A Leisurely Stroll

[Icarn Amonta]

Everyone makes mistakes, some just make bigger mistakes than others. For example, these poor people made the mistake of trying to run from Icarn's employers, so Icarn accidentally left a knife in their throat. They were good knives, too. Nice and sharp, perfect for slicing flesh. Shame their blades would be dulled on such weak people.

Again, everyone makes mistakes.

Overhearing music that bled over from the nearby club, Icarn hummed along with the melody as he perused among the bodies of his victims. He relieved the blades of their makeshift hilts, cleaning each blade on the body they'd grown so attached to, making his fingerprints with those of each victim. The skinshifter almost regretted that he wouldn't to witness the scene investigation. Stumping the authorities was always one of the more enjoyable parts of the job.

Pleased with his handiwork, he gave the scene one last little nod before he took his leave, making it down a couple flights of stares before it dawned on him that he'd forgotten a knife. A brief glance at the ground he'd already made in the opposite direction had him quickly making his mind. Leave the knife, give the authorities that inkling of intel. At the very least, it'd be interesting to see what ground they made.

He left the building in the same form he'd entered, being stopped by an elderly shop owner before he could truly take his leave. "Did you find those people you were searching for?" the older lady inquired.

"Yup." Icarn flashed a sickly sweet smile, picking a piece of fruit from her meager selection, handing over the appropriate amount of credits. "They weren't looking too good, though, you may want to call for some help." He didn't give her time to respond, flashing a wink as he turned his back on the shop, biting into the fruit as he continued down the streets. He hoped the lady would get the hint. He hoped the authorities would try and give chase. He loved a good game of cat and mouse.

[member="Alyson Halle"] ​

 

[Alyson Halle]

Oh yes the authorities did come, police were on the scene within 10 minutes, but nothing made any sense. The fingerprints were those of those who had been killed, but the signs showed that they definitely were not struggling with each other, the wounds are consistent with a single assailant using makeshift knives. Nothing about the scene made sense, at least until Alyson showed up they were unable to figure out anything of note. The second she entered the area she had already figured out what had happened, it was that force signature again, the same one that she had sensed back on the Chimera. She quickly broke away from the investigation and began on the hunt.

She had to catch this guy fast, she used her powers to extend tendrils in every direction, giving her a clear picture of where this guy was, once she had found the signature she locked a metaphorical tendril around him, giving her a good picture of where this guy was. She would stand out like a sore thumb to anyone listening, but she needed to find this guy quickly, subtlety was not important here.

She ran down the streets of the city, people looking at her strangely as she ran with superhuman speed, brushing past people as she hunted her query, this presence was all too familiar, she remembered the bodies in the security room of the chimera, this man was a maniac, he had to be stopped before he could strike again. She made her way through the crowds until she found the the body which corresponded to the presence. If this was the same shapeshifter this would be one hell of a chase. She picked up her pace, shouting at the shapeshifter.

"In the name of the republic you are under arrest!" She shouted at the shapeshifter. There was no need for subtlety now.

[member="Icarn Amonta"]

 

[Icarn Amonta]

The hunt was afoot. He could hear the sirens, the edges of his mouth curving up into a grin and disappearing almost as quickly as it appeared. How long would it take them to come up with a list of suspects? What sort of sketch would they draw up for a being that could change their face as easily as one could change their hairstyle? Very briefly, he considered calling in, adding anonymous tips to 'aid' in their search. Last he heard, the killer was a female, redhead with tattoos lining her skull. Wait, no, it was some elderly gentleman with cybernetics that had always wanted to know what a blade embedded in flesh felt like.

Something didn't quite feel right, however. Did he forget something big? No, there was no way. He was a professional, after all. As lazy as he was, as confident in his abilities he may be, he wasn't so dumb as to leave too much behind. Nah, that couldn't be it. Oh well, if it was important, he'd find out soon enough.

And soon enough, he would find out. He recognized that voice, the memories of the last encounter fresh on his mind. Casting a look over his shoulder, mimicking the others who heard her declaration, brow furrowing in confusion. The expression didn't quite reach his eyes, the currently green orbs complete with a maddened glint of glee. He didn't dare address her aloud, though, instead opting to turn his back and continue his casual walk down the street. Hmm...No. Jail cells don't suit me. You're welcome to try and catch me, though. As he 'spoke', he increased his pace, slipping through the crowd, skinshifting as he did so. If she wanted to catch him, she'd better be ready for a fun chase.

[member="Alyson Halle"]​