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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2018 5:07 pm
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With everyone in the car, the officer nodded about where to drop off Syn as he started the engine as they were off. Morgan was a bit cautious considering he doesn't want another incident where a body fell on the car even though that won't happen anytime soon. On the topic of that, he took his cell out sending a message to his little brother and greeting him with a good morning. The police scanner had a bunch of chatter between other officers on duty as they were just talking about random things and even making jokes as well as the interesting folks they see on the side walk. {"Oh gods that's the buffest looking reptile I've ever seen."} an officer from another squad car said in awe with a New Yorker accent, the other officers could only guess what the individual looks like considering most of them are just covered in scales. Morgan picked up the radio, "I think you're looking a sewer gator." before releasing the mic button as a few other officers hissed on the radio in which caused a few others to laugh over the radio and replying to his comment. Seems Morgan was poking fun at a few officers who are reptilian and that sewer gators don't exist. {"Who the hell are you and what have you done to Detective Grimm."} another officer said jokingly over the radio since they could tell Morgan seem to be in high spirit for some reason. Other officers joined in on the chatter, Morgan just gives Syn a slight glance with a smile as he shrugged a bit at the number of voices on the radio, including the dispatcher.
The officer looked at the back mirror, "So well uh, miss, what are you, receptionist or nurse? We don't see a lot of dryads in Elven country. What brought you here?" the rookie asked, seeming his first time even meeting a dryad.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 7:46 am
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Syn made his way towards the elevator that would take him up to the top floor of the hospital, waiting patiently for it to arrive while ignoring the whispering. After entering the elevator, he leaned back against the railings as the doors closed and it started to move up. He took this time to think about the case, especially the weapon but after a few seconds the damn thought still alluded him. With a sigh, he rubbed his forehead, groaning to himself as the doors of the elevator opened to reveal the top floor of the hospital, The Healing Ward to be exact. With a mental slap he shook himself of his morse thoughts and walked into the floor and headed to the front desk that stood in the middle of the floor. He greeted his co-workers cheerfully as he took his place behind the desk, setting his bag down beside his chair as he took a seat, getting comfortable before getting to work. It hadn't even been 5 minutes when he was called in to help with a heart surgery and he blinked at the statement. He shook hisnhead before saving his files and then heading to the operating room, making sure that he wore the scrubs and gloves when he went in there. This was going to be a long day indeed.
He vaguely wondered what Morgan was up to at that moment as he used his magic to keep the patient under as he underwent surgery. His magic seemed to help them for some reason so it was fine as he likes helping people.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 12:08 pm
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Syn sighed as he removed his scrubs, gloves and mask as the surgery was over. It had been a success but man was tired just a bit. He waved away the doctor's thanks as he washed up before heading back to the front desk to get sime coffee to pluck up his nerves after those several hours. Tea would have been better but he would make due with what he had. He took a seat with a small sigh before reaching into his bag to pull out the thermos which was still thankfully warm. He found a mug and poured himself a generous amount as he got bsck to work on the computer, typing in appointments and cancellations, answering calls and generally trying not to tell his boss he was a jerk and to stop trying to get him to date him. It was not happening. After sometime, he paused in what he was doing when a sudden thought slammed into him. The weapon! It had been a dagger! He knew those types of marking because the elf priests would use them during a harvest sacrifice!
Thought surgery, as well as seeing the doctor use the scalpel must have jogged something in his memory. But before he told Morgan, he made sure that his facts were straight as he didn't want to get up the detective's hopes and then dash them with the wrong information. Once he made sure that the weapon was what he thought it was, he cursed silently to himself. A ceremonial dagger. It was used during special occasions, especially if had naything to do with sacrifice. He quickly tested Morgan. 'Hey, Morgan. This is Syn. I just figured out what the weapon is! Call me or text me back when you get the chance.' he typed before sending it. He then took a deep breath before getting back to work and waiting on Morgan to respond. He would also work on the pattern of kills later.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:51 pm
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Morgan was busy sorting through some papers and reading reports that were given to him for review, the station chief would've been the one who'd look, but since it's his day off today, the papers were passed on to Morgan instead. Rubbing the back of his neck as he just finished a few dozen papers, he received a text from Syn as he reads it. {'Best keep it in text for now, only the two of us should know about this, otherwise the killer may act now once he finds out we're onto em.'} he replied as he pulls out the case file so he can compare what Syn figured out. Other officers were still doing their daily routine as another pile of papers came over, 'ugh' is what he'd mostly likely say, though he didn't complained much. Looking at the photos, he wonders if Syn knows what sort of weapon was used because most cuts aren't like the ones the victims had.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 3:53 pm
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Syn was working on a report when he felt his phone buzz against him in his pocket. He blinked before pulling It out and seeing what was going on. It was Morgan. He had responded. "Hey, Syn. Is that a message from your little boyfriend?" came a obnoxious female voice from nearby. He looked up from his phone to see a blue-eyed, blonde elf woman glaring at him from the elevators as she walked over to the front desk. Ah. His self-proclaimed rival,Fiona Amore, the daughter of the owner of the hospital and an all around diva and resident pain in the rear. Fiona was one of those women who always got what she wanted except for his job. She had no experience in healing or working a computer but expected his boss to give her the job because she wanted it. She even tried to seduce his boss, Dr. Yukimura, the resident heart-throb and Fiona's victim. "I have no boyfriend, Amore. And if I did, it wouldn't be any of your business now would it?" Was his response before dismissing her and going back to his phone to text Morgan back. Okay. By te way, the weapon he is or was using is a ceremonial dagger. One that's used for sacrifices. Did any of the victims have some blood taken from bodies?' he replied before looking up only to see Fiona still there. "Go away, Fiona." was his final say before she stormed off to fimd Dr. Yukimura. He really felt sorry for the man. But if it got the doctor to leave him alone. Then get. Power to Fiona.
With that final thought, he kept working until it was time for lunch, making sure once agin to save his work before getting up and heading off to the cafeteria to get something to eat.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2018 1:08 pm
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Getting a response from Syn, Morgan read what was on the message, raising an eyebrow, he cupped his chin looking at a few contents that he took out of a box. He was the only one inside the evidence room rummaging through the failed mugging case as he finds A dagger though it seemed more of a fake replica than an actual one, luckily he had a pair of gloves on to retrieve it out of the plastic bag. Morgan thought about the elven history in regards to old traditions and lore, remembering certain details, piecing stuff together before putting the fake dagger back into the bag and storing everything back into the evidence box placing it back where he found it. Taking his cell out, Morgan text Syn back, {'I doubt eleven bodies would be enough to summon whatever he's calling to or he might continue on after he's come back from hiding. I'm not sure if he intends to use the collection on himself though, I could be wrong.'} before sending the message he thought on it for a bit before adding a few more things, {'We'll need to look further more, this alone is enough to get us started before he could strike again after his break.'} sending the massage to Syn, with his things in order, Morgan heads on up to finish up on the last stack of papers. Ooc:
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