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    ( Maybe it's some kind of shield/armour that would give the person who wears it immense power? So it's assumed at first that it's more decorative or that the different pieces aren't connected? Eg- maybe one group has the helmet & another has a cloak & another has a shield of the set or something?? )

    (sounds good)


    Bash shrugged, he could hear the slight anger in Ophelia's tone, and could also hear the slight rise in her heart rate. He obviously had done something to piss her off. While this hadn't been in his attention, he didn't really care that he had. Humans were easily angered, and he couldn't imagine a half human would be any different. "Couldn't they keep an eye on you at a slightly less ... dangerous job?" he tried to choose his words carefully, not wanting to provoke her anymore than he thought he already had. There was a beep from the radio in the car and Bash's eyes quickly flicked to it "Unit 835 please report to Sherrifs station" - a voice said over the radio. "That's us." Bash tilted his head, wondering why they had been specifically requested but obliged.


    Bash was no time waster, and definitely didn't spend time making sure that his apprentice felt safe. But he figured she deserved a warning "Hold on" he said, before making an extremely fast U-turn, changing their direction back to the sheriffs' station. The car made a loud screeching sound and felt like it was going to flip over, but Bash knew that it wouldn't his reflexes were focused, and he had done this many times before. He wasn't afraid in the slightest, his less experienced companion however was probably startled. He tried desperately to choke down his pride and the ever present urge to roll his eyes and he muttered a simple "Sorry." Before hitting the gas again. He parked the car at the station, getting out and shutting the door, but he still didn't wait for Ophelia, he debated saying the words keep up please but thought better of it. If he was going to be forced to spend so much time with her he didn't want their relationship to be any more strained than it already was. He walked directly into the Sheriffs office, ignoring the stares he got from other officers, it was almost as if they feared... and respected him. "What is is Sheriff?" He asked, curious as to why his presence had been requested, it must be something important.

    ( Oh, just a notice, I might be a bit inactive over the next couple days. I have an end of semester essay to write and I'm promising myself I'll stay away from this site until I actually get things done so then I finish the essay faster, but who knows. I say 'might' because I can rarely keep these kinds of promises. I'm a professional procrastinator at this point. )


    Of course she didn't want to admit that she could have taken a desk job, but that she decided to raise particular hell and use her mother's influence to get onto the police force. Her tenacity might not be seen as a positive thing, especially when his outlook on her powers was... Less than stellar from what she had heard. She was about to speak up again when the radio cut her off. Probably for the best, given that she shouldn't make this any worse than she had to, but she still wasn't used to his driving and would put money on the fact that whatever he was doing was illegal at any given moment when he was behind the wheel.


    She had to admit, though, they got where they were going quickly, so she could see the merit of it. The apology was appreciated, and it was good to know that he could show some humility, but she doubted that it would happen very often.


    She could understand the urgency with having been called in to the station like this, but did not understand why he had to walk so damn fast all the time! It was likely because he was taller than her, but she couldn't help but suspect it was due in part to his supernatural nature. Ophelia wished that she had something like that, something inherent that she could do without thinking; instead she was stuck with this... Very unhelpful explosive magic.


    Back at the station, the sheriff didn't waste any time in explaining the circumstances. "There's been a break-in at the Montemari Museum. We don't have a file on it yet, because it happened just this morning, but there was nothing taken other than Montemari's shield. The vampires who know are furious and want us to solve it as soon as possible." he explained. The Montemari Museum was at the centre of the vamipre sector, a place of culture and elegance, it contained most of the possessions of the founding vampire of the city whom it was named after. The origins of the shield were unknown, as with many of the possessions of the founders of the city, but it was deemed an irreplaceable artifact and would need to be recovered to appease the vampires and keep them in line. Due to it being the middle of the day, there would be no vampires out and about, just human servants paid to keep the vampire sector immaculate (and provide a steady source of blood, with consent of course), so the sheriff had judged that there would be no danger in sending officers there.

