Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150518191206/@comment-26130256-20150525185616

(Yeah, but he at least acknowledged my existence...)

Shaking off the strange feeling he had been forgotten somehow, Azulius arrived in front of the apartment complex, and was promptly shown in by an officer who thankfully overheard his superior talking with the chief of police about "some guy in a blue suit coming in to consult."

He arrived at the scene of the crime, slowly taking in the carnage before him. As far as gore went, it was pretty tame, but there were too many inconsistencies for his liking. This was not just your regular everyday murder, if there was such a thing. Might as well start with introductions.

"Excuse me, gents," he began, talking to the thin man in combat armor and the tanned one wearing SWAT gear,  "Azulius Cardoso.  Huntsman-in-training, cardsharp, and most recently, police consultant." He pantomimed tipping a hat in greeting, then turned to the body.

"Am I the only one who thinks it's funny that there's only one mark on the scenery here?" he began, gesturing to the buckshot holes in the wall. "If I was struggling against someone wanting to kill me, this place would look like a shooting gallery.  Also,"  Azzie snapped his fingers, as if remembering something, "If those are 5.56 shells you're holding, shouldn't there be a little more cavitation damage?  I've seen what cavitation can do to a guy, and believe me, it ain't pretty."

With a snap of his fingers, the deck of cards the magician  had been holding changed into a card-sized notepad, on which he began to take notes. "And how long until the coroner does their job?  I'm curious how many of these stabs are post-mortem, and I have this funny idea about hiding gunshots with stab wounds to throw us off the scent.  And maybe a tox-screen.  If there's some drug good enough to make this guy just lay there while someone stabbed him repeatedly, I want some."