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{Thirteenth Case} What happened to my Clothes?! [In Person]
[As with the recount of recent events, Ichabod wasn't going to take another chance to allow someone like B to get away with the murders a fortnight ago. With his heavy, leather bound ledger containing all his notes from the cases that were somewhat still unsolved and fluid, he was feeling that his purpose was a little out of reach in this place. What's the purpose of solving crimes when the dead wake back up? It seems to be a never ending battle.
The sun that filters in through the blinds taking his clothes away in a flash, alarming the constable and he jumps in reaction. After all, he didn't want his cursed mark from the Horseman's to reveal itself when he works very hard to conceal it through not only his actions but through his dealings with people. Any amount of negative emotion could trigger a response and he wasn't about to give in now.]
Drat.
[He quickly runs through the light to get away from it. Watching the network has revealed to him that it's the light that takes the clothing away.]
The sun that filters in through the blinds taking his clothes away in a flash, alarming the constable and he jumps in reaction. After all, he didn't want his cursed mark from the Horseman's to reveal itself when he works very hard to conceal it through not only his actions but through his dealings with people. Any amount of negative emotion could trigger a response and he wasn't about to give in now.]
Drat.
[He quickly runs through the light to get away from it. Watching the network has revealed to him that it's the light that takes the clothing away.]