knew, such an apparition would make a believable suspect. There was just one problem...

"Except, of course, 'ghosts' are generally intangible. Possession, maybe..." he began mumbling to himself as he stepped closer to the body. Blue-Suit had conveniently gone to join his friends in their work, evidently expecting that his conversation with Alex would distract him from his curiosity. Foolish man, that one. The cops filed inside, unable to move the body before the arrival of the coroner but eager to continue the investigation. Trevor couldn't help but smile at the opportunity, ignoring Alex now as he moved in closer.

That smile would not remain for long. What could only be the body of the deceased could barely be described as such. It was so twisted and mangled. The only identifiable part was the face... well, half of it at any rate. The other half had been scraped...no... clawed away. So deep were the wounds that nearly half of the skull was visible. It was a truly disgusting sight. Claw marks were evident across the entire abdomen, shredded cloth from what had once been a shirt was strewn about the scene, and what was left of his arms appeared charred and deformed. "Strange..." Circling around, Trevor found that the legs were mostly intact. That fact alone was very weird. What could mutilate the upper body to such an extent but leave the lower untouched?

Whatever it was, the wounds were definitely not self-inflicted. Trevor looked grimly upon the body. Part of him knew that he should be disgusted by the sight, but he wasn't normal. Perhaps to shield itself, his mind went immediately to his work. "Definitely not possession, that wouldn't explain the burns. A poltergeist perhaps? No..."
"You gotta let me through!" Trevor Darklin pleaded with the blue-suited officer. "Please!" For months, Trevor had been reading about these crimes. Researching, studying, analyzing every bit of information that he could find. The internet carried little real evidence, and the newspapers brought a little more. But while it was a helpful resource, the local paper didn't give much in the way of details. He couldn't blame the publisher of course. Local papers had their corruptions, but not nearly as bad as the real force behind the obvious cover-up. Most likely, the police were working in conjunction with the government, holding back and real, valuable information from the public. The government was very fond of doing that. Unlike the rest of the town, Trevor had been suspicious from the start. This was the fifth murder in the past couple of months. Each was reported to have some similarities, although the media was so vague on the matter that he could merely speculate. He needed to see the body for himself. Fortunately for him, though not for the police or the victim, this crime had taken place directly across the street from where he lived. He had been there the second he saw the flashing lights of the police cars pulling up. The scene was still fresh, and the officers hadn't gotten around to blocking it off. It seemed this was his chance. At least, it had seemed that way until Mr. Blue-Suit had shown up. This cop was the only thing standing in his way now. How could the police be so foolish? Everyone in town knew that he was an expert on paranormal research, and there was obviously something not normal about this string of crimes. Whether they chose to accept it or not, these officers needed his help. Moreover, the victims needed his help, and as the only one crazy enough to actually figure out what was going on, it was his duty to help them. "I can help!" He attempted to explain as more officers approached, intent on holding him back. "I can tell you what killed these people!" "Aliens?" One of the officers scoffed. "Yeah, I'll bet it was aliens. They came from the sky to steal all of our cows and murder a few suburban dwellers in the process." Trevor glared at the man who had spoken. Aliens? That was such a stereotype. Of course this wasn't aliens. The random blackouts that occasionally spread over the town, that was aliens. The new corrupted senator whose cheesy smile got him elected by the mind-controlled masses: Aliens. The random disappearances a few years back- definitely aliens. But this? Not a chance. This only further cemented his beliefs that law enforcement knew absolutely nothing. And what the heck was he saying about stealing cows?!? "No," another officer interjected in a sarcastic tone. "It must be a cover-up arranged by the government." "Well..." It was, sort of. At least part of it was, but that wasn't what he was interested in at the moment. Mr Blue-Suit stepped forward, pushing him back into the street. "Stay away, FreakShow," he growled. "We don't want you here, and we certainly don't need you!" The others went back to their work, but BlueSuit remained, glaring at Trevor as though daring him to approach again. The young specialist was about to take him up on that dare, when he heard a voice calling to him from the other side of the yard. "Find any aliens, Conspiracy Boy?" the voice mocked him. Again with the aliens!?! It was not aliens! What were these people, blind? Aliens wouldn't have left behind a mutilated body, they would have taken it back to their home planet for study! Seriously, that was basic stuff. Even idiots knew that. "It's not aliens!" He turned in the direction of the voice. Seeing who it was, his eyes darkened. "Although I couldn't possibly expect you to know that." Upon seeing the face of his mocker, he knew exactly who it was. Alex... Alex Something. Okay so maybe he didn't know exactly, but he certainly knew the type. He'd seen this man around before, usually hanging out in clubs and bars. He was one of those arrogant unbelievers who thought that they were better than everyone else, always searching for some sort of purpose. Yet they assumed that tough they had no drive, they were still somehow more mature and intelligent than him. He who knew exactly what he was doing with his life. "And my research has nothing to do with you. Besides, I live here, so I have an excuse. What are you doing here?"
Sure, we could do that.
Name: Trevor Darklin Age:23 Occupation: Paranormal Research Specialist (Conspiracy theorist) Appearance: Personality: Trevor is ... crazy. And he knows it. He believes himself to be, as he puts it "crazy, but right" He's incredibly talkative, especially when it comes to anything involving his research. Despite his love of talking, he is extremely bad at being social. In fact, he's downright awkward. He never knows the right things to say or do, so he just speaks his mind constantly, much to the chagrin of those around him.
Drake squirmed as he watched the games below from his perch on the top row of what he had read were called bleachers. Apparently, humans were supposed to be punished for watching these things. Why else would they consider planks of hard wood fastened together by steel bars a suitable seating arrangement for an event that took hours to complete? He scanned the people in shiny uniforms below him as the threw an orange ball back and forth, occasionally throwing it into a basket that hung above their heads. Unfortunately, the baskets each had holes in the bottom, so they were forced to continue thrown the ball into container that wouldn't catch it. How pointless...