    Bash tilted his head at the mention of Montemari, that was vampire territory. While he had no fear going in there, as vampire weren't keen on fae blood, he knew that Ophelia would definitely be in a compromised position with this mission. However, the montermari shield was a precious artifact, and he guessed that the urgency was well needed. Vampires were not a very compliant species and they didn't want to have an uprising or a war break out because of some stupid shield. He let out a sigh, wishing that they had some sort of file for this - it would've been nice to have some background information before running into vampire sector blind. "We'll figure it out chief." he responded before walking back to the car, he stopped by one of the desk workers, who seemed terrified of him "Can you stop shaking and pull up everything we've got on Mortemari's shield please?" the girl had gills and looked somewhat aquatic, while he hadn't ever talked to her before he knew that she was from mermaid lagoon, and she was definitely testing his patience. "Yes Hiem Princeps" He rolled his eyes at the name and quickly made his way out to the car. He started at his quick pace but consciously made the decision to try and slow down so the human could keep up, hoping she wouldn't bring up anything about what the mermaid had said.


    Walking at such a slow pace really wasn't Bash's forte, he felt awkward and was grateful to get into the car "This is going to be a long drive so get comfortable" he sighed, "Vampire sector is on the other side of the city." he explained, not to anybody surprise really he hit the gas quickly, veering out of the station. He tried to think of the shield and why anybody would want to steal it "Do you know anything about vampires?" he asked, trying to break the awkward silence that seemed to be present far too often in the squad car. He wasn't sure if Ophelia knew anything past the basics, they don't come out during the day and they drink blood. Who knew? Maybe she could be helpful for something as Bash felt like he was going into this case blind.

    There it was again, that fear bordering on respect that people seemed to have for Bash. She hadn't recognised anything of the orcish language, but of this one she did - while she wasn't big on research or linguistics, there had been a time in the past year where she had hoped to create her own word of power. That had her stumbling through various languages in the hope she might invoke something. What the aquatic-looking girl had said sounded like a title. 'Prince', but prince of what?


    Ophelia almost asked, then thought better of it. She would be more likely to get a decent answer if she had more to confront him with, perhaps she could prove herself as a half-decent detective with this, but it would have to be secondary to the case at hand. She had never heard of this 'Montemari', but she knew a couple of things about vampires from a friend or two who had moved out here. "I know they pay good money to anyone who'll move out here and be a servant for them. They like their rules, right? So they don't like others trying to enforce outsiders' rules on them. They don't take blood unless the human agrees, and they don't turn people without having it gone through a committee first. I had a couple of friends come out here right after high school, so I know a bit. Nothing about history, though, never heard of Montemari." she replied. One of her exes had dumped her right after high school to come over to the supernatural sector and work for a vampire, all because he had a rare blood type and the vampire was willing to pay a pretty penny, but the redhead figured that information wasn't a good thing to say. She had already met her honesty quota for the day.


    ( mobile post, sorry for any typos!! )

    Bash nodded along as she was speaking, she seemed to have a pretty good grasp on vampire culture with one exception. "You're right they don't like anybody else's rules, and they don't take kindly to police. But you're wrong about one thing...." He sighed as he sped up even faster, he couldn't risk being in vampire sector when the sun went down, at least, not when he was with Ophelia. He couldn't very well bring back a bloodless body to the chief. "They will attack you for blood, and they don't need anybodies permission, not when you willingly walk into their territory." As always Bash's eyes moved a mile a minute, constantly flicking between cars and lanes, his thoughts racing, he knew the girl wouldn't like his speed, or his 'reckless' driving, but if they were anywhere near vampire sector at sundown they were screwed. "Montemari... He was the founder of Vampire sector, some say he was the first vampire ever, he had a shield that he always carried with him... and someone has taken it." he tried to explain to Ophelia hoping he would catch on, despite his blatant distaste for humans, he thought that they were getting a long a bit better than they had before, maybe out of necessity or maybe because Bash got tired of being annoyed with her.


