9715/Coventry Murders: Cold Trails

Coventry Murders: Cold Trails
Date of Scene:	22 October 2019
Location:	Coventry, Bristol Township
Synopsis:	Lucifer talks about the Coventry murders with Black Cat.
Cast of Characters:	Black Cat, Lucifer
Tinyplot:	Coventry Murders

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Black Cat has posed:
The plan was for a light lunch and wandering about the area of Manhattan between the Cat and the Devil. After all, a successful sealing of a loose and fritzing ley line absolutely warranted celebration!

It's a standard ringtone to go off inside Felicia's trench coat pocket. The cat-burglar, sitting in the back of a glossy black-paneled summoned ride, pulls out her cell phone and eyebrows down at it.

"Lucifer, hello," she says after sliding the screen active. Felicia's jade-green eyes rise from her lap, distracted as she listens. A long sigh follows complete with a slump of her shoulders -- it's enough to make the driver glance in the rear-view mirror quickly.

Lucifer has posed:
"Obviously, murder doesn't care about anyone's fun schedule, much less mine," Lucifer is saying. He's stopped near his car in a neighborhood in Coventry, relaxing against the front fender of the convertible. His tone is chatty, despite the dark topic.

"If you've been watching the news, I'm sure you know about the sorority bunny that appeared to lose her mind a few days ago," Lucifer continues, pausing to wait to see if Felicia's on the same page, before he'll continue. "Killed half-dozen of her friends? Tragic, tragic."

Black Cat has posed:
"Yeah, I saw that come across the feed on my phone. It's definitely a shame." Felicia's voice is full of condolence; her eyebrows knit as she watches the traffic be passed and pass them in turn, given New York street propensity to be somewhat like a school of vehicular fish. "I can't imagine how her sisters feel. I mean, I still keep track of my ladies from back in college," she shares before sighing heavily.

"I mean, do you know anything more about it?" The volume of the question drops lower and more conspiratorial. Thankfully, the ride is less than a city block from her destination. The driver won't be able to do much more than wonder at the topic of conversation.

Lucifer has posed:
"Well, yes, frankly; I was there," Lucifer replies, switching phone to his other ear, to reach into his right pocket, his usual drink. A few sirens blare in the background of Lucifer's side of the call, as a cop car backs up out of a parking area near him, headed off to antoher location.

"Obviously it's not ideal to speak to over the phone. But before you ask, I wasn't involved. Well. Not /directly/," Lucifer adjusts. "Not in the first part. It's complicated. Purely acted in a punisher role."

Black Cat has posed:
Felicia's reflection in the car window blinks back at herself.

"Uh...hold that thought, Bowie." Pressing her phone to the fall of her pearly-pink scarf along her front, she leans forwards.

"Excuse me, can you drop me off here? Plans have changed. Thank you." The driver gets a brilliant bright and red-lipped smile for the fearless dive into a temporary parking spot outside of a small boutique. The thief departs with a twiddly-fingered wave and then steps beneath the awning of the shop, out of the way of pedestrian traffic.

"Okay, I'm back -- and that's more than a little complicated, Lucifer," Felicia adds with an undertone of worry for the club owner. Knowing he consults with the police doesn't take away her own chariness involving the authorities.

Lucifer has posed:
"Sure," Lucifer answers as she asks him to hold on, taking the opportunity to have a drink. He also covers his own phone for a moment, as one of the detectives nearby approaches Lucifer, and asks him something in a low tone. "Not at all," Lucifer replies to them. "But I'm on the phone at the moment," he adds. A little bit later, Lucifer's clearly back.

"It's quite simple, really. Dark forces at work. They reacted to some choice words I offered them. Not a problem. I mean, the optics aren't ideal, six women collapsing, and I didn't get the information I needed to find the others quickly, but still."

Black Cat has posed:
"Okay, soooooooo...simply complicated then," the thief laughs into the phone. Fingernails draw the loosely-waved fall of pale hair back over her shoulder as she glances off to one side idly. "What else did you find out? I mean, I remember about things going unfortunately missing and their propensity to cause problems that us cute little mundane people would be concerned about."

The wording is deliberate -- no need to attract unnecessary attention, unlikely as it given Felicia's just an uptown gal out for a day of shopping in the cooler fall weather.

Lucifer has posed:
"Well, six of them are no longer causing problems, but they didn't lead back to their buddies, either," Lucifer replies evenly, following her lead in vagueness, not that he necessarily has to be vague on his end. Still, this is more entertaining, to mimic it. "After the eagle landed - that's me, I'm the eagle - the chickens chopped their own heads off, rather than expose who they were. I apologize, that metaphor was clearly lacking."

Black Cat has posed:
Felicia purses her lips against a laugh, but it still slips to sound like a very deliberate cough regardless.

"It'll do, Bowie," she murmurs before looking the other way now. Oh, how delightful, a tour group -- how cute. "I think I might come look around myself. The police might need to stick to their rules and regulations, but this is something...it kind of hits home with me. Maybe I can do something to help." Shuffling in place, the thief slips her other hand into her coat pocket and looks down at her toes. "I'm not sure how to help yet, but I'll think of something. Like I said...what are rules when you can do some good while bending them a little?"

Lucifer has posed:
"Are you actively under investigation by any police?" Lucifer asks. One can probably even hear his eyebrow raise through the phone. It isn't judgmental: he's asking for information, only. The tone is more 'I need to know if you need a wig', not that she shouldn't help.

"You could do some scrying rituats, if you wanted. I can get us into the last location, if you want to pretend to be a psychic," Lucifer says, tickled by the idea.

Black Cat has posed:
Red-red lips curl into a self-pleased smile.

"Bowie..." She chides the man on the far end of the line in a singsong two-piecing of the nickname. "As if I would get caught or be seen by the fuzz. Tcht." Pride, thy name is Felicia. "But I like the idea of a scrying ritual, yeah -- and I was a pretty good actress back in college. I bet I could pull it off." She sounds eminently confident in herself. The tour group passes by and Lucifer can probably hear the brief rise in babble as they do.

Lucifer has posed:
"I'd never suggest they'd have caught you," Lucifer replies evenly. "If it /was/ an issue I'd rather know, is all. How distractingly handsome do I need to be, that sort of thing."

A pause, as Lucifer has another drink, and then tosses the empty flask into the passenger seat of his car. "In all seriousness, I just need to determine if these are cultists or zombies or skinwalkers or poor innocents with some virus, or what. If they're demons, then it's a little more personal for me. I don't need to get into the reasons about that right now, but as it sits, it seems perfectly safe to use for a scry."

He checks the time. "I'll text you an address, but I need a few hours with the cops before I can meet you. I'll let you know," Lucifer offers. After their goodbyes are complete, Lucifer heads back over to the crime scene, relaxed and smiley as always.