» Sat Dec 11, 2010 4:56 pm Alright, I've been pondering an idea for a detective rp. The plot isn't totally worked out yet but the basic idea is that a small group of people play the parts of a group of detectives, investigators (I'm loath to call them bounty hunters because it would give you the wrong idea about the rp) hired by the Legion. It'd be slow paced and very much lead by me in a sort of dungeon master role similar to the PnP equivalent. I intend this to work through puzzles and clues gained via talking to people or investigating places. All clues are to be mentioned during my posts and it will be up to you to spot them/discover how to trigger the responses in conversation etc. I realise that this will be tricky to keep track of so anything relevant that players discover will be kept in a list in the Op of each new thread.
As of right now, I can't think of anything else to add but if anyone had any questions/ wants in/ wants info about anything (a background section is pending) feel free to ask.
Below is my current ideas on an intro post. The real beginning will be with my first post at the crime scene and I didn't want to give too much away to start with so it's fairly lacking in details.
The room was dark, pitch black save for a small shaft of moonlight, peeping through the shuttered window. Darkness had always appealed to him; it represented the unknown, fear, death. Most people hated it, though many refuse to acknowledge the tiny, illogical fears that creep into one's head in that pitch black void, those little age old voices that still scream out,
"Predator!"
At every tiny little creak of unseen floorboards or banging of a door in the breeze. People feared the dark because they were it's prey, despite all their civilisation; they were still little more than terrified little mice buried, quivering in their holes. It was different for him though, the darkness was his friend. It took away, colour and identity; it stripped people bare, left only people's personalities to judge them by. For most it revealed a rodent; prey but for him there was something entirely different buried deep within his soul; he was the cat, he was that predator that stalked the night. It protected him, spirited him far away from judgemental eyes to a place where he was free to do as he chose, time and time again, to a world that was helpless to fight back.
He was crouched in one corner of the large bedroom, to his left; a big, oaken chest of drawers that was likely filled to the brim with various coloured robes ? magi always dressed in such predictable fashion. Before him, in the centre of the room, stood the bed. He remembered it from his daytime visit. The thing was a monstrous four-poster, at least a hundred years old. He'd been stunned at the time that anything so obviously and ludicrously expensive should be kept in a man's second home. Really the whole house was slightly unbelievable; a monstrous summer mansion in the forests surrounding Chorrol, barely used save for the occasional meetings between its owner and 'business clients.' Tonight had been a perfect opportunity; she had left early in a huff ? there were some things that even money couldn't buy apparently.
He'd waited an hour or so before entering. He'd come straight through the front door into the sleeping house. It had been particularly satisfying, barely any stealth required, as he'd simply flitted silently from room to room; disposing of hazards before eventually creeping, ever so slowly, through the ornate door into the room of his prize. He'd sat in the corner, relishing the absolute power he held over the sleeping silhouette in the bed before him. The room glowed green at a muttered word and shadows danced across the walls as he slowly rose and made his way over to the still sleeping figure, his glowing left hand held out awkwardly so that he wouldn't touch anything and ruin the spell. With his right hand he carefully drew the slim, needle-like stiletto before perching gingerly on the bed beside his target, he gently caressed the man's head with his glowing hand and the green faded as the magic was swiftly svcked into its victim. The prey stirred and the predator smiled with almost childish delight at the movements: It would be about a minute before the spell took full effect, plenty of time to have some fun.