    It was about an hour drive before they reached vampire sector, Bash parked the car... the place looked like a ghost town with very thin humans walking around, no doubt they we were walking meals for the beasts that lived here. He got out of the car warily, he wasn't afraid, but his guard was definitely up. His eyes flicked around quickly as a figure darted behind the drapes of one of the windows, certainly, some of the vampires were awake. "Stay close..." He warned Ophelia. The museum was a bit of a walk, and he made sure that he kept his pace slow so that the girl wouldn't be too far behind him. If something or someone attacked them, he needed to be close enough to protect her. They reached the museum with out a problem, thankfully, and Bash's guard was still up as he slowly entered. From the minute he walked in he was assessing the situation. There was broken glass on the door that suggested this wasn't an inside job, somebody from outside of vampire sector must've broken in. He stepped carefully around the broken glass, not wanting to disturb the crime scene, and followed a trail of it before he stopped dead in his tracks. He had caught sight of a flash of red and his speed was almost frightening as he whirled around and picked up a piece of glass with blood on it. "Well... It's not human otherwise there would be a vampire frenzy in here" He narrowed his eyes, the blood was red though which ruled out a significant amount of species. Not an orc, or a fae, mermaid was out, as were vampires. He knew a scan wouldn't be able to tell them who's blood exactly it was, but it could at least tell them the species which could help narrow the search down "Put this in a bag please..." he held out the piece of glass to Ophelia, almost surprising himself at the fact that he had said please.


    He then turned his attention to the display case where he had no doubt the shield had been. The glass was shattered, which would've taken a significant amount of power as this wasn't ordinary glass it was magic glass, imbued with protectant properties. "It's some kind of spell..." He muttered, there were numerous species capable of magic - fae, warlocks, demons, angels, even some humans could figure out how to cast a simple spell if they were dealing with dark magic. The glass had blackened at the edges and the scene looked quite horrific, although Bash had to admit he was surprised. There were countless precious artifacts in this case, let alone all the other displays, so why did this intruder only take the old shield?

    ( I've finished the more detailed form for Ophelia, so check that out on the first post! )


    Was that idea spread to attract and trap humans here, then? It certainly didn't put her mind at ease, that was for sure. She was going to be doubly sure to keep her guard up, and stay close to Bash. If she did get attacked, she couldn't exactly rely on her powers to keep her safe, sure they would appear when she was threatened, but there was also a 50-50 chance of exploding everything around her. The humans here seemed drained, and likely looked older than they were - surely the authorities couldn't allow this? Or were they not allowed to intervene if the humans had come here of their own volition, fueled by want for money?


    The museum looked like a grand, expensive place. Old portraits everywhere and important items housed in glass boxes, she kept quiet and did what she was told, before she figured that if she had a theory it would be a good idea to share it. "What if it was a group? They would be more likely to get away with it if someone kept watch, and the blood doesn't match many of the types of supernatural who could do magic. What if there were two people here; one to break them in, who caused the blood, and another to cast the magic? Which would be why you wouldn't be likely to narrow it down properly going on the assumption that there was only one person, because it would create the wrong profile?" she suggested. Perhaps she was getting ahead of herself, but things like high-profile robberies were usually done in groups because there were so many bases to cover.

    (wow sorry didn't see this oops)


    Bash tilted his head, his eyes scanning over the broken glass, trying to play out a scene in his head of what could possibly have happened. Ophelia suggested the possibility of a group and he had to admit, it wasn't a bad guess. "It's possible." He shrugged, his eyes still fixed on the empty place where the shield had once stood. "But what could a whole group possibly want with a dusty old shield?" The whole thing seemed a bit preposterous to him, but then again this was the supernatural world, even though he was born and raised here he never knew what to expect, he couldn't imagine how confused the human must be. He looked out the window and noticed the sun was beginning to set, cursing under his breath. They hadn't had nearly enough time to observe the scene properly. He took out a camera, snapping a few pictures of the scene to bring back and show the chief, and made sure they had the glass with the blood on it. There had to be some sort of clue somewhere, some method to this madness.