The human realm was confusing. Thankfully, it seemed that the time he had to spend here would be minimal. His eyes came to rest on one of the females in the game, a girl about his age with fiery orange hair and a brazen demeanor that could only mean one thing. Yep, he thought. She's a Fireborn. The girl ran up to the basket, shoving the orange ball into the air with what appeared to be all of her strength. It sailed above the others, who tried in vain to keep it from falling into what he dubbed the Basket of Uselessness. The ball entered the poorly-woven container, which as he suspected did not hold it even for a second. Then a long shrill whistle blew out, and people around him began to stand, putting their hands together over and over in some sort of strange human signal of approval.

The applause did not last long. The man with the whistle began screaming, dropping the orange ball to his feet as it melted. They use rubber for those things! He blinked indignantly. And they let her play? Don't they know that rubber isn't fireproof!

He turned back to the court, scanning it for any sight of the girl he had come for, but she seemed to have disappeared...
Name: Drake Fireborn Race: Flame Elemental Age: 17 Appearance: Personality: Drake is rather loud, not an unusual trait for a fire elemental. Unlike most fireborn, however, he does not posses the quick temper of hotheaded demeanor common to their race. Instead of covering his insecurities with loud proclaimations, he tends to make jokes. He's not one to think things through, but that doesn't necessarily make him dimwitted. Kindhearted and excessively fearless, he is the type to leap into danger without a second thought, though this stems not so much from overconfidence as it does his upbringing. Fire people don't back down.
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"Well, we'll need a computer guy..." She pulled out a few of the files, flipping through them until she found one that looked promising. The picture on file depicted a young rich-kid type with spiky green hair, although from what she knew of this particular suspect, the hair was likely to have changed. "This is James. He's young, I know, but he's one of the most talented there is. Also, he likes money, so we may be able to get him to work with us. Of course there are a few others I'll have to track down as well..."
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