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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: 2022-07-09 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.]