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Garnet feels something strange and metal as she reaches inside the piano. It’s attached to the strings and can’t be removed but appears to be some kind of electronic device. Further inspection finds three more of them for a total of four attached to four piano strings. Removing them would require cutting these strings.
The emblem in the fireplace doesn’t press in under pressure. However, it seems as though the panel might slide behind the surrounding mantle. It cannot be manually moved -- not easily that is.
Lightning flashes as Vincent passes through the round room. It lights the room in sharp contrast, flickering dangerously before passing. The door leads to a long hallway lit in dim candlelight. The rug muffles his footsteps as he steps forward.
Directly across the hall is the master bathroom. To the right is the dining room. Down the hall is the game room, the office, the music room, the library, and the lounge which leads into the west courtyard.
While Vincent is free to strike out on his own, the words of the butler ring as a clear reminder: ’If you’re to stray, well, who knows what might happen?’
Before Vincent can leave the round room entirely, there's a terrible crash of piano keys back in the parlor. As Rufus and Garnet examine the piano, there is a strange chill, a gathering of shadows, and then something falls on top of the keys. There's a great, clamorous smash and the piano jolts, the top slamming shut with a loud crash.
Slumped there on the piano keys is the body of Jules de Lune. On further inspection, it has been mysteriously healed of his burns and stab wound.
Adjacent Locations:
Bathroom: You find an open-spaced, tiled bathroom with a basin sink and a claw-footed bathtub. The sink is still slightly wet.
Dining Room: A grand dining room table stretches out from end to end over a rug woven with diamond patterns. Sixteen chairs are pushed in along both edges. Two couches sit along the windows alcove and there are cabinets full of china along the eastern and western walls. Though the room is spotless, several china sets are missing. The table has very recently been cleaned. It still shines with cleaner and polish.
Game Room: Eight sets of armor stand vigil over the game room. They appear to have once been used in the Provo army, but they haven’t been used in some time. On one end is a fireplace, still hot with embers. Balls are scattered on the billiards table. The cards are placed around the game table in four hands. The remaining card deck has been scattered across the floor.
Yellow Lounge: The yellow lounge lives up to its name. Everywhere, there is a blinding yellow. The walls, the rug, the daisy flowers. Seated at one of the couches is Rowan Castillo, the mercenary hired to guard the manor.
"There's definitely something here, but... it's stuck to the strings. I can't remove it," Garnet spoke as she examined the strings inside the piano. They were silvery, and strange looking to her. Unfortunately, she didn't recognise electronics. It was an unfamiliar concept to her, but they certainly seemed strange. They reminded her perhaps of a small gadget her Uncle Cid would have invented, but there was no obvious source of power, and they were too small. "There's four of them," she confirmed to anybody listening.
She turned to look at the dented emblem above the fireplace, which Rufus had highlighted as a clue, luckily removing her hands from the piano as she did so. He was right, it seemed unusual, but what did they know of the owner of this manor? Perhaps disarray was something he enjoyed. After all, that would explain why the piano was stored open, wouldn't it?
She was about to voice this thought when there was a sudden crash, and a body dropped down beside her, slamming onto the grand piano and forcing it shut. Garnet shrieked in surprise, jumping out of her skin and leaping backwards. Her hands went to her mouth in started shock, and she was acutely aware of her heart thudding away in her chest, hammering against her rib cage with desperation. For a moment, all seemed silent. She waited, half expecting the body to spring back to life, but it didn't. She slowly approached the body, peering at it with caution. It was healed. How odd. Why would somebody heal the wounds of somebody who was dead?
Unless it was to cover their tracks.
The young woman suggested that they not move too much to not lose any clues on their body, but Garnet shook her head. "You are right that we are also clues, but there is still a killer on the loose. We must be careful," she suggested, looking up to see if she could see where the body had come from. Her heart was still hammering, and she desperately wished it'd calm down. She thought she had seen enough death in her life, but here she was, before another body. "His wounds are healed," she observed. "There would be no point in casting white magic on a corpse... Unless the wounds were a clue you wished to hide. They must have told us something about the killer," she theorised, but she wasn't quite sure what any of that meant.
[attr="class","vvoverlap"]Too much hope is the opposite of despair.