    "We need to go." He said urgently yet calmly, already starting to make his way out of the museum, walking right through the glass but somehow managing not to step on a single piece, that was just the elegance of the fae. Nobody had ever heard of a clumsy fae, and Bash was no exception. He swung the door open, and again looked up at the sky, clouds we're beginning to cover the sun "Come on Ophelia." He was getting impatient as he began walking towards the car, but his suspicions had been right. There were vampires surrounding the vehicle. Whispers murmered through the hushed crowd, as they all turned to look at the two trespassers. Bash held his ground, standing tall, about a foot above the rest of them. He could see a few of them eyeing the girl, she may have been half warlock but there was definitely still human blood in her veins, which was an all too appetizing treat for their new friends. "Get behind me." He snapped quickly, as a few of them began to make their way over to the pair. "What's this??" one hissed, another chimed in "The deputies brought us a snack" with a grin.


    "Go back to your homes, now" He commanded with authority in his voice, but they didn't seem to listen. Drawing closer and closer "Just a little taste" one teased, getting a little too close for Bash's comfort. "We promise we won't drain her completely..." Another snickered. But that was the last straw for Bash, his eyes began to glow blue again, his voice laced with venom "I said back to your houses, all of you" and then one of them hissed at him. Another gasped as if it was in pain "Hiem Princeps" one murmered, a number of others repeated the phrase. Bash growled angrily and took Ophelia's hand, leading her quickly to the car.

    ( It's fine! Also on her form in the first post, I kinda wanted your opinion on the plot idea I had. I'm undecided on whether or not to have her be accepted into her warlock family? Because that's what she came here to do, but once she sees what they're like, she might be more reluctant to want anything to do with them & after she finds out that Bash is in a similar position as she would be she might ask his opinion? Of course this would be later in the rp when she feels that she values his opinion and such but I just want to plan ahead a bit. )


    "Maybe-" Ophelia was about to suggest that it was for monetary gain, to ransom the item back to the museum, but she halted when she noticed the growing darkness outside. That couldn't be good at all, based on what the deputy had said earlier and what he was saying now. Evidence bag in hand, she followed hurriedly, not wanting to get caught on her own out here. She didn't even know if vampires liked warlock blood and she by no means wanted to stick around to find out.


    She didn't feel fear of them, knowing that the fae was with her, up until a couple vampires ignored his words that is. With the buzzing feeling in the back of her mind and the panic rising in her chest, all she would have to do was reach out to the magic and let it loose. That would scare them off no doubt, but at what cost? If anyone in the area could sense magic being summoned, they would be able to tell that she was on the verge of calling forth something powerful.


    Thankfully, she didn't have to. They backed off with another few words from Bash, uttering that phrase again, and the physical contact of him grabbing her arm was enough to knock her mind away from the magic. Where once it had called to her, the next moment it was gone and her mind was still in comparison, like she had never known the sensation of arcane power. She allowed herself to be guided back towards the car, hoping that he hadn't figured out how close she was to using magic just a minute earlier. She would have to distract him from it, ask him something so that he would leave her alone about it. So when the door closed and the patrol car kicked into gear again, she spoke up. "What are you prince of, exactly? People call you that, and I can figure out 'prince', but I'm not really an expert on languages." she said, looking over at him as she awaited an answer.

    (I usually find it is just better to figure those things out in the RP as it goes - it makes it more fun, especially when there's only two people in the RP but yes that sounds like a good idea to me, Bash would be in a similar situation as he is a prince with a reputation to uphold lol)


    Bash was cold and analytical, he certainly was good under pressure, and it obviously helped that almost every species seemed to fear the winter prince. He switched the car into drive and hit the gas to hard that the car squealed as they sped out of the vampire sector. Bash wasn't afraid of the vampires, but he had to admit, he was happy to be out of their hometown. It was then that he heard Ophelia's question. He rolled his eyes, not wanting to talk about this, especially not with her. "It's a nickname, and quite frankly it's none of your business." It wasn't really a nickname but he figured that would get her off his case, for now at least. He didn't like talking about his origins, or his powers, or where he came from, or really anything about himself. So he decided to switch the subject back to her.


