pembrokeshire ♔ the day has come where i have died

[immuno]

WHO || Lydia Martin, Alaric Saltzman, Helen Magnus, Rose Hathaway, Sydney Bristow
WHAT || A couple of knights take a short trip west to investigate reports of Shadowkind deaths.
WHERE || Police Station, Pembrokeshire, Wales
WHEN || May 20th
HOW || Actionspam

The briefing was simple and direct: a string of disappearing Shadowkind centered around a small farming town in Wales. The Karthur Institute wasn't called in until the local authorities got reports of incessant, blood-curdling screams coming from a barn just past the edge of town. They found a girl curled in the corner there, screaming her lungs out, shaking, and looking like she'd been running around the forest alone for days.

They also found the five bodies of their missing townspeople in the barn.

They tell the knights (and thus, Wynn tells them) that the girl is in police custody, but they don't tell them that she's pinned in a cell. They've fed her and given her a coat by now, but the deputy is quick to alert Helen, Rose, Sydney, and Alaric as they arrive of the bad news.

"She hasn't shut up since we put her in there." He glances back over his shoulder, toward the lock-up. "Not screamin', just wanting to know who they were." He looks back at the knights, grim. "Don't think she's got any idea how she got out there. I don't have it in me to tell her I don't either; wherever she's rom, it inn't Pembrokeshire."

Comments

[littledhampir]

[Rose straightens at Lydia's approach, like it's her job to be the strong, calm, in control one, puffing herself up as if to show her she had nothing to worry about cause she totally had this.

Except that she nearly doesn't. Not when Lydia mentions pictures because Rose's finger tenses on the trigger of the gun she now aims at Granny Voorhees, somehow managing to stop herself before firing off a round (WS 15).]

Pictures? [Sneering.] You talk about God and you took pictures?! [Any guilt she might have felt for killing Grandpa flies right out the window.]

[daredtobelieve]

Where? [Helen turns her attention to Lydia.] Where are the pictures?

[immuno]

[ Timely as ever, officer incompetent comes out of the room that Lydia and Granny had retreated into, holding a few 5x7s in one hand, and a larger photo frame in the other. He shuffles through the smaller photos, then hands the photo frame off to Helen.

In the picture, Amy and the now-dead grandfather are holding up the severed head of a Drow. They're grinning, proudly presenting it as if they're hunters who are merely holding a deer's head aloft to show off the antlers.

Once the photos are out of his hands and into Helen's, the officer pulls handcuffs off his belt and pulls Amy's hands behind her back. If there's an equivalent to Miranda rights in Wales, he—well, fuck it, he wouldn't be smart enough to read them anyway. ]

[daredtobelieve]

[Helen looks them over, one by one, studying each gruesome trophy. She does nothing to hide the sheer disgust on her face. Thankfully, the officer is taking care of restraining the family. Doing his job for once. Good job. Now you are Officer Slightly Less Incompetent.]

You gunned down my man. [Teammate. She means her teammate. Not her man like... Oh, nevermind.] You had better pray to this god of yours that he survives, or you'll have me to deal with.

[immuno]

I'm just sorry I didn't get a cleaner shot at him.

[ Not. Helping. Amy.

Officer Slight Less Incompetent shoves her out the front door and towards the squad car.

And pending any other commentary or investigative questions, they've solved the mystery. Office Slightly Less Incompetent brings them by the hospital where Ric is well on his way to recovery (though still in dire need of a cleric, thanks to the Caseys' eradication of any magical people near the town). Eddie is admitted and promptly handcuffed to a hospital bed, while Officer Slightly Less Incompetent allows the Knights to help interrogate and get statements from Granny and Amy while he calls to make arrangements for them to stand trial for what they've done.

And they all lived happily ever after. (Except the Shadowkind, who are, of course, no longer living.) ]