[attr="class","vvbody"]Vincent was in the round room, watching the rain beat against the glass ceiling when there was a tremendous amount of sound from the parlor room. Normally unfazed and aloof, Vincent jumped at the cacophony. This place was getting to him. [break][break] The grand piano had made some terrible noise like all the keys had been pressed at once. One of the girls had screamed. So Vincent turned around and made his way swiftly back to the parlor room, heart racing in his chest. His gun was in his hand and he was prepared to fight if there was something amiss. But when he stepped back into the room, his jaw went slack with shock. [break][break] There, slumped over the piano, was the body of none other than their murdered host, the cause of all this mystery and madness in the first place. “What happened?” he demanded, looking around at the other three. His suspicious gaze might have lingered longer on Rufus than on the two women. “How did that get here?” But it was evident that they were just as shocked as he was. Had it fallen from the ceiling? Had some rift appeared in space? [break][break] He holstered his gun when it became apparent that there was no immediate threat, just a sudden corpse appearance. The dark-haired girl was investigating the body now, noting that the wounds were healed. Vincent narrowed his eyes and stood beside her. It was true, there was no sign of any injuries evident upon the body. “Hmm. That is strange,” he agreed in a soft voice. “Did any of you see anything? Any hint of how it got here?” His crimson gaze passed over all three in turn as he silently cursed himself for having left the room so early. But who could have predicted something like this?
Dagger fumbled around with the inside of the piano, finding something stuck to the strings. Rufus allowed her to do all the examining, more highly focused on the tonberry and making sure it never drew near. Instead, it waddled its way back to the girl with the pink hair, who picked it up as if it were some sort of play thing. The blonde watched her carefully as she stood, making her way toward the fireplace. Anyone who interacted with a murderous beast like it was a stuffed toy certainly couldn’t be trusted in any way.
Not that Rufus trusted a soul within this mansion.
Convinced, for the moment, that they were out of harm’s way from a tiny beast’s stabbing knife, Rufus instead began to turn his attention back to the piano. However, he barely got a glimpse at the shining, strange device attached to the keys before something happened. It was all too quick. A slam of something heavy, the rattling of chords, a scream. Rufus stepped back from the piano on instinct, his eyes wide and darting toward the source, his hand thrust into his coat with his fingers wrapped around the handle of his weapon.
Just as soon as it happened, it was over. There was nothing but the unpleasant ring of mismatched notes rebounding off of the walls. Rufus could barely notice it over the beat of his own heart thrumming within his ears. Blue eyes turned to the source -- and an unpleasant, confused knot twisted within his gut.
Slumped on the piano was the very man he’d seen dead less than an hour prior to this … foolish errand they’d been tasked with.
The clink of metal shoes came down the hall, before Vincent Valentine returned with a harsh question of what happened. What, indeed. The former Turk’s red gaze held on Rufus, and the Shinra held it back in equal time, his eyebrows furrowing.
After taking a glance to the ceiling -- no, that was still in once piece, Rufus looked back to Vincent, his eyes cold, his heart finally finding that familiar sinus rhythm, “Any guess of yours would be as good as our own.”
He watched silently as Dagger and Vincent began to examine the corpse of Jules de Lune. It wasn’t the man’s dead body that had stunned him, he’d seen plenty of corpses. It was that it had come from nowhere. Appeared out of thin air and dropped to the ground. Someone was toying with them, with a magic that Rufus couldn’t understand. It was something he detested about this world. It didn’t make the same logical sense as his own.
A chill crept up his spine, wrapping around the ache at the base of his neck. Lumina’s words suddenly made more sense … Their bodies were clues. Jules de Lune’s body had been a clue, before it was mysteriously healed of its wounds. Rufus recalled the man’s injuries; the oozing stab wound, the cauterized flesh eaten by magic.
He felt his foot ease backwards one step. Then another. Rufus turned and began walking out of the room, suddenly feeling stifled. He knew that Vincent had directed a question at him, as well as the others, but Rufus had no information to give him. He didn’t see anything. There was nothing, and then there was a corpse. He was woefully unprepared to deal with magical slayings without a real team to investigate … And what was in it for him? Now, not much at all. All the secrets he’d wanted were lost in the dead man’s mind, or hidden around the mansion.
As Rufus marched onward, unsure of his direction, a strange room caught his attention. Every other room in the mansion had been fairly dim or unwelcoming, cold. Yet, a light was streaming into the hall that was warm and somewhat inviting. Yellow, like fresh sunlight. Curious, the blonde rolled his aching shoulder, and glanced into the doorway to see what lied within.
