It could have been such a nice end of the work day. Or well.. end of 'work night' would suit the situation better: Working as a doorkeeper for a rather prominent club more often than not implied that one could already see the reddish glow of the next day's sun creep up on the horizon by the end of the shift. Anyway. Neither had any of Othen's 'customers' tried to beat him up this night nor had anyone spat out his or her stomach's primarily alcoholic contents close to his shoes. By his standards that was enough to consider things to have been a very calm and relaxing night.

The scenery unfolding in front of his eyes was anything but relaxing though. Even well before going around the last corner one could see the flashing blue lights bouncing off the glass walls of the adjacent skyscrapers. Supernatural or not there were only very few authorities in this city who were allowed to pull off such a show -- and for none of them one could say that its presence was a good sign.

The scene around the pond had been cordoned off already and quite lavishly so. Having pushed his own enormity as close to the center of it as possible without violating any rules, Othen could see very well what was going on. Divers had been sent into the pond. One was gently pushing the body towards the end of the water where others were already standing and expecting it. The other apparently searched underwater for anything that might have fallen off the unforunate... [i]Hieronymus Mauser[/i] ?

Well that was beyond unfortunate. Othen could see the yellow press crying out scandal in letters as big as they could fit them onto their humble papers, but that would probably still be no match to what would go on in the supernatural community. That man hadn't taken a bath in the open world at midnight and then suddenly found out that his old heart couldn't handle the stresses of cold water, had he ? So what might have happened to him ?

Othen tried to inspect the body from where he was standing, hoping that if the usual shot wound was to blame he'd be able to see the blood stains. There were none though. The body seemed rather pristine. Then a rather disgruntled police officer approached the gargoyle, telling him to move away as he had already and quite literally bend the rules. In his need for information Othen had to agree that he had indeed tested the ductility of the crime scene tape without noticing.

He most likely wouldn't be able to find out any more here. But where else ? If this was a crime the press couldn't reliably trusted in. Not in this particular city where special kinds of people were pulling the strings more often than not. Too bad that he himself had managed to sever the good connections to his own community. At least for a while...