Town of Lavigne

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Along the road, Doobie and Mina would come across the wreckage of a trade caravan. This wasn't a simple bandit attack though, the wheels were demolished and the wood was twisted in an unnatural way. Much of the goods on the caravan were stolen, but some still remained. Investigating the wreckage further you would find an absolute mess of carnage. A massive puddle of blood at the front of the caravan, and many pounds of flesh twisted beyond recognition and bones crushed into powder. This was all that remained of the caravan driver and the horses pulling it. The corpse of the man looked like a rag that had been wrung out, all of his blood and fluids had been drained out on the ground, it was as if he was in one of those archaic torture devices that twists you, but this was a whole other level to be twisted in such an extreme capacity.

Mina is, of course, flabbergasted. How could this have happened? Who did this? The twisted corpse is especially unnerving.

"Uh, ok. Cover me."

She was borderline hyperventilating when she saw the wreckage, but Doobie's presence calmed her down... sorta. Truthfully she wished Doobie was a bit taller and more intimidating. In any case she rummaged through the cart. What she found was a crudely made longsword (she had never used a sword in her life), some old boots, some rusty chain mail and a tunic. "Uh, ok, beats a linen toga." She quickly got dressed and grabbed the cheap longsword.

While she was doing this she got the peculiar impression she was being watched...

"Thanks. Uh, got it." Mina clumsily tottles along, unsure of how to use her sword. The chain mail is also quite heavy, but at least she feels safer with it.

She still can't shake the feeling that she is being observed.

They enter town and walk down the street. There seems to be an angry mob, the people are upset about something.

"I wonder what's going on here." Doobie wonders and comes closer to hear what the people are saying.

"My husband is dead!"
"My sister too!"
"What are you gonna do about it sheriff?!"
"When are you gonna find this killer!?!"

"Everyone calm down! I'm doing my best but my deputy was killed right as we almost had him, I'm only one man now."

"Bastard! You're supposed to protect us!"
"Useless Constable!"

A young man steps up and shouts, "Quiet! Have you all lost your senses? This is your trusted Constable and he's lost someone just like you."

This man was Adam, April's son, the teacher.

"Everybody... I know how you feel. But this fiend will be found and brought to justice, everybody just needs to stay indoors at night and not go anywhere alone. Adding to the body count won't do any good."

The crowd all mumbles and disperses, everyone goes back to their daily routine. The Constable takes a seat on a crate and wipes his brow.

Doobie looks up at Mina, "Waiting to hear what she thinks of the situation."

Doobie's expression changes, he doesn't want to endanger this girl. She may be a potential ally, but she is not strong, she was just a girl who was lost. "Hey, I'm going to talk to that man. Figure out what's going on."

Doobie walks over to the constable. "Yoohoo!"

"Huh? EH?! Oh, I've seen you pass through here before, sorry, you caught me off guard, Lizard."

"What's going on? We just came in and saw the mob, and on our way we encountered a wagon that had been attacked, the driver and the horses were twisted in an odd way." Doobie asks and explains.

"R-really? Damnit. Yet another person dead to this serial killer. It's been happening for weeks, every few nights a new twisted corpse shows up, it's hard for us to identify them they're so messed up."

"I see, so it's all the same man. Have you seen him?"

"Last night, I encountered him actually, but it was too dark. My deputy saw him clearly but was killed, same as everyone else. I have no idea what to do, this is beyond my ability, this killer is unreal!" The law enforcers looks very defeated. He's clearly over his head.

"Hey, I'm a mage, I can help. These killings are clearly the cause of something supernatural, those without powers can't hope to stand up to them. My name is Doobie, if you have any information to share give it to me and I'll search for your serial killer." Doobie stands proud as he offers to help, he had been through this town 3 times now and it angered him that the good people were suffering. Doobie was once one who oppressed and threatened people with his powers, but he has matured into a heroic figure who uses his powers for good. If somebody was causing trouble he had to stop them.

After a brief interview, Doobie gets some information. The killer was a man of above average height, when the constable had seen part of him in the light he could tell that his skin was white. So this information sort of helped, they weren't looking for anyone short, or a woman, and they knew the color of his skin. Doobie walks around scouting positions with Mina still in tow, they come to the inn and Doobie turns to Mina.

"Mina, you should stay at the inn tonight while I take care of this. I've only just met you, I'm not going to ask you to come chase a murderer with me, I wouldn't want your blood on my hands if anything happened." Doobie crosses his arms, "I don't mean to insult your pride, I'm just concerned for your safety. You said before you were afraid, and that's okay. Having fear keeps you alive, keeps you fast. I've noticed an untapped potential in you that you do not know of, I can help you discover it, but I don't want you to get yourself killed if either of us lets our guard down."

Doobie camped out on a rooftop, waiting for the night. If things went according to plan, Doobie should be targeted by the killer. If somebody else was stupid enough to wander around at night, it would be a problem, but then again he would know where the killer is from the screams and be able to surprise attack him at the cost of a civilian.

Once night arrived, Doobie went down to the ground and began wandering around town. He had spent the past few hours meditating and was ready for a fight. If a fight broke out, it could be heard on this quiet night. Doobie stops when he hears someone walking behind him. Was this the killer? Doobie turns and points his finger, about to command Starman to attack, but he stops.

It was the cop.

"Hey, I couldn't let you be out here alone on a good conscience."

"Hm, another pair of eyes is helpful. Let's search together." While the two were walking though, a suspicion dawned on Doobie. What if the constable was the killer all along? He's the only person who's claimed to see the killer and survived. Nobody would suspect him because he's a man of the law. He knows everyone and therefore knows who to target. But the Doobie remembers, this man has been here a long time, if he was the killer why would he have only started killing recently? No, this man was not the killer.

(np)

Doobie and the Constable hear the screams and run toward them. The constable stops Doobie though, "Wait, I know these streets, if we cut through this alley we'll save have a minute!"

Doobie complies with the local policeman's knowledge and runs with him down the alley. They'd quickly arrive at the crime scene, the culprit right in their sights! "Stop right there!"

"We're not going to let you hurt any more people!" The Constable draws his sword.

"MOVE! He's going right for you!" Doobie. Knew the man couldn't see the enemy Stand, being a man with no magical affinity. He is too slow and can't stop Big Squeeze from grabbing the leg of the constable. The man screams as he suddenly finds himself lifted into the air by his leg. An invisible forces begins twisting his leg.

Starman manifests and moves in to rescue the constable, Big Squeeze has already claimed the man's leg, Doobie wouldn't let it take the rest of him. "STAAARAA!!"

Starman's fist punched solid through the constable's leg, severing it and freeing the man. Doobie steps forward and sends a fireblast at the constable's leg hole the cauterize the wound. The man promptly passes out from the pain.

The constable sacrificed his leg, in exchange Doobie now had a good glimpse of Big Squeeze and what it can do. A slight advantage was awarded to the Stand Master and he would not waste it.

"Oh? You've punched the pig's leg off. Clever of you, he may be one leg less but he's alive. And since he's unconscious he's no longer a threat to me, not until I defeat you. You are the immediate threat now, Kobold. You've seen my face and my Stand, it's time for you to die." Kath Kul walks closer to increase the effective range and power of his Stand. It raises a leg, and unleashes a kick despite being out of leg's-length from Doobie. As he would release the roundhouse kick, Big Squeeze's leg would begin to untwist and become longer.