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memento_corazon[Rosinante was late this morning, although Law knew why. He was picking up breakfast, he always offered to do it for them, and Law always put a little money in the heart shaped basket on Rosinante's desk to try to make up for it. Sometimes it got accepted, sometimes it ended up back on Law's desk, but the tradition of Rosinante bringing breakfast for them to work was a consistent.
It was one of many things that were constants for them. Rosinante got breakfast, Law looked over the early work that was set up for them, the files given that came from their superiors and he sorted out which ones he felt were needed to be dealt with first. Rosinante would skim through everything, he always did, the man was meticulous when it came to their cases. But Law usually had a good eye for what was important first.
Vintage dolls were going missing, and people spoke of seeing a 'centipede made of babies' in the distance. At the distance stated, this suggests a very large entity. And people are starting to feel compelled to purchase dolls and leave them out for this creature.
A cat in the next town had started supposedly speaking and telling fortunes in exchange for fish dinners. Everyone who feeds the cat has seen a rise in income, but feel unhealthily indebted to and will not risk not gifting it more food.
One vintage radio, Marine specific model, that tells the listener something dark they need to hear if put on the right station. The results have supposed driven nine people to suicide, no other information is had.
An apartment owner has sent specific information about a loud and repeating haunting. They've been aware of this haunting for years, a replay of a murder-suicide. However, the issue seems to be escalating and warping the apartment building.
Dozens of others are there, a house of VGGs, Victorian ghost girls, none of which ever actually are described in any way that matches children of that time period, all blond and blue eyed. Of course. Those are a dime a dozen, and hardly ever end with anything. This one though, one that slides out from the stack of ghosts and big foot and magic wells, says that the girl is beautiful, fragile looking, and the people who have encountered her feel like she's about to eat them the entire time. Law adds it to the four files above, on the top of the stack.
He's so caught up in his file hunting that he doesn't notice the sound of Rosinante's footsteps.]
It was one of many things that were constants for them. Rosinante got breakfast, Law looked over the early work that was set up for them, the files given that came from their superiors and he sorted out which ones he felt were needed to be dealt with first. Rosinante would skim through everything, he always did, the man was meticulous when it came to their cases. But Law usually had a good eye for what was important first.
Vintage dolls were going missing, and people spoke of seeing a 'centipede made of babies' in the distance. At the distance stated, this suggests a very large entity. And people are starting to feel compelled to purchase dolls and leave them out for this creature.
A cat in the next town had started supposedly speaking and telling fortunes in exchange for fish dinners. Everyone who feeds the cat has seen a rise in income, but feel unhealthily indebted to and will not risk not gifting it more food.
One vintage radio, Marine specific model, that tells the listener something dark they need to hear if put on the right station. The results have supposed driven nine people to suicide, no other information is had.
An apartment owner has sent specific information about a loud and repeating haunting. They've been aware of this haunting for years, a replay of a murder-suicide. However, the issue seems to be escalating and warping the apartment building.
Dozens of others are there, a house of VGGs, Victorian ghost girls, none of which ever actually are described in any way that matches children of that time period, all blond and blue eyed. Of course. Those are a dime a dozen, and hardly ever end with anything. This one though, one that slides out from the stack of ghosts and big foot and magic wells, says that the girl is beautiful, fragile looking, and the people who have encountered her feel like she's about to eat them the entire time. Law adds it to the four files above, on the top of the stack.
He's so caught up in his file hunting that he doesn't notice the sound of Rosinante's footsteps.]
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Date: 2022-07-02 01:43 am (UTC)[He's so grumpy about this. Irritation is quickly overriding his sense of fear and discomfort over the idea of demons.
This is nothing new for Law, though.] I remember reading somewhere about some seals that could potentially bind them, but supposedly only certain people can really make them work. So it's useless for us anyway, unless you have a past in the priesthood you haven't told me about.
[Law snorts, he can't really imagine Rosinante in a cassock and collar. That said, for all he knows Rosinante might have been. He can't see it easily though, there's a certain decorum that should come with that title, and it's hard to lead mass when you're catching on fire from the prayer candles.
The drive is surreal. It seems like they've just started out, so much is the same that it all seems to blend in Law's mind. The area around the road has so few markers that if the place was bigger or had more twists there'd be some very real risk of getting lost here.
Time doesn't lie, though. If they've had time to chat, they'd had time to get somewhere.]
We're getting closer now, aren't we? There's not a lot out this way. [More of the same, deathly quiet landscape. Grass and trees and silence, with a similar house every now and then. But in the distance, Law thinks he can see a sign. And past it, there should be a tiny town with an antique shop they need to search.]
