Among the Stones

Someone was in the graveyard.

It was kind of a weird thought, but graveyards weren't actually public property for the most part. They had set hours, and while people would protest that they had the right to grieve as they wished, the fact was that the island had plenty of occupants with a need for bodies. Grave robbery was an obscure and despicable crime on the mainland, but an inevitable fact of life on Manta Carlos. In a place where Necromancers could could and go as they pleased, there was always a market for bodies, both fresh and old.

Most graveyards didn't have much in the way of actual fencing. It simply didn't make sense. Any fence large enough to actually keep people out would be easy enough for anyone interested to go through, so they had only small ones to mark their borders, and had to make do with signs near the front entrance, and a general knowledge that sneaking around a graveyard was socially frowned upon.

Someone was doing some kind of sneaking.

Even before he was into the graveyard proper, he could hear the noise - a strange, haunting song on an instrument he couldn't quite identify. He was dressed in his uniform, and he pulled out his flashlight as he hopped the fence himself. He had a gun, but he kept it firmly away. The majority of grave robbers wouldn't be looking for a fight, and only a rare few of them would truly be dangerous. No, probably it wasn't even a grave robber at all, but if it was another goddamn kid vandalizing gravestones...

Well, on an island with literal ghosts floating around, you'd think people would realize that messing with graves would be a bad idea.

He could see faintly by the light of the moon, and he kept his flashlight off but in his hand as he followed the music. He could see the faint outline, although he couldn't actually tell much about the figure itself beyond that it's face seemed all wrong. A mask? A helmet? Something like that.

Angelo lifted the flashlight, no doubt half hidden in the darkness, and then flicked it on, right into the guy's face.

"Get down from there." He called up.

Oh come on. Was the damn thing deaf? Angelo scowled up at the figure, his flashlight illuminating the (rather creepy) mask. He wasn't going to just stand there and let it keep going, either.

"You've got thirty seconds to get down, or else I'll come up. And if I come up, it'll end poorly. You're trespassing." Trespassing was the kind of crime that they rarely ticketed for, but if he climbed up there, he might very well do just that.

Alright, that was that. Angelo hadn't come all the way out to get laughed at. He was a cop, and he had a job to do, and if that job was throwing some masked kid over his shoulder and hauling them down to the station, so be it.

As human as he (mostly) was, Angelo had come to accept that he was starting to run at a level a bit beyond that most humans were capable of. He didn't work out really (some cardio, but no weights or anything), but he could still manage to lift weights as if he did. He could last longer, run faster, and jump higher than the average human, and the gap between where he was and where he should have been seemed to be continually widening.

He shoved the light in it's holster, taking a running jump towards the edge of the mausoleum the figure was perched on. His fingers caught the upper edge, and he hauled himself onto the roof in one quick, practiced movement.

Alright, Angelo was done. He was good and frustrated, irritated that what should have been a quick warning was being drawn out in such an absurd and childish way. The figure was absolutely playing with him, and he wasn't going to take it.

He gave the figure only a quick glance before leaping off the roof, landing nimbly on his feet and lunging towards the figure. No more playing around, no more warnings - just an irritated cop that was going to see just how far the figure was willing to go.

Angelo wasn't a cop because he sat on his ass all day. Unless the figure could generate music from the air (and it didn't seem able to, since it seemed to have an instrument with it), all he had to do was follow the sound. He skipped around the headstones, watching the figure blink out of existence in front of him. He didn't pause - just redirected his energy, going towards the music. He was getting more and more frustrated, and solely considering calling someone else in - maybe someone with a binding power of some sort, or some kind of anti-magic ability.