Post by Altus on Jul 15, 2016 6:03:03 GMT -6
A flash of yellow.
That's what his client had described, a flash of yellow and huge tracts of destruction throughout the park. The Environmental Protection Agency had hired him to ascertain what or who was causing such widespread destruction and after negotiating a rather generous fee, Yorke had headed down to investigate. Although after only a brief look, he was fairly certain they wouldn't believe his bizarre explanation.
Yorke's fingers lightly traced marks in a tree and idly stroked his chin with his free hand. Marks that looked like drilling holes were embedded around it, as if something that had been rotating at a great speed had glanced by it in motion. Standing up straight, he continued walking about what he was now considering the crime scene. A little way away he found torn up trees and dirt being repaired by spooked looking contractors. Adjusting his hat as he walked by one, Yorke paused and pointed at one with his arms folded
"Hey, you there. Might I ask, do you like [Cheese] or [Ham] better?"
The contractor looked up, baffled but hardly offended. After a moments thought he replied.
"Ham I suppose?"
Yorke smirked and shaded his eyes with his hat.
"I'm sorry to tell you, but your co-worker has been eating your lunch."
The contractor looked baffled but after whipping around he saw, indeed, that one of his sandwiches was missing and began loudly confronting his colleague who seemed astounded that he'd been caught. Though he was hardly surreptitious hiding behind the portapotty, any fool could tell the bag was not his and from the state of his fingernails he did not normally eat ham.
Yorke took some time to examine the damage to the trees. He recognised the splintery, fragmentation of the trees to be impossible with brute force. Brute force would have had a more definite start point. No, this attacked the entire tree at once and shook it apart. Yorke frowned, the pattern was unusual.
"This wasn't [Rotation], this damage was caused by [Vibration]."
No power source in sight, it was most likely this damage was caused by a Stand. Beyond that, a lamp-post had been destroyed but lacked any remnants. Whatever had destroyed it had taken the material as the only reason Yorke knew it had been there was some residual markings. Given its construction and the unusual nature of the damage, that meant it was unlikely to have been destroyed by [Rotation] or [Vibration], that left some ability regarding [Metal]. This really had been an interesting night!
That wasn't even counting the patch that looked as if it had been struck by lightning multiple times. In a row. That was unlikely to have been the flash of yellow, lightning was usually seen atmospherically as being violet or blue. So he could probably add an [Electric] ability to the list of people who had been here. The footprints weren't clear but he would estimate around 7 people were in the vicinity when these events occurred and none of them fled which implied they were all involved. Assuming no overlaps, he still had three abilities to identify but couldn't find any evidence of them. He did find something odd though.
Some patches of grass were exceptionally unusual, some had grown in fast, some had withered and died but they were in strange patterns and in close proximity. Yorke wasn't sure what to make of that. Was it an ability that moved [Vitality]? Or was it one that altered [Time]? A stand that could alter time... he noticed his hand clenched tightly and with effort, relaxed. It looked like he might have found something interesting. If the Cutter was connected to the Archer of 3 years ago, then it stood to reason he would have a Stand. Yorke hypothesised that it was 99% likely that the Cutter's wounds were made with an [Arrow] rather than a knife. All he needed was to confirm it by tracking down the killer himself.
But if he could alter [Time], then Yorke might have a great deal of difficulty combating that with his own Stand. Maybe he should enlist some helpers...
A hand on his shoulder caused Yorke to turn around with a puzzled expression. It was the thieving contractor, the glisten on his lips confirming still his theft of the ham sandwich.
"Hey! Who the hell do you think you are butting into someone else's business? Huuuuh?"
"Donald G Yorke, private investigator. You?"
"Don't play cute with me, snitch, how could you rat me out like that? You got buckteeth and a tail too?"
Yorke's brow darkened and his glare looked piercingly at the contractor.
"I'd be careful if I were you," Yorke said, tapping his fingers to the man's fore-head "I might get upset if you keep spilling all that crap from your mouth on my clothes."
"Damn Brit, I'll punch your lights ouuuuuuuuuut" the contractor stepped back and launched a wide haymaker. Yorke snorted and his eyes flashed open.
[ALICE IN CHAINS!]
Immediately, there was a snap and (to the naked eye) the attacker was launched backwards headfirst and hurled into a tree at great speed, knocking him out cold. Only Stand Users would have seen the orange chain appear and rapidly retract when Yorke had opened his eyes. The detective put the out cold contractor out of his mind and paid no heed to his co-workers panicking around him.
"This city... it has a darkness nestled within it... I'll remove it. With my [Stand], I'll tear it out!"
But now he had a different task. He mounted a familiar hill and began examining the ground; there were a few footprints here, he might find some more clues...
