The moment Leonardo spoke to her, calling her 'kiddo' and drawing attention to her stature, Arinne narrowed her eyes. She didn't respond to him, however. No, her mind was deep in thought over the best way to pay him back for that little remark. There were a number of ways she could do it, but each one of them was something that would delay the trip to the crime scenes too much for her liking. Besides, the more time she planned, the more time Arinne could ensure her vengeance was appropriate. As long as it didn't cause permanent injury, virtually any possibility was open to her mind.
"... If a certain someone is done being rude, we may depart," she said, rising from her seat with a nod towards Paul. Those seating arrangements did not dismay her in the slightest.
With that, she lead the way out of the room. Transport had already been prepared, the Ar-Rynesarte influence was still enough to swiftly garner such service, after all.
But there was another delay.
It was an older man, one whose hair had begun to grey, but still held some signs of youth, clad in dark clothing.
"Ah, Lady Ar-Rynesarte. What are you doing this fine day?" he asked, with a smile.
"I'm not interested in becoming wrapped in conversation with you, Lord Vallius," Arinne responded, shortly, narrowing her eyes. The long-winded lecturer had seemed to take an interest in attempting to hold conversations with her as of late. She supposed there was nothing wrong with that, especially given the man had not-so-long ago lost his daughter, but she had no interest in serving as a surrogate, especially when she had business to attend to. "I have important business I must attend to, as you may be able to discern."
"... Is it about that murderer?" he asked, with a frown, "You really shouldn't worry yourself over such things. The Citadel Six will certainly handle it."
"If I had the faith in the Unlucky Six to do their job flawlessly, I would not have activated my remaining contracts. Good day, Lord Vallius," she said, narrowing her eyes slightly as she did. The man let out a sigh as she departed, leading her servants to the vehicles they would be taking.
Once everyone had been sorted into the appropriate cars, they were off.
The moment Arinne's group, and by extension the others, arrived at their respective crime scenes, the first obstacle was immediately apparent.
They weren't abandoned.
"Hey, hey, you can't come in here!" warned a police officer, a young woman, accompanied by a man. Arinne sighed. She had expected this, but it didn't make the process any less annoying. She could just barely see into the alleyway beyond. There was no way they could conduct an investigation like this.
Mana flowed through Arinne's limbs. She was, perhaps, well-equipped to deal with such a scenario.
"Don't worry, officers, we won't be taking any of your time
," she stated, smirking as she glanced up at the both of them.
"O waters, still and freeze, flow no more."
The magical energy in her body flowed down to her fingertips, as she calmly raised her right hand and waved it.
"Let stillness take you."
Suddenly, the officers were... not frozen, no. But they may as well have been. Their movements(and even their perception of reality) had suddenly slowed to a crawl, to the point where it almost seemed as if they were frozen solid. It was a simple spell, a sort of stasis. Completely useless against anyone with any magical capabilities, but against people like these police officers...
They would have all the time in the world to perform their investigation.
"Come along, then," Arinne said, simply, glancing back towards the others, "Let's see what this blood-soaked killer left behind!"
There was perhaps a hint of too much excitement in her voice.
The crime scene was of course no longer home to the body, but the chalk outline remained. Not only that, but the rather expansive spray of dried blood lingered, as well. Notably, the largest marks were near the victim's head and roughly a meter in front of them.
At this moment, the other groups were being encountered with similar roadblocks, police officers blocking their way. Each crime scene was in a back-alley, just outside of the normal routes most people took, and would hold a similar sight... at least at first glance. But nothing could be done without circumventing local law enforcement, now, could it?
But if they couldn't deal with that
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