NinjaCPU

Yeah, reading every post could takes hours with how fast this roleplay can go. One day it could be 40+ posts, if not more. (God knows how the weekends will be.) People have obligations (school,job,family, etc.) so not everyone has the free time as some do.

Carrick contemplated his thoughts, Shooting could lead to destroying valuable data. No, we better get'em. "Apprehend him." Carrick took off and trotted towards the cloaked pony. Who was traveling rooftop to rooftop. This wasn't going to be easy. Not one bit...

"Smoke?" Carrick muttered to himself as the smoke started to fill the room. There wasn't any time to react as he try to keep himself from not losing any evidence. Just as the smoke appear, it started to fade away. A sense of movement came by as he looked around. A shadow appear then, disappear for the split second. The smoke finally dissipated as he saw what was missing... Those reports... "Oh boy. Everyone we have a visitor." Carrick replied as he ran right out of the front door. Seeing a cloaked figure running away...

Right, how much did I really miss? You guys have been posting up a storm even though school started for some people. Impressive.

@, I would go with a yes or no on this one. Yeah we are going into a great movement with the story, but there are times where people can be open to sign in. Right now isn't one of them, however. So you got me there. @, Yeah, but it was sort of right place, right time. We were either in the mountains or about to leave on the mountains. So we were in a transition time before the plot continue onward with the battle with Snow(or it was post Snow and there was time to relax). He can wait if he wants to sign up, but I also want to see an RP example for him. His character didn't have much description and I don't want to have another scenario where a roleplayer doesn't have good skills to roleplay.

Carrick turned to his two bottle of alcohol. As he was asked how he was, "I've been better." Carrick bluntly stated. The detective sat down on the ground as he sighed, "Life been boring, and I don't like boring whatsoever. Who would of thought that I'm thinking about getting out of this town."

A pony once said to me "The dead are way more organized than the living." I feel like whoever said this was more right. Even if this was suppose to be a joke. The days seem to blend together now. Each day seeming to just continue on like he never went to sleep. It cease to amaze him. That even in the post-apocalypse world. He would sustain the boredom that has overwhelm him. Accepting death was something that he regrets. As he finally found the pieces to the puzzle, all of them connected together, and now that he knows. He doesn't care to fix them. Even if there was time to fix, it wouldn't fix this world. The world that we continue to will just end just as the other is solved. Alcohol certainly does help the boring nights. So does reading as well. With the small civilization that survives in Canterlot, it's no wonder that he still gets a few cases here and there. For a while it seems like normal life, but he knows the truth. He knows that no other case will be able to satisfy him anymore. Like using tape to fix a busted tube. It will only last for such a time before it reopens. With the two bottles of rum in his saddlebags, he continue to trot his way back home. Maybe there was something to fix that hole he open with a case...or a empty bottle. His attention was changed by a pony he hasn't encountered not eight years ago. He didn't bother to go after him as he went to find another pony he hasn't seen in a while. Mademoiselle. What seem like a bad encounter go wrong, the amount of coincidence continues to pile on as most of the group he meant in Trottingham was back in Canterlot. With that colt he saw defeat a group of trotters just save Ghost. He simply gave a sigh, How anticlimactic. A build-up of a powerful sword that Ghost left with has just be defeated by Mademoiselle's allure over Ghost. How arid. With there small get together as he heard Ghost's word, the detective knew what to say to him. "It's allure is only good on the outside, to except anything else you'll be disappointed." Carrick replied to Ghost. Much hasn't changed with Carrick's appearance, he still has his earth pony's strong body get a bit bigger, giving more of a intimating appearance. His eyes bloodshot from the insomnia. His fedora was sparkling new while his trench coat followed. With the money he get, he was able to get tailor to fix him up a new coat.

Alright, I'm here. Are we using hte same roleplay?

Well it depends if we want to return back to Canterlot with three ponies. Maybe we should consider going back a little more.

who's left anyway?

