Topic: Note to the Editor on the Oracle door.

Craven Delights

Date: 2007-11-20 02:14 EST
"Dear Oracle,

Your city has amused me fore some time. I have seen many sights and found many things to enjoy. However this place has since come to bore me as I find no challenges. I have fed on, and linked myself, to many that would in any other place have led to lynch mobs seeking my blood.

Rena Cronin with her steel trap mind, Kaja Adair with her alluring visage, and sweet Cassie to name but a few of my prey. I have tasted of them and bound them to me. Their emotions mine for the tasting.

Since I have become bored. I offer the hunters of this city a simple challenge.

Stop Me.
If you are actually able.

I have three pretty poppets yet to add to my collection, and oh will their juices be sweet to the kiss. There it is Rhy'din. I challenge your gifted hunters and detectives to a game of cat and mouse. Here Kitty Kitty Kitty.

You know what? Just to be a fair, as I doubt the intelligence of many that have crossed my path, I will even offer you some clues.

1) The Saint is in the Boneyard

2) The Soul is in the Bottle.

Happy hunting"

::Signed::

The Rhapsody Rapist."

Amaltea

Date: 2007-11-20 09:49 EST
Becky gets to work and ever so dilligent grabs the note on the door, after reading it she grabs a cup of coffee, drops the note in the in box and sits at her desk to file her nails.

Someone will grab the note. She did her job.

Tera Destre

Date: 2007-11-21 10:04 EST
Des came strolling into the office building with notebook in hand. Her other hand held her cafe mocha. She was smiling right up until she caught sight of that no count receptionist, Becky, filing away at her nails. One of these days she swore to herself she was just gonna shot her and put them all out of their misery. That was once the opportunity for a clear shot that no one would ever be able to prove she did it came.

For now in her mind they would all have to continue to suffer through her prissy-fied ways and lackluster job performance as long as there was the risk of her running off and tattling to that Marc Franco on them. She noticed a new paper in the inbox and shuffled her notebook over to the crook of her arm in order to pick it up.

She read the note on her way to her desk. Her eyes getting wider with each line that she read. Surely to goodness there wasn't no Vamp in this here town that could actually bite all these here fighters and get away with it because if she wasn't mistaken that was what she was reading but maybe just to be on the safe side she should talk to one of them.

Then of course came the threat of more victims which wasn't really nothing new to Des in notes being left around but this one here was actually giving clues as though they were just daring someone to catch them.

Time to do a little investigating.