Henderson, having reacquired Rupert, makes his way out of the hospital, seemingly oblivious to the random white pony that passed him. He then makes his way back to his car, starts up the engine, and pulls out of the parking lot, some of the air intake to the engines being redirected to fill up the tanks that would fill up the raft the next time it would be needed, though the process might take a bit. Henderson resumes cruising through Nexus city, only now noticing that his car seems to be missing all of its windows.
"Should probably go get that fixed..." he notes to himself.
With that, Henderson adds something else to his current search list.
- Lawn Gnomes
- Part-time job
- Window repair
Weed- A decent bottle of Jack
Adjutor woke up quickly, but didn't move from his current position, allowing himself some time to properly wake up and gauge his current situation.
No more combatants around. No signs of any presences around here.Likely that we were abandoned. Yet again.Likely...Not like this is anything new for us, though. However...something smells like...tar. There's only asphalt around here, so...maybe another battle?Another possibility, so that might be how we were left behind...Question is why...While pondering this, Adjutor finally opens his eyes, now the opaque silver that had been made their natural color, and takes a look around, examining the traces of mana left over from the spirits and any spells that had been cast.
Let's see...I passed out somewhere over there, he notes, walking over to that general area, noting that it was far removed from where he had woken up,
Then one of them must have picked me up...Moved over here...Adjutor then notices a strong odor of...something.
Mother of god, what is that?! Adjutor quickly backs out of the general area, clearing his throat as he looks at the area from a bit further away.
...Fire magic, likely to melt the asphalt, thus why this place smells like tar...Then Adjutor makes his way back into the hospital and stops, surprised at the sight of the destroyed hallway marked by suspiciously familiar mana.
The one girl, Sakura...Perhaps that Sorcerer?The other one, that woman with the horse, seems far more likely to have something capable of this. I mean, these gouges in the walls are generally at the height that the wings would be...And I wouldn't doubt that it would be able to do this...Therefore, it seems likely that Sakura also contracted with her, then someone else showed up and they decided to retreat. They probably left me behind to distract the new combatant, but whoever it was seems to have ignored me.Adjutor considers all of this, then sighs to himself as the conclusion is formed and summarily filed away for later recall.
"I can't really hold it against them, as it seems like there was another battle..." Adjutor notes, pacing for a moment, "But, even so, it really shouldn't be surprising that we're alone again."
Considering this, Adjutor allows a mirthless laugh as he makes his way through the ruined hallway, calling up his healing magic and separating the Concepts invoked. While doing this, he makes his way into a staff lounge and changes out of the scrubs and back into the attire he came here in, the black tunic and grayed leggings, complete with all the sheathes, before he summons the Elementals to him, reverting them back to their sword forms, and sheathing them one by one as he makes his way out of the lounge and back into the hallway.
"Repair. Perfect," the teen notes, taking a moment to call up the Concept, focusing for a moment before gathering the mana required and casting it, the hallway quickly repairing itself behind him. Adjutor climbs out of the hole in the wall just before the Concept reaches it, reassembling all the damaged material into its original state and filling the void in so that there was no sign of it having ever been there.
The mana trail continues through the city, with the familiar taint of Sakura's signature eventually leading him to a curious mansion surrounded by bounded fields, and seemingly patrolled by familiars, all of them with a trace of the Sorcerer's mana, which in turn carried a slight taint of Sakura's signature.
Front door?Maybe if they hadn't left me in the middle of a parking lot.Adjutor slips into a nearby shadow, navigating the shadow paths onto the property and eventually making his way into the manor. Upon slipping out of the shadows, he finds himself in what seems to be a bedroom. This is evident from the slight sound of snoring, combined with the sight of a now familiar girl lying on a bed, sound asleep as she cuddles a teddy.
She's actually kinda cute while she's asleep...Adjutor immediately slips out of the room, closing the door behind him with a slight blush as he rallies his thoughts for another Concept. This time, he applies Soundproofing to himself, silencing his movements completely as he makes his way down to the lower levels, slipping into the shadows once more and making his way further into the manor before popping out in...a library?
...Well, it makes sense that Sorcerer would be a bookworm.Booooring...Now now, there might be some books in here we haven't see before.Hope so.With these thoughts in mind, Adjutor removes the sheathes, arranging them around a nearby chair, and slides into the chair nonchalantly before looking around for a moment and reaching out with an Armogarian tendril to snatch a random book from a shelf and start reading, uncaring of any presences observing him.
Rin
"Rin, could you perhaps try to track him with thaumaturgy?"
Rin frowned. "Since they didn't leave any trace of prana, I can't make any guarantees. But I'll try. I'd make sure your forensics people or whatever you call them to look it over first though. There's a chance I could disrupt something."
Saber turned to another man. One that Rin hadn't noticed before, odd.
"Or you, do you not have sorcery of your own?"
"Whoever you are, if you do have magic that can somehow track from the pools of blood or something like that, that'd be useful. Not that I have any idea who you are or what you can do, soooo..."
Grendel takes a moment to consider this word that the newcomer used, 'Thaumaturgy'. Then he hears the more familiar word, though this one immediately puts him on guard.
"If, by Sorcery, you are referring to Warp powers, then no, I do not possess them," he says, bristling, "There were a few psykers amongst my retinue, but they died in the Warp surge that brought me to this world. If this world does take in people from as many universes as you say it does, I would not be surprised if the talent itself has developed differently in those alternate universes. As for these bloodstains, I had some equipment on my ship that would be able to tell you how the exact location of the murderer. However, my ship was destroyed when I crashed down in a nearby Manufactorum away."
Grendel takes a moment to look around at the shop, considering his surroundings and the people in front of him as he reaches in and produces his rosarius.
"This symbol of office is probably useless," he says, "But I am Inquisitor Adept Grendel, of Ordo Malleus. What I do is seek out and erase the enemies of the Imperium. My branch specializes in hunting demons and abominations of the Warp, but this scene looks like it would be familiar to a member of Ordo Xenos, who specialize in hunting aliens, as you might call them, and the occasional mutant, though that usually falls under the purview of Ordo Hereticus."
Grendel then takes a quick look over the newcomer.
"Judging from your attire, or lack thereof," he says, noting the lack of a Psychic Hood, "You don't seem to be a sanctioned Psyker. Regardless, I am not unaccustomed to investigative tasks, though things tend to get..." Grendel considers the words for a moment, "messy."