Carrick was surprised by the hug and the kiss to the cheek. "Yeah, no problem Azura." He muttered. He looked down for a second, then turned back to the couch. As he trotted towards the couch and took his jacket. He remember what he was tried to remember. Another folder inside the jacket as he looked inside. Just as I suspected. Carrick took his folder and saw all the victims. All of them were talked about in the other folders Donut Joe had. What connection did he have with them? The detective gave a shout "Everyone, find any type of information. I don't care what it is, just find it. We have to hurry, who knows who will come if we stay here longer." Carrick said.

Carrick took his time to contemplated his thoughts. The detective had looked around the room then right back into Azura. "Listen Azura, I've dealt with many type of ponies before. One just like you. The thing I've learned with that experience, is that they can be a bit of a wild card...but I like wild cards." Carrick tipped his hat. "As long as you have the same goal as I do, we'll have a good time."

Carrick thought about it for a second. Telling her blunt could stress her out even more, but it could be worst if she doesn't know. He sighed, as he went down the hard path, "You went inside and saw the body...then turning into a different pony. Somepony who wanted to destroy everything in here and had no care about anypony safety. I had to grab you and try to subdue you. Then, you fell on me." Carrick stated.

She doesn't remember the entire incident? When did she switch to her alter-half? Carrick sat down on the couch next to her. "We're here in Donut Joe's residence. Seems like he was....murdered." The detective place his hoof on her shoulder. "Seems like we were too late to contact him. From looks of it, he was the same who killed your boyfriend as well." Carrick said.

Carrick look over at Sapphire, telling her that Azura was awake. Just the pony she was looking for. "Guardsmen? It might to lead suspicion if anypony saw them moving. We better move fast and lock this place down before anypony starts wondering." Carrick took all the folders and walk down into the living room, where he left Azura with his jacket. She looked confused as if she never knew what hit her. The detective placed the folders on the table and trotted towards, Azura. "Hello, Azura. You look rested."

Carrick simply nodded at Sapphire. Hearing Phoenix's words had help him push forward on his theories. Same magic presence again, it's no doubt that the same murderer that killed Azura's companion and our victim has killed this one as well. The better question is, why kill Joe Donut? The detective looked at the murder earth pony, as he saw the same cuts just as before. Maybe there is some type of connection between all these ponies? I can't tell at all. The detective took his time to look around the room. While the blood did spray most of the room, he took his time to notice it quickly. A open closet, not full of blood. Just standing there as if it was a tease to him. Carrick walk over to it inside. He saw a few clothes, some that were actually very nice and a open file cabinet. Why is this in a closet. Carrick look and saw took out a folder. It had some information on some random pony. Gloves Notepad? Why does that name sound familiar? Carrick took out all the folders out of the cabinet. Seeing various names that gave a familiar sense to him. Could they be? Carrick tapped his chin as he remember those names....

Carrick looked at Sapphire, "I've dealt with unstable ponies before," Carrick added. "If we leave her out of sight out of mine. She might do this again, but in a public place. Who knows what will happen then." Carrick took her and drop her on the blue couch. It seems like it wouldn't have any merit to the case. He took his coat and place it on her. Wrapping it around her body. Whatever marking she has probably lead to this...or she has a bad case of DiD. The detective trotted back to the room. "Somepony take a look at her, and when she comes back awake...I need to have a chat with her." The detective took his time back to the room and then turned to Sapphire, "You said that the magic traces were the same, correct?"

What a mess this is. Carrick took the body as he place her on his shoulders. "There isn't really a place that couldn't evidence. Guess she stays with me for now." Carrick was thankful she wasn't all too heavy and his genetics today. The detective glance at Quickly then takes the unconscious body back to the scene.