Oh, it was much worse from that angle. Yellow of all shapes and forms assaulted his vision. Rufus squinted, bringing an arm up to temporarily shield him from the suddenly dazzling display. Everything was a bright, sunshine yellow, from the walls to the floor, the decor to the very crown molding.
And seated within the room was a familiar man. One of the mercenaries that had been standing in the room with Jules de Lune when they all entered. The man that was supposed to protect the manor.
“A little early to rest, don’t you think?” Rufus felt the frustration nip at his tongue. If there was one thing he hated more than anything in the world, it was waste. Wasted resources. Wasted time. Failure. Inadequacy. The blonde refused to hold back his mirth as he crossed his arms at the failure of the mercenary before him, “You certainly can’t be tired. You didn't even perform your job.”
It's time for a new empire Go bury your demons, then tear down the ceiling Phoenix, fly
Post by Claire Farron on Dec 2, 2020 18:28:37 GMT -6
"Mystery"
"Something's not quite right, I sense foul play..."
Lumina was intrigued when the sigil didn't press in. She peered closer, recognizing that it had a sliding mechanism. Of course, she'd try to make it slide, to no avail. Experience truly was the best teacher and just as she was convinced that it might have been part of a locking mechanism, she looked behind her to Rufus and Dagger. A glimpse of shadow before the victim fell atop the keys. Even with the brief awareness, the shock of it all got to her. Not enough to make her cry out, mind but her breath was taken. Only after did a funny sequence of events dictate Lumina's course of action.
Right on cue, Vincent had returned to investigate the noise and Dagger took Lumina's forewarning to heart, while adding in one of her own. Briefly, Lumina closed her eyes, thinking it over before Vincent's question came forth. A natural one, which Rufus replied to in kind. As she opened her eyes, heart rate calming down, she noticed Rufus taking his leave. That was when the pink haired enigma laughed. "Boy, nothing like a jump scare to distract you from the truth!" she noted before approaching the Piano and Jules de Lune, properly. Whilst she believed both Vincent and Dagger regarding the victim being healed. Further, agreeing with them in silence that it was odd to do so, except to cover one's tracks but that wasn't all. Immediately, her eyes gazed upwards to the ceiling.
"From here, I saw a shadow as the body descended." Lumina spoke up, serious now despite her outburst. "If you want my advice? The healed wounds is a distraction, the real clue is that this room is key. The Piano with those devices, the fire place with the lock... This must be a trick room. A nice place to 'get away', y'know~?" Lumina paused, as she began to peer about the room, looking to the connecting rooms on either side.
"There's something else... Maybe our late host, was summoned." pause for dramatic effect, "I myself can summon too, the children of chaos look out for me. I've never actually seen someone else here who can do the same, so I've got little reference to how it might work here." for example, could there have been devices that could summon objects based on sound? Perhaps the devices them self were like a teleporter? The possibilities were endless and Lumina was struggling to contain her excitement. This was turning out to be a different kind of fun~
tag: DMwords: xxx outfit: See post notes: Unexpected~
The body of Jules de Lune is unresponsive. It is, after all, a corpse. There is nothing more that he can give, however, the force of his fall has done something strange to the piano keys. One is stuck and thrust into a downwards position. While forced down like this, a wire glints in the space behind it, reflecting the dim firelight. Inside the piano, one of the devices has been struck by the hammer. A light glows red from this struck device. The other three remain unstruck and unlit.
There is a strange sense of magic in the air. A dark magic. It lingers like a miasma. Something isn’t right.
Rowan Castillo is a dark man. He’s dressed almost entirely in leather -- both for style and protection, and he sprawled on the too-yellow couch, one arm casually hanging over the back. In his free hand, he holds a pipe. It smolders idly, filling the room with a thick and bitter taste.
He doesn’t look up as Rufus enters. Instead, he keeps his eyes on the window and the courtyard beyond it. The courtyard’s statue rises as a shadow beyond the half-foggy glass. A great stone serpent is curled above the fountain’s dry pools.
Castillo takes a long drag of his pipe. ”Not my job,” he says, ”To keep the bastard alive.”
He lets the words hang there before he groans and leans his head back on the edge of the couch. ”It’ll be a trip getting paid,” he admits.
Another silence. His head lulls in a kind of drug-induced stupor. ”But I did my job just fine.”