That's what his client had described, a flash of yellow and huge tracts of destruction throughout the park. The Environmental Protection Agency had hired him to ascertain what or who was causing such widespread destruction and after negotiating a rather generous fee, Yorke had headed down to investigate. Although after only a brief look, he was fairly certain they wouldn't believe his bizarre explanation.
Yorke's fingers lightly traced marks in a tree and idly stroked his chin with his free hand. Marks that looked like drilling holes were embedded around it, as if something that had been rotating at a great speed had glanced by it in motion. Standing up straight, he continued walking about what he was now considering the crime scene. A little way away he found torn up trees and dirt being repaired by spooked looking contractors. Adjusting his hat as he walked by one, Yorke paused and pointed at one with his arms folded
"Hey, you there. Might I ask, do you like [Cheese] or [Ham] better?"
The contractor looked up, baffled but hardly offended. After a moments thought he replied.
"Ham I suppose?"
Yorke smirked and shaded his eyes with his hat.
"I'm sorry to tell you, but your co-worker has been eating your lunch."
The contractor looked baffled but after whipping around he saw, indeed, that one of his sandwiches was missing and began loudly confronting his colleague who seemed astounded that he'd been caught. Though he was hardly surreptitious hiding behind the portapotty, any fool could tell the bag was not his and from the state of his fingernails he did not normally eat ham.
Yorke took some time to examine the damage to the trees. He recognised the splintery, fragmentation of the trees to be impossible with brute force. Brute force would have had a more definite start point. No, this attacked the entire tree at once and shook it apart. Yorke frowned, the pattern was unusual.
"This wasn't [Rotation], this damage was caused by [Vibration]."
No power source in sight, it was most likely this damage was caused by a Stand. Beyond that, a lamp-post had been destroyed but lacked any remnants. Whatever had destroyed it had taken the material as the only reason Yorke knew it had been there was some residual markings. Given its construction and the unusual nature of the damage, that meant it was unlikely to have been destroyed by [Rotation] or [Vibration], that left some ability regarding [Metal]. This really had been an interesting night!
That wasn't even counting the patch that looked as if it had been struck by lightning multiple times. In a row. That was unlikely to have been the flash of yellow, lightning was usually seen atmospherically as being violet or blue. So he could probably add an [Electric] ability to the list of people who had been here. The footprints weren't clear but he would estimate around 7 people were in the vicinity when these events occurred and none of them fled which implied they were all involved. Assuming no overlaps, he still had three abilities to identify but couldn't find any evidence of them. He did find something odd though.
Some patches of grass were exceptionally unusual, some had grown in fast, some had withered and died but they were in strange patterns and in close proximity. Yorke wasn't sure what to make of that. Was it an ability that moved [Vitality]? Or was it one that altered [Time]? A stand that could alter time... he noticed his hand clenched tightly and with effort, relaxed. It looked like he might have found something interesting. If the Cutter was connected to the Archer of 3 years ago, then it stood to reason he would have a Stand. Yorke hypothesised that it was 99% likely that the Cutter's wounds were made with an [Arrow] rather than a knife. All he needed was to confirm it by tracking down the killer himself.
But if he could alter [Time], then Yorke might have a great deal of difficulty combating that with his own Stand. Maybe he should enlist some helpers...
A hand on his shoulder caused Yorke to turn around with a puzzled expression. It was the thieving contractor, the glisten on his lips confirming still his theft of the ham sandwich.
"Hey! Who the hell do you think you are butting into someone else's business? Huuuuh?"
"Donald G Yorke, private investigator. You?"
"Don't play cute with me, snitch, how could you rat me out like that? You got buckteeth and a tail too?"
Yorke's brow darkened and his glare looked piercingly at the contractor.
"I'd be careful if I were you," Yorke said, tapping his fingers to the man's fore-head "I might get upset if you keep spilling all that crap from your mouth on my clothes."
"Damn Brit, I'll punch your lights ouuuuuuuuuut" the contractor stepped back and launched a wide haymaker. Yorke snorted and his eyes flashed open.
[ALICE IN CHAINS!]
Immediately, there was a snap and (to the naked eye) the attacker was launched backwards headfirst and hurled into a tree at great speed, knocking him out cold. Only Stand Users would have seen the orange chain appear and rapidly retract when Yorke had opened his eyes. The detective put the out cold contractor out of his mind and paid no heed to his co-workers panicking around him.
"This city... it has a darkness nestled within it... I'll remove it. With my [Stand], I'll tear it out!"
But now he had a different task. He mounted a familiar hill and began examining the ground; there were a few footprints here, he might find some more clues...