    "By the way if you try anything like that I won't hesitate for a second to tell the sheriff. You have no control of your powers, doing something like that could get us both killed, you're messing with things you don't understand kid." Of course he had sensed her trying to trigger her magic, any creature with magical bloodlines, fae, demons, angels, witches, warlocks, they could all sense it. He was just glad he had gotten her out before she went around showing a group of vampires just exactly what she was. "If anybody finds out what you are they'll make you register, and it's only going to put a target on your back for every prominent warlock family on the supernatural side, you're a threat to each and every one of them." He explained, he sounded angry, threatening almost, but in truth, he was just trying to look out for her. Despite his better judgement he was starting to feel some sort of pity for the girl who had no idea who she was and got thrown into a world she didn't understand.

    ( Yeah, I'll see how her character develops to that point then, I just wanted to know if you had a particular opinion on it was all. )


    Apparently, he believed that she was so gullible to believe that. No nickname was said with such reverence and fear. It seemed that she would just have to be patient then, do some research on her own and get back to him on it. Even if he didn't want her to... Especially if he didn't want her to. But it seemed that her plan hadn't worked, and now she was having to be berated for almost using her powers. She knew full well that she didn't understand them, she knew it was a nuclear option, but she was just a little panicked in that instance. "It looked like they weren't listening to you, what was I supposed to do?" she asked. If he knew enough to complain that she knew nothing, then surely he could tell her what he expected her to do in those situations.


    Was she supposed to get a silver knife and bullets and call it a day? Silver wouldn't hurt him, because the fae were weak to iron, she knew that much. But she was glad that he wouldn't be turning her in immediately. The one thing she didn't understand was why the warlocks would care at all, she had no clue what an 'average' amount of magic for a warlock was, for all she knew she was weak compared to the rest of them - just not weak enough to not be dangerous. "I don't- Why would I be a threat? I have no clue who I'm related to and no idea how to control the magic, how could I possibly be a threat to people who have been raised with it?" Leah responded, the confusion clear in her tone. She had never even met a warlock, so it only made sense that she couldn't estimate how powerful her own magic was because she had nothing to compare it to.

    Bash bit back his anger at her incompetence. What was the supposed to do? "You're supposed to trust me, I'm your superior as long as your in this squad car you're supposed to listen to what I tell you. You want to learn how to be a police officer? Then watch and learn and let me do my job. I'm your mentor, and you're not going to get very far if you kill us both first." He sighed, making sure that his town was more careful than angry. He didn't want to yell at her, he just wanted her to understand the gravity of the situation.


    "You're a threat to whatever family you did come from. You're unregistered, and potentially, an embaressment - no warlock family would want to admit to an affair with a human - especially one that resulted in a child, not only is it against the law but it's frowned upon in most magical societies. They're all about preserving pure blood lines, so whoever you are, your family probably wants you dead." I explained, knowing she probably didn't want to hear this. I softened a bit, looking at her. She had no idea who she was, and even if she found out, her whole life would be endanger. For a moment I stared at her, taking in her eyes and her fiery red hair, she was pretty in a way, but she seemed concerned - maybe sad? by what I had just said. "I won't let that happen though." I assured her, clearing my throat, I couldn't have a dead apprentice on my hands.

    Well, Ophelia had never been very good at taking orders, especially if she thought she knew what she was doing. What he was saying just put into perspective just how out of her depth she was here, especially the bit about her family potentially wanting to kill her. She had uprooted her entire life to come out here and find out who she was related to, and this information disheartened her; it would have been simpler for her mother just to tell her who her father was, then she wouldn't have had to come out here in the first place! She could have just taken that diplomatic job, though that wouldn't exactly have been exciting, and saved herself all of this mess.


