(Blue Octavo) Religions of Idolatry

[Star]

"You too, Barton. Thanks again."

If anyone was a Chronomancer, they'd try to snake something from the scene... but he wasn't, and Burnt Bridges are Not Good. A respectful nod and wave accompanied the words, and khakis shuffled back outside the perimeter. For a few moments, eyes closes and the mental image of the writing was summoned up. Without being able to take pictures, it had been the best option, and eyes opened after the image-searing was confirmed.

Missing hearts? Avis would love that.

The mop turned this way and that as eyes scythed around, picking out the other two. Pepper was working some Witness; ironically, what he'd began doing but had totally mis-picked. And, Einstein .

"Dude, what are you doing?" Soft words accompanied squeaking sneakers as he approached the Professimos.

Because Gaussian Blur.

[Pepper]

Pepper left out a softly pained huff. "I really wish I understood it, but she's the STEM genuis and I have a Bachelors in Lit. I know it's mechanical engineering and something about designing a device to work a certain way, but I don't have the particulars and I don't ask much. As long as she stays away from experimenting with material creation." Seriously. that fiasco with the corn starch was bad enough.

She shrugged helplessly then gave a thoughtful glance over her shoulder. It was good timing, since she spotted Star going to talk to Einstein. Well, he was out of the house now... "Can I... Can I ask what brought you over there?"

[Einstein]

Einstein was about to be annoyed at the damn building not yielding up its secrets, when Star approached. She turned towards him, glad for a respite from looking at the Spirit, even if looking away from it was probably a bad idea. It might jump her while she was looking away. "Well, I was going to help this...uh...it, bind down in exchange for information about what the hell is going on. Someone get attacked? Killed?" Considering the Spirit, that was probably about right. "Can't tell if the building is quite ripe for it though."

[Star]

Close your mouth, yo. Flies will get in.

"You, uh." Move closer. Shhhhh. "You, like, didn't listen in to any of the talk on the wires?"

That blink? It's when the mental facepalm hit. Pop Quiz: Why's an Angel throwing a moving party for a spirit?

"No bigs, just curious. Anyway. Uh, yeah. Looks like a double hommie, hearts taken. Perp knew their routine, scrawled some funky message in their blood and there were some legit sigils. When we get a chance," A long finger tapped a temple, "I'll draw it out."

Oh, one more question.

"Like, was your buddy here when it happened? Or was it drawn?" One is good, two is bad. Maybe everyone just arrived. True story.

Because Wasting Time.

[Star]

Fingers snap in Einstein's face.

snap

snap

"Hello?"

[Einstein]

Einstein blinks once, returning from whatever inner world the Obrimos wandered off to when she was thinking. "Yes, I'm here." Mild annoyance rolls through her face, and she blinks a few more times. "I tried that, it wasn't working, so I decided to change courses. I don't know, I hadn't gotten to the asking-questions part. Chatting with them is hard until you have something to offer." Like talking to people. Except with more screaming.

"Here, we can go somewhere people won't see, and you can write it out, and I can see if I can help work through it." She didn't know a whole lot about sigils, but there was probably something buried in her mind somewhere.

[Pepper]

The Acanthus made a soothing sound in the back of her throat. "That must shave been hard on you, but it was a good thing you left sand called the police. Did you go over immediately after you noticed the door open?