Adjacent Locations:
Bathroom: You find an open-spaced, tiled bathroom with a basin sink and a claw-footed bathtub. The sink is still slightly wet.
Dining Room: A grand dining room table stretches out from end to end over a rug woven with diamond patterns. Sixteen chairs are pushed in along both edges. Two couches sit along the windows alcove and there are cabinets full of china along the eastern and western walls. Though the room is spotless, several china sets are missing. The table has very recently been cleaned. It still shines with cleaner and polish.
Game Room: Eight sets of armor stand vigil over the game room. They appear to have once been used in the Provo army, but they haven’t been used in some time. On one end is a fireplace, still hot with embers. Balls are scattered on the billiards table. The cards are placed around the game table in four hands. The remaining card deck has been scattered across the floor.
Yellow Lounge: The yellow lounge lives up to its name. Everywhere, there is a blinding yellow. The walls, the rug, the daisy flowers. Seated at one of the couches is Rowan Castillo, the mercenary hired to guard the manor.
[attr="class","vvoverlap"]Too much hope is the opposite of despair.
[attr="class","vvbody"]Rufus Shinra returned Vincent’s gaze coldly. But he seemed honest when he denied knowing anything about the sudden appearance of the body. There was no hint of deception on his face. He seemed just as surprised as the rest of them. Vincent decided there was nothing to do but cooperate and work with the former Shinra executive. They were in this together, unfortunately.[break][break] The other woman, the one who had so strangely managed to summon a tonberry earlier, approached him and Dagger at the piano. She seemed serious now as her eyes passed over the body. He listened to her observation closely, about the healed wounds being a distraction. Perhaps, it could make sense. There was clearly something strange at work here, even without the summoned body of de Lune. [break][break] Vincent furrowed his brow in confusion as Lumina went on, saying the children of Chaos look out for her. Chaos? She couldn’t mean--? Not Chaos, not the entity that used to inhabit Vincent’s own body. He thought about asking, even opened his mouth, but then decided it was irreverent right now. Asking about her cryptic statement wouldn’t help them solve the mystery and get out of this place. [break][break] But she was right that there was something else that looked key to solving the puzzle of this room. There, in the piano, was a wire glinting and shimmering in the firelight. Closer inspection revealed a red glowing light emanating from the device inside the piano. It seemed almost electronic, like the flickering on light of a computer or… a camera? Were they being watched right now? [break][break] The device looked small and adhered to the strings of the piano. He had no knife or other tool with which to easily remove them. “I don’t know exactly what these are,” he said in a soft voice. “But they look electronic. Either they’re watching or recording us, or when struck they trigger something to happen.” Vincent heavily disliked the thought of being recorded in this room and it seemed that there wasn’t much more that could be gathered from this room anyway. [break][break] He departed again, returning through the rotunda and the pounding rain. Rufus, it seemed, had chosen one of the rooms leading off the hallway. Vincent chose another, slowly pushing the door open to reveal a game room of a sort. Sets of armor loomed ominously, greeting him silently as he stepped inside. A fireplace with smoldering embers caught his gaze. Someone had been here recently. [break][break] The game table with four hands drew his thorough attention first. He walked to the table to see what these hands were. Why had they been left out, as if abandoned mid game?
The mercenary didn’t even bother lifting his head to acknowledge Rufus’s presence -- nor that he’d said anything. The young Shinra felt his feathers ruffled by the man’s ignorance and rude nature, but kept his biting remarks at bay. Clearly, the type of man before him was not one to show any real respect to anyone, or anything.
That, and he didn’t seem entirely sober.
Despite the room’s decor near blinding him, Rufus finally crossed the threshold and approached Castillo. Not too close, enough of a distance to be able to leap back if need be in case the man suddenly rose, but close enough to observe the little things. The mercenary’s breathing pattern. The smell of whatever he was smoking in his pipe. Blue eyes glanced toward the window Castillo had looked out of, but Rufus considered nothing out there to be of any real use.
Castillo’s words were … interesting. Rufus raised a curious eyebrow. It almost seemed like the man was admitting guilt to what happened to Jules de Lune. Or, at least, that he may have played a part in it. No, no, that was simply what Rufus wanted to hear. To find a culprit. Castillo could have had some other purpose that he was hired for. Something else to guard, or steal, or do.
Indeed, it was hard to get paid by a dead man.