    His response hadn't been what she wanted to hear, but it gave her an insight into this society she was so unfamiliar with at least. The redhead certainly didn't seem in the mood for discussing it much more, instead switching the conversation back to work. "Well, we got what we went there for, at least. Now we just have to figure out what it means." she responded, holding up the evidence bag and waving it slightly as if to illustrate her point.


    (Are you using 1st or 3rd person for this? & which would you prefer I use? I noticed that you switched viewpoint in the middle of that post there.)

    (whoops sorry I'm using third person - I'm in another thread where they prefer I use first person and I literally replied to that like five minutes before I replied to this one sorry lol - also should we maybe do a time skip or would you rather just go back and have them explain to the sheriff what happened?)

    ( uhh. .. maybe nothing came up about the shield until a couple days later & they get told about another armour/founding creature piece being stolen?? So they then start piecing together that maybe this is a set?? But two is just a coincidence & only on #3 do they figure out a pattern? )

    Bash had been called in early that morning, the sheriff had said something about another stolen artifact, which Bash didn't find particularly strange, there were so many precious relics in the supernatural world that some were stolen almost every day. However, by the Sheriffs tone he could tell this one was important. He had quickly gotten out of his bed and grabbed some food before getting into his squad car and making his way to the station. He was sure his new human companion would be there as well, they had been forced to do almost everything together lately, and while Bash didn't particularly like it... he didn't hate it either. It was nice to finally have somebody to talk to in the car, even though he often did his best work when he was alone.


    He parked the car at the station, stepping out elegantly, his tall frame intimidating. Everything about Bash was intimidating, He sauntered into the station. By now, he was used to the looks he got, especially from that mermaid girl that worked at the front desk. She seemed terrified of him, probably because he could freeze her whole world with the tap of his finger, winter fae - they could freeze anything. Or maybe it was because of his illustrious reputation, winter prince, everyone feared the name, but nobody knew what exactly was so scary about him. He brushed off the looks as he walked into the Sheriffs office "What is it now?" He sighed, looking around, there was no sign of Ophelia "And where is the girl?" He made a tsk tsk at the fact that she seemed to be running a bit late.

    Ophelia might not be exactly punctual, but she tended to make sure that it was for good reason. Or she managed to come up with good excuses in any case. This time it was genuine, and the satchel she carried with her was awfully heavy with books - research, although she wasn't fond of it. It was necessary that she knew about what she was dealing with in the supernatural world, so she checked out books that looked useful from the library or bought them from second-hand shops and brought them with her. There could be something she could apply to the case in them, after all. She would neglect to mention the shady-looking figures who had been following her if asked, though. She only ever saw them at the library, and the idea that she was being monitored was just her own paranoia, she figured.


    Making her way into the precinct with one hand on her satchel and the other holding a cup of coffee, she kept a rather brisk pace in order to not be too late. Shoving her way into the sheriff's office just in time it seemed. "I know, I'm late. I'm sorry." she announced, a little reluctant to apologize for being late but eventually figuring that it was polite to do so.


    The sheriff gave a nod of acknowledgement to her statement before starting to speak. "You didn't miss anything, but try not to do it again. We had another report of a missing object. We have more information on this one, which is the good news. The bad news is that you're going to be going into lycan territory. They have a cloak that supposedly belonged to the first werewolf, and it's gone missing. It is likely no surprise that just days after something is stolen from the vampires, their mortal enemies also lose something of great importance." he said, pausing to hand over a folder of information on the item. "It's been stolen before, once by humans who thought they could use it to become werewolves, and once right before a civil war with the vampires. Nobody wants this to be a repeat of last time." the kitsune spoke, a warning of sorts in his words. "The rest is in the file, and the lycans live quite isolated from the rest of us, so you'll be travelling a while." he said, a finality to the way he said it that indicated that was the end of what he was saying.


    ( I've had a busy weekend, so sorry about the lateness of this! )