Mar 01 20:13:42 108 PA - Working the case
From Chronicles
The current game time is: Sat Mar 01 20:13:42 108 PA.
It seems as if Gabriel enjoys the later hours. Five in the afternoon isn't terribly late, though. What's terrible is the weather. Sure, it's a few degrees above freezing according to the thermometer, but the bursts of wind and driving sleet make it much worse. Even Gabriel, who usually doesn't seem to mind the cold, is bundled tightly in his light overcoat and gloves. He stands outside the door to Sage's place, holding his collar closed as he knocks on the door hoping that the great Oz will allow him in.
While the answer isn't instanteous, Sage does come to the door eventually, She takes a peek out the window to get a senseof who's there before opening the door to consider the person before smiling faintly. "Hello Gabriel." She comments before stepping aside to gesture the man inside.
With a muffled "Thank you," Gabriel quickly steps in, so that the door may be closed as rapidly as possible to keep out the damn cold. Winter hasn't been this bad since Europe over '43-'44. He's try to stay close to the entry so as not to drip slush over anything nice. However, after a few seconds, the man is hardy enough to raise his head from behind his collar. "Afternoon, Miss Sage. Sorry to trouble you with a surprise visit. You have a minute?"
Sage closes the door behind the man to keep the elements out as best she can. She gives the man a once over inspection, "Better be leaving those winter clothes near the door." She comments before wandering slightly down the hall. She offers a faint shrug and a small smile. "You ask that like there's much choice." She comments with faint amusement, "But, I imagine I can spare some time... what's on your mind?"
Gabriel's body apparently warms quickly, as he isn't shivering or doing anything else of note that would indicate, "I'm cold" as he removes the light outer coat and woolen cap, the only pieces of clothing to have experienced the weather. Besides his boots. He points to them. "Ah. I guess I'll just stay here. Don't want to hurt your carpet. But anyway, only some small things on my mind. It's been a while, but you remember Mr. Black, and Brian, the whole thing about the magical women being enslaved, et cetera, et cetera, right?" It's obvious, but still something that should be asked before continuing.
"If you'd rather stay where you are than remove them and go somewhere we could sit and have something warm to drink, that is up to you." Sage replies, before giving a brief faintly amused look before shaking her head. "Alright." She comments before considering the man's question regarding the other murder investigation. She nods faintly, "Yes, I recall."
The older man waves a mildly-dismissive hand. "This probably won't take long enough to warrant the time it would take to remove 'em, Miss Sage. This case is going real cold at this point. But I got a tip. There as an alien, a scrap merchant, poking around the area when Brian was killed. Something called a R'Mar. I have no idea what that is, or what it looks like, but apparently there's only *one* R'Mar in Kingsdale." Gabriel shrugs. "I haven't tracked him down yet though, and it looks like I might not be able to. Anyway, I'm just trying to breath some life into a crime. I still think that Titan is behind this, and a huge robotics firm moving in with crooked intent isn't something that I want around."
When the man declines the option of proceeding further into the place, sage finds a comfortable place to lean lightly against where she wont disturb anything she's set up in the hall. She considers the man and comments as they offered, letting her expression turn thoughtful. "Well, I guess that's what happens when you start to run out of leads..." She comments, not being much of an investigator herself. The man's comment about potentially not being able to find this being draws a raised brow. "So, we have a potential lead that may be a dead end... and you want to take on an entire firm that could very easily crush us underfoot as an 'accident' and likely have the money to make everything going away..." She comments, "...and, what kind of help are you looking for?"
"I'm here because I've exhausted my clever ideas. Best I can think to do is go back and re-scour the city for a R'Mar alien selling scrap metal." Gabriel looks annoyed, but at himself, not Sage. "I have no intention of walking up and knocking on Titan's door and asking, 'Hey, did you assassinate this guy?' But you can bribe, you can chat, you can make friends in low places, hell you can seduce - though that's usually going the other direction. Shipping might be a place to start. Any of your psychic visions. I was hoping that you'd know more about R'Mars. Maybe what they look like. If you'd seen anything at Brian's spot that we haven't had a chance to bring up." The man shrugs. "I'll make sure that I keep you as far away as you want to be, but I'm going to ride this thing into the ground." His face sets into an usual countenance. A solid one. "I don't like to lose."
Sage hms softly as she purses her lips and considers the situation at hand. "Well, if you're hoping that I know what a R'Mar alien looks like, I'm afraid I might not be able to help that much myself. I imagine someone like Leonard might have a better chance of knowing something." She comments, "But, I would need access to something related to the murders to be able to offer much in terms of psychic assistance. I'm not sure focusing on R'Mar without an understanding of what it was like would be able to yield something on its own." She pauses to think things over a little more. "And, I don't suppose it takes a psychic to feel that this will turn into an ugly fight should the murderer feel exposed."
"No, actually, I meant trying to put something together with what you'd learned at Brain's place. Not a new reading. Not yet. I've learned that enough, gimme some credit," Gabriel says with a friendly wink. "Soooo. I guess I'll just try to track down this alien. If you're interested in getting back on the case, I dunno, maybe you can do something about those images you captured. Otherwise?" He shrugs. "I guess I'm about to wander into harm's way. You have any thoughts though, get me on the communicator, any time of day. Sorry for the intrusion. I'll let you alone now."
Sage raises a brow faintly to the man, "I might be able to see if I can meditate on the seemingly faceless man that assassinated Brian." She comments, "But, in some ways, it might be better to have new readings." She sighs faintly, "Only reason Monique and I were able to resolve that serial murder case is that we have a fresh scene to use our senses on." She comments, "I will see if I can help somehow... but the only thing that's striked me odd lately is a hawk lingering about." She shrugs faintly unsure of what to make of that. Perhaps she'll try to contact the creature through empathic communication when it shows up next. "Do stay safe, though, Gabriel. I would not want to add you to the latest friend's that's died."
Gabriel nods politely. "Thanks, Miss Sage. I'll be along, then." As he gathers his gear and latches things up again, "Sorry for the trouble. Maybe I'm just trying to jump-start the case by feeding you a little bit of new information." He winks and turns, smiling over his shoulder before opening the door. "Don't worry, if I get in trouble, it'll be tough for anyone to tie you to me." He's then gone.
