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Carrick tapped his chin, knowing better he knew that teleportation spells. Though common with some unicorns, are a bit harder to trace. Not to mention the various other spells that were used her doesn't help the case. The plaza here could have several unicorns with the duration of time where the pony was murder and after. Any unicorn could just use magic to carry there cup or slightly teleport away from it. Too much magic. Carrick took out his notepad, as he wrote down "Places that a pony could teleport from." He took that in the back of his head. Maybe they could find similar patterns if they go to Donut Joe. "Alright, things like I've found all that I could here." Carrick thought aloud. Carrick turned to Sapphire. "Let's go the precinct. They have the autospy ready, right?" Sapphire gave a nod. Carrick tipped his hat. "Hey, Quickly...and you." Carrick pointed at Pheonix, the pony of interest. "You both should come. Maybe you'll find something you need. Who knows. Providence works in weird ways." Carrick turned his head away. He wasn't really going to force her out. Though, with the lack of ponies. It wouldn't be hard to find her if she doesn't come.

Roll Call. Who is on right now? Seems awfully quiet around here. Out of the ordinary than usual.

"Magical residue on the blood? Well, it could mean a variety of things, but...." Carrick gave a small 'heh'. " The most logical is the killer used a magical weapon to kill the victim. Not to mention," Carrick points at the wall. "They used an illusion spell to hide themselves from the actual murder. Maybe another spell as well on the victim to shut them up. Whoever did this must of knew a variety of magic." "However, we can't deduce the killer is a unicorn. If there is a magical weapon, it's possible to use the weapon to do other magic spells. I think I'd have to check the biopsy of the victim before I make any final assumptions." Carrick said. This wasn't much to go on, even if they were to find what type of pony it was. They still need to find suspects or more clues to it. Carrick looked out into the main plaza. "They could of teleported here so that nopony could of saw their faces either. Making the crime, easy to commit. If we can find the connection magic between teleports, though. It could be a lead." Carrick deduced.

Carrick gave an annoyed sigh. Quickly just ignoring Carrick's words gave him a bad taste in his mouth. Hearing those words from Sapphire didn't comfort Carrick either. "I was bought here to take control of this case, meaning that I do have jurisdiction here, Captain." Carrick gave a small 'heh' right after, "Even if that mare has some problems. The state of Equestria is more important than that. You should know that more than me. If she came and started destroying evide-" Carrick stopped his words. There was no murder weapon here. All there was....was blood. Blood spattered all over the wall of the alley. "ce. I can see why the investigation team had such problems. There isn't anything here to go on, but blood spattered." The blood was spattered all over the walls, near the white tape. To show the where the victim laid. The blood was with large strokes. The spattered actually look...like an array. "This wasn't any type of blunt weapon. Must've been something sharp. From the looks of it, precision strikes. Suspect must of know what he or she was doing." Carrick looked around once more. Looking at the only exit. Even without sound, seeing anything like somepony slicing somepony is still easy to see with peripheral vision...unless. "Sapphire, can you detect any traces of magic around here?"

(It's Platypus, Dawnpath) This was an anomaly. His detective senses were spot on. Something was different about her, but he still couldn't tell what. Though she had...some familiar features of those two. Carrick bought it up as mere coincidences. Having a mare this old is impossible, right? Carrick couldn't think of it, but what caught more of his attention was... "Blank Flank...." Carrick muttered under his breath. This yellow mare was a blank flank. Sure, there are a small group who do have blank flanks being around the age of teenager, but from the body structure. She was no teenager. She was an adult. A full blown adult. To see something like this was intriguing. "Quickly!" Carrick shouted at him. "Keep an eye on her. Just don't get her. She probably needs to be alone for a bit.." She doesn't belong here. What does she mean by that? Her blank flank? Maybe something else? There is more to her than meet the eyes. I better not let her leave Canterlot without a few questions.

"Excuse me." Carrick pushed Quickly off to the side. Just enough space where he whispered in peace. "You don't think I've notice she isn't like that? Just at looking at a newspaper she look like that her puppy had just died. I'm just trying to calm her down so she can move along and we can do our job. We don't have time to worry about somepony's feelings. We have ponies dying left and right. If she goes and has some type of breakdown, we can lose some evidence in the progress. I can't have that. Ponies' live are at stake here. So either she calms down or I'll arrest her for obstruction of justice." Carrick's indifferent face turned into a look of seriousness.

Carrick stare upon his face. She had been staring into space for some time, until a shot of anxiety had hit her with a ton of bricks. She started to shake. The detective could read that she was freaking out. Carrick worry a bit. Hmm, maybe this was a bit too much for her? Having a unstable pony in a crime scene is just begging to implode in his face. He attempted to disassemble the situation. He took a small sigh, "Take a long deep breath, let your mind's worries just fly out." Carrick stepped closer to her. He placed his hoof on her right shoulder. "Listen, whatever problems you have. You can't do anything if you lose yourself in the moment. Don't let those emotions consume you. Think about your problems in analytically matter. Think about what you can do and forget about what you can't. If you need any help, myself and the others are more than willing to help." Carrick hoped his words could get to this mysterious mare.

