Sycorax Grimm
Basement of police station => Ryme City Entrance
Affected RPers: @Noblejanobii @Saraibre Ryu @Winter @Neo Emolga

Mrs. Grimm made sure to make the appropriate gasp of shock when she saw the body.

It was, in fact, less difficult than she thought to act. She had seen dead bodies before, but when the medical examiner told her that the the body wasn't pretty to look at, Grimm had merely assumed that the man she needed to identify had been murdered brutally.

Instead, the man's body was papered in scars, lines of inflamed and bloody wounds, blacks and pinks surrounding them. They covered him like a bizzare painting, obscuring the very shape of his legs and arms. His face was barely more recognizable: it kept its geometry for the most part, but whoever did this took the liberty of stabbing both of his eyes and leaving nothing of his nose but some hideous burn scar.

Grimm's mind flew at a mile a minute. Torture, at least when it was this intimate, was a lot more difficult to even attempt than most people realized. Only two types of people could even theoretically achieve the necessary state of mind to attack someone with the intent to cause them sustained pain: sociopaths who felt nothing for the victim, and people who had genuinely learned, first hand, what hatred was. Grimm's gut was betting on the second one. While Grimm couldn't precisely identify why that was, she would not have gotten as far as she had if she didn't know when to listen to her intuition.

Aloud though, Grimm barely spoke loud enough for the ME to hear, "Yes, that's Joseph Cady." Grimm heard some commotion from upstairs, but ignored it.

Dr. Ru Diao, the coroner, gave Grimm a look of sympathy. The ME was a very large woman, and Grimm could scarcely believe that Dr. Diao's large hands were delicate enough to wield a scalpel. Dr. Diao gently took off her gloves, washed her hands, and offered Sycorax a hug. Sycorax hesitated, but permitted it.

When they broke apart, Ru said, "I would not have shown you this if I didn't need a positive ID on the body. Unfortunately, Professor Cady had no family, and the closest person who knew him whom I could reach was you. I don't know how to tell you this delicately, but when I had first seen these cuts, I had hoped the good professor had died before receiving them. Unfortunately, I have no reason to be optimistic, and plenty of reason to be pessimistic. So, I must ask, does Professor Cady have any enemies?"

Grimm couldn't help but darkly observe, "Apparently, yes."

"I am sorry, I should have clarified. What I meant was, does Professor Cady have any enemies that you know of?"

Privately, Sycorax knew that a great deal of people could have wanted Cady dead. Slowly dead, at that. But she was actually being truthful when she said, "Nobody I can think of who would be capable of this."

Upstairs, the commotion grew more intense. Mrs. Grimm pulled out a pair of Pokeballs, and Dr. Diao made a face. Grimm adjusted her tie and put a chagrined look on her face, "I know it's a bit crass, but I think there's something going on upstairs." Catbert and Taylor came out of their pokeballs. Grimm did not bother with subtlety, but did say, "Thank you very much, Dr. Diao. I hope your investigation bears fruit," before the Golurk scooped up both their trainer and their teammate and ascended with both of them through the ceiling.

As Grimm got to the ground floor, she realized that while nobody going to be capable of telling her what was going on, nobody needed to either. The flurry of police officers, all rushing to a specific site, told Sycorax all that she needed to know: there was an attack going on. Grimm's tone communicated her rage quite nicely, "Taylor. The attack site. Immediately." She glared at the receptionist, as though daring him to stop her.

Oh, she was going to find the unfortunate degenerate who caused this attack.

*******

As Taylor got closer to the attack site, Grimm decided that she was only going to kill the person responsible for this if she was feeling unusually merciful.

Taylor threw both Catbert and Grimm forward, and Grimm caught her Luxray's mane in midair. He bounded forward gracefully, and she barely felt it when he hit the ground.

She dismounted, and immediately began to give orders. "Catbert, Zoroark. Taylor, Salamence."

Catbert gave a grin, and lightning crackled around him as he attempted to rush the Zoroark with Wild Charge. Grimm winced slightly, as while Catbert loved violence, he cared a bit less about avoiding harming his allies. She had to hope the Galvantula and Decidueye would have the good sense to get out of the way of his attack: it was a small blessing that they would both resist it if hit. Taylor watched the Salamence more carefully, waiting for their chance before attacking the dragon with a Shadow Punch; Grimm was far less worried there, as the move was a precision attack that would almost certainly only hit unintended targets if said targets deliberately got in the way.

Grimm moved to throw another pokeball to deal with the Pangoro, but she hesitated as the Pangoro screamed in pain. She traced the darts of a taser to one of two Cinccinos, who was presently throwing the taser that fired those darts away.

Grimm rubbed her eyes in disbelief, but turned away and focused on her Pokemon. This definitely bore thinking on--after she tested to make sure nobody slipped her a hallucinogen--but not with something so urgent at hand.

(OoC: Blah RP post is blah. I wish I had posted way sooner, but moving was a pain)