(This post will be edited on tomorrow.) "Well, it's a matter of-" Before he could utter his response the sounds of the yellow mare were loud. Though her voice was deepen, he could tell it was her. Boy, what have I bought on today. This is bad, he thought Phoenix could of made problems, with an actual crime scene not shown by the police it might of been something good. But this....this is a problem. "Follow me. We might to dismantle the situation." Carrick open the door to see Azura shaking up the house with her magic powers. As he was behind Azura, as he clutch her chest. Unknown if his grip will last or even been blown off. "Azura, snap out of it. What would this accomplish? More pain and suffering? Are you willing to add more to the flames?" He wasn't unsure of how this would work.

Carrick's nose sniff the smell of copper the house. Just as the rock was moved by the talent unicorn. Carrick took action and went inside. The detective took his time to each detail, leaving no sight uncheck. Everything was out of place.] Moved books, fallen furniture. Broken dishes. Everything disoriented, Carrick took a glance of the blood from the bedroom. This isn't good. "Everypony, stay on guard." Carrick trotted over to the room and open it. There laid a pony right on the bed.... A pony with the same cuts as the victims. Donut Joe, killed in his own house. Providence. Laying their on his bed, as if he was sleeping the room was moved around as well. There wasn't like a fight, it seemed more like the somepony was looking for something. The blood...oh, providence. The blood was all over the room. Splattered all over once more. Carrick took action, "Sapphire, I need you to check for magic again in the room. See if the same distinction just as the same murderer. Azura, Quickly, and Hypno check the other rooms. They were looking for something, maybe we can find it and everypony keep this apartment on lockdown. I don't want anypony coming in here. Just start creating more chaos."

(Post will be edited. I'm on my Ipad.) '148 Amythest Ave.' Carrick thought as he read the paper Phoenix gave to him. 'It shouldn't be far away from here.' Carrick put the paper back as he trotted along the main roads. Trying to remember much of this place. It's been a while since he has been here. A place where you would get chased for stealing away a inmate from the goons of Ice Star. To hide away in a bar where you'd get drunk and get into a bar fight. 'Has that case been that recent? It feels like years. ' Around the corner, as the stores start becoming into apartments, Carrick felt it again. The sense of urgency and fear. He couldn't quite tell, but something was afoot here. It was the same feeling in the police station. Was somepony following them? Taking a few glances here and there, he didn't bother to look further. A group this big in the streets could give fear. Right? No...that didn't make any sense. The detective saw the number 148 reach on the house door. This was the address, seems like his thoughts sped up time. He didn't bother to think further and tapped the door. Waiting for a reponse.... Nothing. He spoke, "Hello? Is somepony there?"....Again, nothing. The detective watied for a minute and sighed, "Somepony open the door, if you can." Carrick replied.

Carrick tapped his chin, as he started to think about it. "A plan? There isn't any trail other the murderer's need for magical claw, a bloody mess, and his ability to use magic. Other then that, I'm stumped." Carrick replied. The detective throw bits on the table, "I'm winging it for now, let's head out." Carrick adjusted his coat and walked out of the restaurant.

With a satisfied sigh, he takes the napkin and places it on the table. "I know it would be of use to help this fine mare get her magic, but we have more problem at hoof. We need to talk to Donut Joe." Carrick asked for the check as the waiter walks over and gets it. There wasn't much time to screw around, we have bigger things to deal with.

Carrick looked at Quickly, "So, Luna has her own land in the afterlife? That's something." Carrick thought aloud. As he finally order a sandwich. "I guess I've always been under the belief of providence. That the princess who control this world are just demi-gods and we have something that we can't see. Providence. An unknown entity that might be real. In the afterlife, I believe that what you wanted to believe in afterlife will come. Even if you don't believe in it, your subconscious has thought of something. Of course, that's just my own speculation."

"I'm sorry for you lost, Azura." Carrick looked down, "Sometimes pony don't care about innocence. They just find somepony and just do it. He's in a better place." Carrick didn't know what else to tell her. He was in his own thoughts, Another victim with the same murder weapon. This isn't an accident, this pony is a serial-killer.