[hider=Reign of Terror]
[@Guess Who],[@Fourze],[@Suku]
It would be roughly half an hour before Seamus got the threesome clearance to investigate the crime scene...and though it was a grusome sight, there was an idea in Seamus' mind that these masters must have already seen a share of bloodshed. Whether it be via their mental link to their cards, or from their encounters with other masters. At his orders, the detectives would clear out, clearly displeased. Although strangely, the one who had obtained the class card as evidence handed it over to Seamus, contained in a plastic bag. [color=00aeef][b]"We appreciate your cooperation."[/b][/color] he said to the detective as he walked by, seeming to have slipped something into his pocket. [color=00aeef][b]"I doubt you all have backgrounds in investigation, but magical matters such as this are best handled by those with the highest degree of power. However, I want to make something very clear here: I am having it on good faith that you won't meddle with the scene too much."[/b][/color]

It seemed that Seamus was letting them have their run of the show for now, but unsatisfactory behavior might get them removed from the premises...legally. The dreaded powers of someone who seemed to have more money than time. 

The scene itself was rather violent, what with the bloodstain and the destroyed motorcycle still needing to be cleaned up. Thankfully, it at least seemed to not be on fire, merely crumpled up like a tin can with rubber included. There was a puncture mark made at a 1 inch depth in the wall the officer's body had slumped up against. The concrete also seemed to have cracked a few paces away from where he had been...it seemed that whoever it was had strength enough to crack it either by impact or just by standing. A line gouged into the concrete about 30 feet back leading to that same spot also gave the impression that they had approached from there after destroying his bike. That didn't narrow the servant's class down very much, but one could probably presume that it could be a powerful Caster, Saber, or Berserker given how far away its presence was felt. In addition, the mana in the air felt...light. Something extremely strange, given that no class typically just sucked mana out of the air to such a degree. In fact, heading South there was a noticeable line of air drained of mana that tapered off quickly. It seemed they fled in that direction, and uninstalled quickly. While not the largest trail to follow, it was at least one that existed. However, South was a very...unhelpfully broad category to search. It seemed whatever class card they possessed, it could drain mana from the air itself. Standing nearby, a few people had already returned to the crime scene, mostly civilians hoping to get a peek at the scene of the crime. Perhaps one saw something.
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[hider=The Exiled Heir(s)?]
[@Etranger]
The arrow would take mere seconds to launch, and with Guru Singh's skills, there was no doubt that the target would be hit. However, even if it was merely a ten second window during which Sajan summoned out the Guru's bow, that was enough time for it to be felt. Raising his head sharply, the man barely had time to start trying to run before instinct had him slam something into his heart, before the arrow would find itself embedded in his right shoulder, which was now covered in thick black plate as was his entire body. It seemed he had finally Installed, though now this just meant that Sajan could be very certain of his position at all times. Unknowingly having cornered himself even further, the man ducked into a nearby alleyway to try and pull the arrow out despite lacking any medical knowledge. He would likely be a sitting duck...however, something seemed to have happened on a far lower floor of the building Sajan was on. A smoke alarm's chirp...and then another. And then another. And another. Suddenly dozens of people were fleeing the apartment complex as the obvious started to happen...whatever had occurred, whether it having been his doing, had sparked a fire in the building that was rising up. 

Suddenly, an arrow whizzed by Sajan's ear and landed in the ground, causing the roof to start catching fire. It seemed that rather than trying to face her directly, he was trying to burn her alive and then make his escape. The arrow present could lead Sajan to also assume that whatever his class card's true name was, that he was of the Archer class as well. However, fire seemed a more pressing matter, as arrows continued to pelt the complex, fire burning and even spreading over brick. It seemed material was of no consequence to these flames. Smoke was rising, and time was running out, for both Sajan and those who may have still been inside the building. Continuing to make his escape, the black armored man continued to stay within alleyways, figuring there was no way someone could hit him at such an angle. 

[color=FF3333][b]"Agent Kaur you need to leave now, your position is compromised. We have eyes on the target, and an evactation of the building in progress. Just focus on escaping and stopping him. Hope your class card lets you make a good landing."[/b][/color] Miller suddenly said, Sajan's phone having blared to life. Magic involving technology was rare, but in cases like this very handy for hands-free talking and sniping. 
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[hider=The Delusions of a Desperate Damsel]
[@Pie Flavor],[@Enkryption]

Flour clouded Mitsugi's vision before she felt a huge iron weight slam into her, making her feel as if several of her ribs had just cracked or been broken entirely. Shuddering in pain, she looked up at Ophelia, eyes burning a bright gold, her pupils like thin slits set into fine topaz. As if she didn't even think, the girl shoved the class card into her chest and let out a high pitched scream as she was pushed out into the hallway before she seemed to burst entirely into flame. Clearing quickly, the fire dissipated to reveal Mitsugi dressed in a traditional looking teal, green, and white kimono, with golden patterns depicting fire running across each sleeve's exit and entry point. Looking at Ophelia with a cold look, she seemed almost possessed...perhaps the power of a class card had corrupted her mind, or taken it over entirely. Either way, the serpent of a woman standing before Ophelia seemed far from human, and from the aura she was exuding, definitely of the Berserker class.

[color=66CDAA][b]"You won't stop my love...nobody can. Anchin-sama is mine and mine alone...and any woman that gets in my way is less than combustible garbage."[/b][/color] she said, not missing a beat and slithering to her feet, a wave of the paper fan in her hand caused the air to combust around her, launching several balls of fire whizzing down the hall at Ophelia's shield, and setting off the fire alarm and sprinklers. [color=66CDAA][b]"How impolite to douse the bride on her wedding day...I'll have to tan you for a new dress. Ah~, but I forgot to make Anchin-sama lunch! You wretched, horrible woman, I wouldn't have to kill you if you just let me bake."[/b][/color] Mitsugi hissed, seeming even more serpent like...in fact, the sounds of snakes only started growing louder and louder, as if simply being around her was enough to drive one to madness.
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