[@LordofthePies]

Renal closed his eyes and nodded "[color=6ecff6]I know its been Valvius[/color]." and let out a soft sigh, simply listening to his friend's general dislike for the outside world. Even with the world at peace, that didn't mean crime didn't happen nor did people stop harboring hate in their hearts. The threat of a serial killer targeting anyone and everyone was more than a reason for any person to stay indoors. He remained unfazed at Valvius's attempt at a small joke to change the subject slightly. The face Renal made next made it seem like he was about revel information he's been keeping secret "[color=6ecff6]I know she is there. She's got a family now. I've been stopping by to check on her a little after I started coming here. I hope you don't mind[/color]." he didn't seem quite finished yet "[color=6ecff6]What if I took you to see her? Surely you can trust the head of the guard to keep you safe[/color]?" he smiled and let out a low chuckle, hiding his sorrow. 

[@Mystery Bard]
Helene grinned at the precious look of surprise on Valmond's face, as if it had deeply amused her. Her dress provided additional evidence that she came from a wealthy family or had a small fortune under her control, the material as well as the design were on the higher end of fashion. By appearance alone, the vampire woman appeared to be in her mid-20s but it is a wel-known fact that vampires stop aging the day they are turned. Her eyes squinted, looking off to the side as he listed the various products he had for sale. After he had finished, she opened her eyes fully with a half-smile "[color=f7976a]I will take the glyptis leaves and the strongest snake venom you can offer. Mmm, I will be able to make a fine sedative[/color]..." She spoke calmly with absolute assurance, in alchemy a poison's paralyzign effects can either be magnified or lessened, depending on the amount used and the properties of the other ingredients. Her request was not as odd as one might think. Vampires are known to pay even more for a 'live' transfusion, and most often they adminster sedatives to avert the pain "[color=f7976a]The weather is nice today, don't you think[/color]?" She stated after she listed what she wanted, she didn't seem be using any kind of sarcasm.

[@rush99999]
Emile listend carefully to his friend's counsel, while the Volstryggr knew more than most about the sentinels...only handlers truly understood the relationship they have with their sentinel. It is common among handlers to refer to sentinels as their [i]partner[/i]. He did not seemed shock that it was near impossible this was both handler and sentinel, though it only seemed to increase his worry "[color=violet]You're right. Cyth was among the best handlers in the entire city[/color]." He made a tight fist and slammed it against a passing brick wall as they made their way closer to the crime scene, gritting his teeth hard "[color=violet]Whoever did this is gonna pay...[/color]" The wrathful tone of venegeance rose to the surface, a very dangerous quality in an Volstryggr. Bradamante interjected shortly after this "[color=f26522]We will arrive at the scene shortly. I suggest you prepare yourselves for what you may see[/color]." He advised, since Emile had yet to see the handiwork of the Blood Angel yet. 

Eventually the three of your found yourselves in a dark alley, tall town houses rising high above the cobbled floor. The first thing that came into view was the investigators, including Vey, then the motionless form of Abraham with his chest looking like it was peeled open, and finally...Cyth. His body pinned to the stone wall and the skin on his back spread like a pair of wings, the ground below saturated in his blood. Above him in large letters, the chilling phrase [color=ed1c24]Practice is over. Let the real game begin.[/color]. Emile, unable to handle the gore of the scene, promptly dashed for a nearby waste container and hurled inside it. His body trembled with both fear and anger. As he did this, Vey spotted the three of you and approached "[color=39b54a]Orthog. Bradamante....Emile.[/color]" She didn't waste time with pleasantries, the wolf-like ears pushing her black hood up a little "[color=39b54a]I'll cut to the chase. We have our first goddamn lead on this bastard[/color]." The viciousness in her tone was nearly overwhelming, her muscles tensing before relaxing once more "[color=39b54a]A magister from the Academy is on their way here. They should be able to follow the core's trail[/color]." she informed them, her dark amber eyes sliding over to Emile "[color=598527]If you can't handle your stomach, get out of my crime scene. Peace-keeper. [/color]." The last word coming with a faked tone of respect. Emile composed himself and stood defiant "[color=violet]I'm fine! I need to see with my own eyes, Vey! I'm going through[/color]." He insisted, Vey simply allowing him to pass as Emile walked closer. She grabbed Jacoby's arm briefly at he passed, she insisted on calling him by his orc named however "[color=39b54a]You watch him Orthog[/color]." Her stern voice suggested she wasn't talking about his safety.