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"Your guess is better than mine at this point. I'm up for ideas."
She wandered over to the building under the window that the crow had lead her to find. There must be some hint she could find.
Cut and Nous
Nous doesn't remember a thing, but Cut remembers something Autolycus had put before them in his nicely laid out folders. He might've missed it, what with the aura of perfect freshness he had been exuding in that instant, but nope - he remembered in the news article that Auto had reported on, that the incident occurred at an intersection.
Of which there were only two nearby. Both were in blatant view of the window. Both had a power line running over it.
Further information might be obtainable through various routes. Mathematics won't help you determine which of the two nearby intersections it could have been, and the scene is a month old. Int+Investigation-5 (age of scene, long since been picked over/cleaned/etc.) at ten minutes per roll could do it for searching for clues.
There are also some people out on the street, like the eight or nine year olds playing up the road. It's not much of a stretch to think they might live in the area. How would you like to proceed?
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Standing at the building, and looking out, well, now he had pictures to line up with words.
"It's probably one of those intersections?" he asked, bobbing his head at each. No pointing. Funny thing? Most people looked at the pointer first, then what they pointed at. Guardians rollin' on the low low, yo.
"What about those kids. Kids see stuff, right? Are you good with kids?"
She'd totally be good with kids if she'd dress up like Storm. So positive.
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Kids. Why does it always have to be kids.
"Umm..."
She doesn't like kids. They're little people. It's not normal. Or rather it's entirely normal, but for all her social graces she's not terribly experienced at dealing or speaking with children.
"Why don't we have a look at the intersections first and if it takes us close to the children and we don't find anything we can ask them."
Please let us find something. Anything.
"Two intersections, so let's see if we can't figure out which one is the one we need."
She pulls out a trusty quarter to help her decide, but it's mostly for show. She's really calling upon fate to guide her down the right path here as she cast's her spell, imagining fate taking the coin and making it come up heads or tails to get her onto the next step of this puzzle. It's important enough to her that she pours mana right into the spell. She points right and then left.
"Heads we go to the intersection on the right. Tails we go left."
She flips the coin.
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"Cool. Sounds like a plan."
Oooh, coin.
It catches his eyes. He's used to doing tricks with them, and watching it spin makes his fingers itch.
The coin whirled through the air, and Nous caught it.
Heads it was. Looking down the road to the right, they could both plainly see the children playing nearby. It seemed that Serendipity was at work here.
Or maybe it was just random chance.
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"Shit," she muttered halfway under her breath.
It is heads. There are the children. She points at the intersection to let Cut know where they need to go.
"Maybe we can talk casually enough about being investigators that the kids will pipe up with any information they have about Mr. Lightning."
It dawns on her that it didn't necessarily need to be a Mister Lightning, but it feels so much better to blame a man for something so heinous. Not that she was a devout man-hater or anything. She doesn't hate men, she just tends to get mildly annoyed by almost every one that she meets. At least it wasn't a kid, right? She stares at the kids. Right?
"Unless you have a better plan?"
She knows there won't be a better plan, so she starts slowly walking over towards the intersection with her phone out, ready to take pictures and record notes like a reporter might.
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A better plan? He totally had a better plan. Of course, it involved a haircut and bleach for Nous, awesome red sunglasses for him, and some red hair dye for Mandy. Lycus... Well. They'd have to shave his head and find a wheelchair. No way the dude could pull off Magneto.
Then there was entertaining them with some tricks and telling the kids he was looking for a magic partner. They'd totally offer up Lightning Hands. But, whatever. Since she was already walking.
"Sure, let's do it."
He followed.
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As the dynamic duo approached, they could see that the kids totally were the definition of hoodrats. Look it up in the dictionary? Their faces. Pasted right there next to 'hoodrat', between 'hoodoo' and 'hoodwink'.
One, probably a little girl, had short, dyed hair and was riding one of those lean-back sort of bicycles that made you look all gangsta. The other was a little Latino boy wearing a black 'FUCK THE POLICE' t-shirt in white lettering, sitting on a shitty black BMX. He looked like he'd been sweating hard out in the sun and had earbuds in. Chamillionaire. Nous and Cut gonna catch them riding dirty.
Kids these days were hardcore.
The one on the lean-back eyed the two Guardians warily. Ready to pedal. Ain't nobody gonna catch up when the kids decide they had enough bullshit, dawg.
"'Chu want, sucka?" the questionably female one demanded with a chinjut at the two Guardians, confirming that she was in fact a girl with her high pitched voice. She'd definitely been watching too much Jerry Springer.
The other looked up lazily. No fucks given. Silent Bob.
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