Though I was wondering where you are? I like to make a description of the area so there will be more immersion.

Where are you in the roleplay?

Still don't know what happen? Did they keep the murders hidden? I somehow doubt that, too many to hide up. Not to mention...Carrick went in his coat to take out the two day old newspaper. Something he would used if he was to unwind in the train. He throw it on the ground. On the front page it reads "Another Murder in Canterlot." "Here, it's a few days old, but it should tell you what's up." Carrick said.

Yeah, there are two slots for roleplaying still. Just got to push the link and you can start roleplaying.

Carrick nodded at Quickly. There wasn't much of a fight, so it doesn't seem like she has any problems, but he felt that there was something off about this pony. The hood and cloak don't help either, giving this pony more of a dark presence. However, this isn't the time to assume she is bad. He looked at the crime scene around him. Blood was spattered everywhere. Signs of a struggle, would mean that....somepony should've heard her. Carrick tapped his hoof. "Do you know what happen here?" Carrick asked. It was a leading question, knowing full well that whatever she answer would give him a better idea on who she is.

I really hope that is the case.

Carrick actions seems to have made whatever pony fly off. "Hey!" Carrick shouted, knowing full well that it wouldn't do anything. "Crap, Quickly. Think you can follow whoever that is down?" Carrick asked him. The detective didn't really have much of a choice. He was the only peagsus here.

Carrick shook his head, "Yeah, but I was talking about the confines of a normal pony. What's a place you feel safe? Your own home. Thus, they use that logic and stay inside. Though..." Carrick tapped his chin, "Even still, not every pony should be inside. This does seem wrong." Carrick walks under the yellow tape. His detective senses in full effect, somepony was in here... He looked around, "Somepony here?" He asked. Unsure if it was a policemen or something else.

Carrick gave a slight chuckle, "They seem to be worry more about their lives than anything else." Carrick trotted his way towards the main plaza. A sudden feeling overwhelmed him. Somepony was here. Carrick gave look around, no noise, no movement. Nothing...something was amiss, as he took a cautious step towards the west. "22, Mare, unicorn, was cashier at Donut Joe. Was found dead at 2:25 in the afternoon. A witness states that she found the body right in the alleyway west of the main plaza." Carrick closed the folder. "A pony was found dead in the middle of the day. Now tell me, would you stay outside now?" Carrick saw the yellow tape in the alleyway. Though he felt something was still wrong. He continued to make his way towards the crime scene. More invested in the crime than his life.

Dat feel when earth pony.

The faint smell of blood came into Carrick's nose. Just from that distinction, he could tell who he was. "Hypno." Carrick turned around to see the pony he had saved once in the mountains. "It certainly has been." Carrick nodded towards him. "Seems like you were fast to read the letter. That's good." Carrick tilts his head, seeing a waving of a hoof. The outfit was just enough for Carrick to deduce who he was. "Quickly, just as fast." Then, along came somepony. The uniform of a guard was there, but this was different the a regular uniform. This was a captain uniform. Her blue mane and white fur was enough to tell him who she was. "Sapphire, you've become a captain." Carrick deduced. After Quickly's casual joke. Sapphire informed him of what he already knew. No leads, no idea, just a bunch of dead ends. Carrick tapped his hat up, "Yes. Luna herself has called it me to look at what has been happening in Canterlot. A scrambled mess of chaos this is. Best, we worry about catching up later and see what's up." Carrick took out the case folder. Scrambled down to the last murder scene. A alley just west of the main plaza. "Alright, everypony. Let's go." Carrick trotted off into the main plaza. The empty sounds of the city did worry him. Was it really this bad?

Well, judging from your backstory....you have a lot of opportunities. You could be on the train and know somepony once. (Such as a small incident or maybe you were friend one time.) From there you drag yourself along the investigation. You could have live in Canterlot and seen the murderer run(However you only saw a shadow of him/her) becoming a witnesses and dragging yourself along the investigation. Luna bought someone extra to the investigation and that was you. Maybe Blaze/Daeva told you to go in their place. There's a lot of idea for you to start.

Ohhh, then maybe making an IRC should be taken into consideration? I'm about to crash to bed either way, just wanted to post that and a extra long post for something else. G'night.

