I3DT - Murder

by **Samantha McManus** » Tue Apr 29, 2014 12:21 pm

The Headmistress has been indisposed of late, submerged in the tank of the University's Cerebra Womb not long after she received a certain phone call. Her mind is spread out over the British isles, searching for something, someone.

Many dream of ravens.

by **Narrator** » Tue Apr 29, 2014 3:59 pm

There's an endless sea of minds out there and out of the two needles she is looking for in this haystack one is doing her best to avoid her while it's in the other's nature to become as much as the hay near it as possible. And as the afternoon drags on and Sam's mind swims through the endless expanse of minds out there she'll grow to notice the ones calling out to her more and more. A bar fight here, a regional league soccer match there, a mourning widow, a disgruntled teen setting up a crude shrine that smells overwhelmingly of patchouli, a freezing homeless man...

When suddenly something flares up, shining like a bright beacon amidst everything else that fades into the background by comparison. It doesn't just demand Sam's attention, it grabs it with it's sheer strength. Strength that pours over Sam, there for the taking if she wishes to...

by **Samantha McManus** » Tue Apr 29, 2014 5:33 pm

Portions of the flock linger at each of the spots, almost in spite of Sam's determination. Perhaps it's just that she's growing tired, or perhaps it's that it feels easy to slip into that pattern.

So, quite naturally, that beacon catches the attention of her weary mind. She begins to focus in on it.

by **Narrator** » Tue Apr 29, 2014 5:41 pm

It's reminiscent of Nailah's libation, but only barely. If that was as energizing as a cup of coffee then this is like a syringe of adrenaline. And it's hers for the taking should she accept it. It's somehow lacking the intimacy and genuine dedication of Nailah's offering though...

by **Samantha McManus** » Tue Apr 29, 2014 5:45 pm

The flock circles around, trying to feel out just what this is coming from, though the temptation is strong...

by **Melpomene** » Tue Apr 29, 2014 5:55 pm

It's impossible to just discard it, especially when focusing her attention on it some of the swirling energy clings to Sam. Following it to it's source Sam is immersed in vague impressions. A dark room, wet and sticky, the smell of blood, somebody shouting Sam's name, a dagger glints before plunging into the warm darkness, a white visage in the shadows.

by **Samantha McManus** » Tue Apr 29, 2014 6:04 pm

The flock gathers around. Its true what they say. Sometimes you just have to know what to build.

Still, something nags at Samantha.

The words "Not again" echo from several different points in the flock, silent to most, but subconsciously felt even by normal mo ...humans.

However for those that know how to listen...

by **Narrator** » Tue Apr 29, 2014 6:15 pm

The strange, yet familiar figure fades away as the rest of the offering fades to the foreground. A man is kneeling in a pool of blood, being barely kept upright by being tied to a short post of some sort by... well it's best not to think too hard on what those slick 'ropes' are or why they originate from his gut. He is very dead.

by **Samantha McManus** » Tue Apr 29, 2014 6:21 pm

Though the flock is even now absorbing this image that very much calls to the Morrigan, more words flutter though it.

"Coming for you. Won't be denied this time."

Back in the tank, Samantha mentally activates Cerebra's locating functions to triangulate the murder scene's position for the authorities.

by **Melpomene** » Tue Apr 29, 2014 6:26 pm

It's somewhere in London, but with her intent complete Mel is doing her best to keep Sam from getting too precise a lock on the location.

by **Samantha McManus** » Tue Apr 29, 2014 10:39 pm

Samantha tries to refine the location a few times before a cry of frustration spreads through the flock. It remains circling around the site for awhile longer.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon May 05, 2014 12:08 am

After waiting for hours and hours for Sam to come out by herself Nailah faces the fact that she's not going to anytime soon without intervention. So she finds herself standing in front of the doors to the Cerebra chamber, banging on the steel door more to underline the thought she's sending into the aether.

"Sam!"

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon May 05, 2014 12:17 am

It takes a few moments for her mind to focus back near her physical body. She frowns in the tank.

"...what couldn't wait?"

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon May 05, 2014 12:24 am

"It's 7 pm. Have you been in there all day?"

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon May 05, 2014 12:26 am

"I haven't been keeping track."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon May 05, 2014 12:31 am

"I noticed. Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon May 05, 2014 12:36 am

"I received a notice from Muir."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon May 05, 2014 12:38 am

"She got out." she puts two and two together.

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon May 05, 2014 12:39 am

"She won't be enjoying her freedom for long."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon May 05, 2014 12:49 am

"And until then you'll confine yourself to solitary?"

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon May 05, 2014 12:52 am

"I'll find her. I've narrowed it down to London already."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon May 05, 2014 12:58 am

"When's the last time you had something to eat?"

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon May 05, 2014 12:59 am

"I haven't kept track. It's not important."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon May 05, 2014 1:07 am

"I'm not going to let you spend the night in there, Sam."

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon May 05, 2014 1:08 am

"She's killed already."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon May 05, 2014 1:10 am

"Lots of people die in London every day."

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon May 05, 2014 1:11 am

"Not like this they don't."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon May 05, 2014 1:11 am

"What are you talking about?"

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon May 05, 2014 1:13 am

"She gutted a man. Left him on display."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon May 05, 2014 1:16 am

"Left him on..." she talks to herself, trailing off as the pieces fall into place and a timeline lights up in her mind's eye. She bangs her fist on the door again. "Sam, you have to get out of there!"

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon May 05, 2014 1:19 am

"How can you say that when I'm this close?"

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon May 05, 2014 1:24 am

"She's offering you dead people!"

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon May 05, 2014 1:25 am

"I don't care what she thinks she's doing. I'm going to deal with this."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon May 05, 2014 1:32 am

"She's leading you into a trap!" she says as she punches her identification into the terminal to force the door to the chamber open.

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon May 05, 2014 1:38 am

The doors hiss open, Samantha still suspended in the tank.

"She thinks she's clever. She's mistaken. This won't save her."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon May 05, 2014 1:46 am

"Yes, I'm sure you'd be the one deity accepting human sacrifice to be perfectly nice and cuddly..." Nailah tells as she hurries over to the controls for the Cerebra tank, trying hard to keep her mental barriers up while she's running into the center of the machine's psychic amplification. Holding one arm up against the intangible storm she yanks on the emergency release lever.

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon May 05, 2014 1:52 am

"What do you think you're..."

She trails off as the amplification cuts out, the abruptness of losing her connection clearly causing her discomfort just before the tank starts to drain.

She coughs, collapsing on the still wet platform as the tank opens.

"...damn you," she mutters weakly.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon May 05, 2014 1:56 am

"Keeping you from chasing down a particularly dark rabbit hole." she frowns as she tries to help Sam sit up.

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon May 05, 2014 1:59 am

She grimaces, the fatigue from what she'd been doing finally bearing down on her.

"She's... she's got to pay."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Mon May 05, 2014 2:02 am

"And she will. But what, pray tell, were you planning on doing once you've exhausted yourself to get to her?"

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