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Date: 2022-07-02 01:55 am (UTC)Must be our town just ahead.
[Is instead all he can really manage to say. His lips set into a firm line.
Better not be any damned demons. Better just be some sort of angry ghost, or some old forgotten curse that needs breaking.
They pass a few quiet farms, paddocks absent of horses or cattle, and he slows the car as buildings spring up around the dusty roadsides. Homes, worn down businesses, the dead shell of a gas station with no prices on the sign out front. But there must be activity here sometimes, because there's a little diner near the center of town with a neon sign reading OPEN, and Y'ALL COME ON IN painted above the doors in flaking pink paint, and a couple of shops have lights on inside and cars parked out front.]
Charming. The whole place feels like it's antiques everywhere you look, who needs a store to sell them.
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Date: 2022-07-04 04:20 am (UTC)[The entire area looks like it's long overdue for a demolition team in Law's opinion. Maybe he'd feel more endeared to the town if it wasn't connected to a particularly deadly case and didn't feel so damn off. But despite the suicides connected to the place, and the unpleasant aura, it seems that life goes on. People really live around here and go about their daily business. There's not much out here, but it seems like there's enough for the locals.
But life doesn't go on without some worry, it seems. Law observes a man coming out of a tiny shop with a sign big faded sign stating "General Store and Grocer", stone faced and checking around him before walking a bit too briskly to his vehicle. No one seems to be loitering or visiting outdoors, there are empty benches and empty chairs that look dusty even from a distance. No one wants to be outside for too long here. He can't see any animals either, save for a single wary looking cat that seems to glare out at them from an open window.
It's also too quiet here too. Without the people around, in buildings and cars, it would be just as silent as the scenery was on their drive.
"I think that's it."
It's impossible to miss The Treasury. It's exactly as expected, just as old fashioned as the rest of the buildings here, aged and worn down looking. There are no cars or trucks in front of it, and Law thinks that if it didn't have the lights on it would look entirely abandoned. The front door is propped open, and the damaged neon sign says "WE COME", the E flickering on and off. "I guess that's close enough..." It's not doing a very good job at coming across as welcoming in any sense. And if Law wasn't here for a job he wouldn't bother going in for any reason.
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Date: 2022-07-09 03:51 am (UTC)He finds a spot to park that's close to the building and turns the car around so it's facing the quickest way out of town before shutting off the engine. In this business, you never know when you'll need to make a hasty escape. And then he looks toward the shop door, glances back over at Law with a shrug of resignation, and finally pockets the keys. He doesn't get out right away, though.]
I'll leave the car unlocked. Got a bad feeling about this place. Do we have a plan other than just walking on in and looking around?
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Date: 2023-02-17 05:28 am (UTC)But this feels bad. There's something gut twisting about it, it's almost like a scene out of a horror flick than something in real life. Law can almost hear the suspenseful music building up, this would be a pivotal scene if this was cinema...
But it's not. It's very real. And Law's imagination is running away with him. It's surely not as bad as it feels, they're both capable of defending themselves anyway, and Rosinante is one hell of a shot. There's nothing to fear, as long as they're reasonably cautious.] I've got nothing. We'll just look for the radio and anything else suspicious. Just be careful, Rosinante-ya. [There's a small pause, and then a nod in Rosinante's direction.] I will too.
[Law exits the vehicle, and to his dismay, the bad feeling that was resting deep in his gut only gets worse as he takes steps towards the shop. No one would be able to tell, though, save for Rosinante. But Rosinante reads Law exceptionally well. And he can surely see the moment of hesitance when Law comes to the door.
But it's barely there, and he heads indoors after a quick look.
The door isn't locked, the signs all state to the business being open, but Law doesn't seen anyone inside the shop at first glance. Not that it means that the building is abandoned. It just wouldn't be hard to hide in here.
It's very cluttered, stacks of overfilled boxes joylessly piled on what might have once been beautiful desks and chairs surround the desk at the front in a claustrophobic way. They're only broken up in their cardboard and wooden monotony by broken vintage televisions equally haphazardly stacked. It's noisy too, a cacophony of random sounds assault Law's ears, clocks upon clocks, and multiple radio and television programs all fighting for dominance. Somewhere in the racket, the sound of a crying doll can be faintly heard, and a entirely too loud music box.
And it just continues on, every view into every room is boxes and noise, old furniture and boxes, all clouded with a dismal layer of grime and dust. It's too much, it's chaotic, it's so loud and harsh.
And yet, it all feels and sounds muted somehow. Like the dust is choking out some of the sound like it is all the colors.]