I'm not angry at him. I'm just speaking my opinion. He can do whatever he wants. it's his character not mine. But, I've been doing this for a while now. I know that using a character with mach 3 speed or has the ability revive himself or has guns can be a fun idea, but it makes the roleplay boring, because he can solve any problems without dealing with much downside. People like to root for the underdog for a reason, because they have to think. They have to work hard to get their goal. They have to use a lot of effort to overcome. The same could be said about three dimension characters as well, because people can relate to them. It's just food for thought. I'm done talking.

Topic is now open. You can now post on this thread. I'll post this on the first post as well for future reference. I hope everyone has fun.

Are you seriously telling me that you can go 3 times faster than the speed of sound without the use of gravity? Yeah, that's too much. WAY too much. Even going mach 1 is ludicrous. You got take into consideration that this isn't some type of superhero story. This is a story with semi-regular ponies getting stuck in the apocalypse. If you're able to do stuff like that, you're a overpowered character and you don't have to worry about trotters. If this is the apocalypse you should fear everypony. Bandits, trotters, and when fighting an assassin. It's like fighting someone beyond most ponies grasp. If a character can defeat an army of trotters (like you did in the end), then why worry about the apocalypse? Why bother worrying about anything? He can do anything he wants and he can save us. Why should we even care? If he could of done that why didn't he save Grand or the others. It becomes more of a story about you saving everypony then about everypony trying to survive. You should try to take into consideration nerfing your powers. I'm not saying you shouldn't be fast, strong, have some type of ability, etc, but you should be to a point.

>Same speed as RD can fly You know she can reach at least mach 3 or 4 at full speed? That seems a bit too much.

Link to OOC is here. The feel of the red cushion into under his legs. Enjoying every second of the touch. The smell of coffee vapors in the early morning. The rich aroma made his early morning even better as he took a sip of it. The nutty taste of coffee touched his taste bud. It forced a refreshing sigh. Ahhh, what a refreshing beverage. The earth pony thought, he placed the coffee back on his table. He paid for extra for this. First-class car. Thanks to the early morning, nopony was on, but himself. It's elegant design with it's two chair seating and table up front helped Carrick hold his coffee. The windows, showing the outside of mountain of Canterlot in it's a glory. The benefits were plenty. The comfy seats and the high-class food and beverages. The padded brown walls made it so that virtually no sound was heard, just the pony's thoughts. The rugs were of elegance with it's complex design and color. Still having a comforting feeling. The nice mares who would come any time you would need anything. Just a wave of a hoof and poof. They were there. Touching his soft brown fur, his black trench coat, cleaned and ironed out. His hat, placed on the other chair as he move his right hoof into his coat and takes out the folder. On the main tab it read: Case #131007894. Carrick opened it's contents once more. Trying to get a better idea of what he was getting himself into, but it was no avail. Whoever was in the investigation team was terrible at giving description or even ideas. The only real help that it gave him was the location and ponies that were murder. Carrick couldn't tell if there was any type of pattern. It reads more like a serial killer on the loose. The detective couldn't believe that there wasn't any distinct from the way he just read it, but...it doesn't add up. Most serial killer have some type of code. Usually attacking certain types of ponies. However there wasn't any type of code here. It was all sporadic. None of these ponies were of high class. Carrick hasn't heard of any of these names nor was there a pattern to their body type, pony type, or gender. They just seem like regular citizens going along their day. The detective sighed softly, though he felt a bit frustrated by his lack of ideas. He still was excited. He needed this, it's been quiet for a while now. Nothing out of the ordinary excluding the impending civil or international war upon us. Nothing he could solve, anyway. He wasn't a diplomat. Just an ordinary detective. Doing a few cases here and there, but nothing all too special. Now here he was, on a train to Canterlot to go forth into a investigation. Carrick knew that this case was going to be big. He took consideration that he might need a second opinion or even somepony that would be willing to help him in a situation he can't get out of. He sent forth letters to some old friends. He knew that some of them won't be coming....he even felt that she wouldn't come as well. Starbolt, though their relationship did get better for a short time. They both wanted different things. It became to point where small conversation would go on to nights of debates. Carrick couldn't take it and had call it quits. He wanted to make their relationship back to being platonic, but he knew that it wouldn't be the same, especially with the tension during the wedding. Carrick just tried to move on. The train whistled it's horn as it started to reach the destination. The city had started to come forth. The orange tint from the sky gave it more of a beautiful look to it. Carrick mind stopped drifting toward his social problem as he heard the conductor scream "Last Stop! Canterlot!" Carrick took his folder and place it back in his trench coat. The earth pony took his hat and placed it right on his head. He walked down out of the train and right into the Canterlot Train Station. Carrick wasn't sure if the city was barren at this time because of sleep or fear, but he couldn't see anypony. Carrick didn't know if anypony was on that train, but he decide to wait. Even if he saw his friends, he wanted to be alone to read the case files, even if there wasn't much too it. So, there he was, Carrick Murphy, detective. Staring at the train as the orange sun starts to reach higher in the skies.