Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140428031950/@comment-4681758-20140428221430

Ciarán had been riding out towards the crash site for nearly an hour at this point. Normally, he wouldn't concern himself with this kind of thing, but the fact that the radar outside Vale didn't detect any airship combat made it worth taking a look. As he drove his motorcycle, he pawed at a small device in his coat pocket. It looked like a simple remote, with only a single blue button on the gray box.

''Weeks of effort, fine-tuning and tweaking, but Miri finally found the right frequency. Hopefully won't need it tonight though, but I think it would still be effective at this range.''

As he approached the beach with the half-sunken airship resting on its shore, Ciarán parked his bike a few hundred feet away from the crash site, and grabbed his bag from the Pale Horse, with all the investigative equipment he'd need for tonight. As he walked toward the remains of the airship, he saw drops of blood in the sand leading away from the ship.

''Well, at least one person was alive and made it out. But judging by how congealed this blood is, this was left days ago. Either whoever left this is dead, or they would have made their way back to Vale by now. Might as well take a sample for later. See who the poor bastard was if I don't find a body. ''

Ciarán took a glass phial out of his bag and scooped up some of the half-solid blood, and proceeded to head over to the wreck.