!Q7t.srvWZ6 04/01/12(Sun)23:15 No.18543491|
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You tip your hat to the medics, who are rather slack-jawed at your sudden appearance, and say "Excuse us, wizard business." As you say this, Blackstone faces the other direction and draws his staff back up the rend, sealing it up like someone doing back up a zipper. He then turns to wrap his staff on the door of the apartment thrice, while you look at the medics getting a guy onto a stretcher. The skin around his neck, and some on his head and shoulders looks red, and angry, like a rash, or something. You don't know enough about medicine, or the exact nature of Red's powers, to determine exactly what it is.
The door opens and you find Detective Philips there, wearing he work outfit of a trenchcoat, body armor, and her badge dangling around her neck. She also has a sidearm holstered, and a one-handed sword on her back. She nods at Blackstone, "You got here quick." "A Wizard is never late. Nor is he early," begins Blackstone, but Philips cuts him off "He arrives when he means to, yeah, yeah, heard it before. You two get in here, and don't touch anything. This is still a crime scene." You walk into the main room of Anna's small 1 bedroom apartment. It looks very... plain. Kind of like your own dorm room, with similar quality of furniture, though she has some more space, and you think her appliances are better. Also, she has many, many bookshelves, and many, many books.