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Chicago...Home of a population of over three million people.
Despite what is known Chicago is not the only corrupt City;
It is not the Second City;
It is not even a distinctly solely American City.
It was all those things once and maybe will be again.
Chicago is Chicago.
It has always had a strange affinity of death about it. It has always had its own elegance. A certain way that a hog butchered here was a 'Chicago' butchered hog. Its broad shouldered way of doing things was as distinctive as a Marshall Fields Gabardine over coat.
But this last year death has come to roost in its winter home. The death toll skyrocketed as the value of both life and the dollar plummetted. Monsters roamed both the light of day and the darkest nights. Chicago's Underworld the vast nebulous entity that was as eponymous as an american made car in detroit took several major hits. The canvas had been torn. The Capo de Capo's of the family that held reign with an iron fist... sent to the next world in a blaze of glory.
The beleagured and beset officers of Chicago's RPIT being threatened with Federal Intervention. Their numbers dwindled to a emaciated levels.
The Lycanthropes scrabbling for cohesion while maintaining their anonymity. Losing their way beneath the weight of disappearances, debacles, and deaths.
The Fae seeking a voice lost to their own machinations.
All the while the Undead sit behind their ivory castles watching as the city broils like the runoff of a charnel house. Their is a plan afoot but will anyone survive the coming storms of winter.
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T'Lynxtri Court of the Fome Morte Lacrimosa Knight Captain[M:0] member is offline
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A moment alone « Thread Started on Oct 17, 2009, 4:36pm »
T’lynx’tri, still only faintly visible, hovered just an inch of so off the ground where the body was found. He knew that his frame was larger than the human that was murdered here, however as he stared up into the paintings and the imagined shadowed form of the woman assailant. T’lynx’tri’s waited until the museum was closed before he came and allowed his mind the freedom to wander.
Why am I here, what purpose would I serve to be here. He could nearly hear the voice of the paintings whisper the answer, however due to his hands of power being more martial in nature, the voices were just outside his range. T’lynx’tri knew he was a warrior-borne and the spirits looked to him with mixed emotions. While he did his best to send so many on their way to their current surroundings, he really did mean well with whatever he did.
“What purpose would I serve being here.” His thoughts returned to the matter at hand. The only purpose of this body would be to draw attention to itself. Why not hide the body, he thought. The traces of dragon magical essence proved true. While they diluted by sitting so long here that the smell was nearly indistinguishable from the human and the vampires that walked these halls, but there it was.
This murdering beast wanted it to be found otherwise he would have at least taken some time to hide it. the body at the police station and the one in the subs all seemed to fit a serial killer’s profile. All seemingly more outlandish, more attention to be focused on the murders and vicariously it, the dragon must want to have as many people to see what it can do. It murdered Arcadians, and lycanthropes alike so it wanted to try to include all the preternatural communities as well. It would stand to reason that it would go after something larger to draw more attention to itself, or it may murder someone in a more visible place to get attention.
Now the question becomes which path would the beast take. T’lynx’tri would take the path of least résistance, I.E, a human in a more visible place, Because for a dragon it could shrug off bullets from the police like knats hovering a lake. To involve the preternatural would be dangerous at best foolish at worst. Why would I kill those that are reported to be hard, neigh impossible to kill. He thought to himself, because I am that damn good. No that did not quite fit, because I am that good and no one can or has tries to stop me. yes that fits better. That does fit the dragon general mental makeup. So it is attention starved and childish in a twisted way. young and angry. So we have a rather young and angry dragon. Well that is a start. Once he returned he would inform his brother