“I’d hardly say any act performed here tonight was done 'fine',” Rufus let the words slip from his tongue, in an attempt to carefully corner the mercenary and glean more information from his drug-addled state, “Unless your job was to stand around uselessly and then get high once chaos erupted.”
Perhaps it was that simple. Castillo was nothing but a red herring.
Either way, Rufus felt much more comfortable interrogating a suspicious character than poking around hidden objects to satisfy his curiosity. After all, he knew firsthand how dangerous the most well-laid traps could be.
It's time for a new empire Go bury your demons, then tear down the ceiling Phoenix, fly
Post by Claire Farron on Jan 18, 2021 20:57:32 GMT -6
"Mystery"
"Something's not quite right, I sense foul play..."
She'd let Vincent investigate it first and once he was done, Lumina would play~ Examining the string and attempting to match it to the relative key (even if it meant moving the dearly departed a bit). From there, she'd attempt to match the other strings with devices on them. "If one string summoned Jules..." she thought with a coy smirk. Naturally, she'd press the other two and see what happens when all three were held down!
Oh sure, there was the feeling of dark magic in the room. That didn't phase her, after all, Tonberry was here! He'd be perched atop Lumina's head now, his lantern helping to shed a little light. If one wanted a sharp object to possibly cut the strings, then look no further! Lumina would only instruct Tonberry to do that if it proved necessary. Right now, they'd approach this scientifically (childishly). If things didn't lead to something exciting, cutting strings to take the devices out included. Lumina would finally move to a different room. There was the chance after all, that what they sought was in another room.
In which case, Lumina would go to where Rufus was, so as to not split up the party too much. Though she'd do nothing to announce her presence, just playfully wave.
tag: DMwords: xxx outfit: See post notes: Tempting fate~
As Lumina presses the keys, each one clicks in turn. It’s soft, almost imperceivable, but as each specific hammer strikes the corresponding strings, the device attached to them lights like the first. Once all of the devices are lit, there’s a short electronic beep. A turning of gears.
The metal plate in the fireplace slides open.
Inside rests a yellow gemstone with a black slit down the center resembling a cat’s eye. It’s tightly set into its metal case, but can be easily removed. There is nothing at first glance strange about the stone, and yet, on closer inspection it seems to carry a hint of magic at its core. Just a hint, however. No amount of study will activate it into anything useful.
This is all unbeknownst to Vincent and Rufus who have already launched into their own investigations. The game room meets Vincent with a kind of dusty emptiness. It feels thoroughly abandoned, and perhaps not often used. There is a cabinet with packs of cards, extra pool balls, and other assorted recreations that seems undisturbed. Another cabinet of various liquors has accumulated a thick layer of dust. Still, despite the atmosphere, the room has clearly been visited within the last hour.
The hands of cards are unreadable without knowledge of the game at hand. Each card is printed with a number and a picture of a moogle, tonberry, or other creature. In the center is the rest of the pack. Upon closer inspection, it seems that they were thrown down quickly and with great urgency. But when would anyone have had time to play? And why four with so few keepers of the house?
Castillo laughs at Rufus’ criticisms. It’s a hard, rough laugh that speaks of many years spent smoking the pipe in his hand. ”It was all exactly as it was supposed to be,” he says. ”No use keeping it under wraps.”
The broad man leans back, arms spread out over the back of the couch. ”Though it could have gone better for old de Lune. He wanted to handle it all himself. And you see how that turned out.”
Adjacent Locations:
Game Room: Eight sets of armor stand vigil over the game room. They appear to have once been used in the Provo army, but they haven’t been used in some time. On one end is a fireplace, still hot with embers. Balls are scattered on the billiards table. The cards are placed around the game table in four hands. The remaining card deck has been scattered across the floor.
Yellow Lounge: The yellow lounge lives up to its name. Everywhere, there is a blinding yellow. The walls, the rug, the daisy flowers. Seated at one of the couches is Rowan Castillo, the mercenary hired to guard the manor.
Blue Library: The blue library is, as its name suggests, a soft, powdery blue. Despite its size, the room feels constrictive, walled in by its endless rows of bookshelves all reaching from the floor to the ceiling. The titles are all related to magitechnological pursuits. Time manipulation, magical components of genetics, reality shifting. There are several desks, all but one neatly tucked away. At this desk sits the famed Doctor Susan Stein, a woman so busy at her work that she doesn't notice your entry.