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bindsthedead) wrote2015-02-11 01:44 am
bindsthedead) wrote2015-02-11 01:44 amIC CONTACT POST
How do I- Oh! This is Sabriel- please leave a message at the-
bindsthedead) wrote2015-02-11 01:44 am
Shift to action?
With any luck, he left something that will let us track him down.
Sure!
Action!
[And fifty-five minutes later, Sabriel's knocking on the door. She's wearing armor and surcoat, along with her bells and sword.]
Edgeworth?
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Finally he hears a knock. He takes a moment to check the peephole - his various run-ins with Dorian Gray has hammered that lesson into his head - and, after raising a brow at Sabriel's attire, he opens the door.]
Ah, Sabriel. Please, come in.
[He opens it wide for her, and gestures down the hall. The house is plain, barely furnished save for what the government has provided them, but interior design is the least of everyone's worries right now.]
My housemate is staying with someone else at the moment, so I'll show you to her room.
[Which he will, as soon as he locks the door behind her. Can't be too careful, especially not after what just happened]
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Show me, please. And- if you don't object, I can ward the house afterwards. To keep him or anyone else from using magic to get in.
[But that's for later, once she's sure Pan hasn't set some trap or spell in the girl's room.]
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[And show her to the room he shall. And Maya's room is... rather neat, actually. Clean and organized, more than what someone might expect from Maya Fey. Clothes hung up in the closet and behind the door, not strewn across the floor. The bed is made, though Maya has chosen to roll her blankets up at the foot of the bed, exposing blue sheets.
As for decor, there's a mirror surrounded on all sides by posters, both of fictional heroes and imPorts, including an image of an armored soldier that's undergone creative edits to resemble Agent Tex's armor. Drawings of her friends line the wall as well, while small, credit card sized photographs dangle from a clothesline that stretches from the closet to the desk. Action figures do battle across her workspace, while cute little charms dangle from the lampshade. It's lively, but everything has a place, with no real mess to speak of.
Well, no mess except for the tattered remains of the rose that Maya stepped on. Its petals remain on the floor, next to a toppled vase and Pan's little note.]
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She kneels down, fingers hovering over, but not touching, the rose and note. Again, nothing- then she touches them gingerly, as one might a snake- and then shakes her head. Just a flower and a piece of paper.
She checks the window next, opening and closing it, nodding to herself before heading to the center of the room- and casting a spell- one of opening and revealing- but all it does is cause every drawer and door to fly open- and for Sabriel to go around shutting them, looking for anything our of place, or carrying Pan's unpleasant magic.]
Aside from the rose and the note, I don't think he left anything behind- and unless you want to keep them as evidence, you should them out of the house and burn them- just as a precaution, since they seem to be completely mundane.
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They've been handled too much to be of any use as evidence - and besides, I've already collected as many photographs as I could. Anyway, I'll pass word along to Maya. She may wish to do the honors herself.