Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150518191206/@comment-26104528-20150608053805

"Excuse me, Mr. Panzier. I don't mean to offend, but you don't look like an investigator for the VPD, or any of the law enforcement here. Is there a reason you're here? Vigilante?" Estelle asked after calming herself.

"None taken, and you can call me Fritz. Only my boss calls me 'Mr. Panzier'" He replied.

Pulling out his Scroll, Fritz remotely logged into the Flagg Archives and the treasure trove of intel that had been gathered over the many years of the Eliminator program. "Does the 'Order of the Black Dawn' mean anything to you? Bunch of Grimm-worshippers and a couple beers short of a keg, a few clowns short of a circus, a few rounds short of a mag." he asked while perusing the documents.

Estelle thought back to the crazy men that were lurking around Beacon last week, waving around signs calling for the Grimm to burn Beacon to the ground, praising Remant for the dead Hunters, and all sorts of other nonsense. Eventually they were thrown off by security for harrasing some students. "Yeah, but the most action I've seen them take is pull aside a student or two. "

"Well that's just thier small-time stuff. You see looney-toons, I see terrorists. I'm surprised Beacon didn't have the place locked down tight and the SWAT called in the moment they set foot. Ever since the September bombings, we don't take any chances at Flagg, we shoot on sight." Fritz said with a steely tone.

"For what it's worth, Flagg's been waging their own little war against the Order. I mean, Sahale Homeland Security knows we're capable of it, so they send us leads and funding. When I heard about the Hunter specific murders in Vale, I knew it had to be them so I started sending documents. Eventually, the VIA just flat-out hired me, probably so they didn't have to deal with this themselves. "

Fritz went back over the scene. "Take a look. This blood writing? Very standard MO of the Order. Some murderers leave gibbresh, but the Order leaves riddles. They want attention, they want us to know what they're planning and how they can't be stopped. Real twisted game we're playing here."

Now, all we're missing is their sigil.

"Oh, my." Fritz re-examined the way the furniture had been re-organized. The ottomans, the coffee table, the bookshelf. Pulling up an image of the Order's sigil, a Grimm-mask, but resembling a human face. (More than the White Fang)

Perfect Match: Grei was the nose, the Ottomans were the eyes, the Coffee Table and Bookshelf made up the lips and miscellanous items formed the markings and outline.

(No more clues for this scene!)