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With the smell of blood still lingering in the air, you’ve been tasked with searching the manor for clues and suspects. ”He was a scholar,” the butler claims. ”He would want his death solved and his work found. I’m afraid it will be lost to the house forever.”
He doesn’t know anything about the whereabouts of his master’s research nor does he have any leads on the murder. Someone must have wanted it for themselves. Someone in the house. Perhaps one of you.
The manor could be dangerous, he warns. The killer is still on the loose, and two guests have already been spirited away. You must stay in groups for your own protection. If you’re to stray, well, who knows what might happen?
Graha, Cissnei, and Gau are sent to the entrance hall. This grand room is a marvel of marble floors and ornate greco-roman statues. Four chandeliers hang from the ceiling, flickering with their dim and insubstantial light. The room’s centerpiece is a massive statue of a griffon set atop a great stone pedestal. It faces the heavy oaken doors leading to the lawn. They are currently locked.
As the shock wears off, each of them notice something about themselves. G’raha has used a not insignificant amount of magic in the last hour. His gloves are singed with heat. In her suit pocket, Cissnei finds a carefully folded note written in her own handwriting. It says, “Search Armor For Eagle Crest.” Gau finds something odd stuck in his teeth. Meat? But it doesn’t taste like anything he’s eaten before. He tracks the same smell through the manor, coming from the Eastern Wing past the waiting room.
Gau, who had been snoozing in a corner, uncurled himself to find himself amongst two complete strangers, one of whom had a tail he couldn't help but want to swat around... oh, there were so many things he wanted to do at once! There was so much to explore in this hallway alone! There was open space to run around in, statues he could marvel tail at, not to mention tail a host of new tail tail tail scents tail tail including that strangely gamey one coming from mmmm tail the other room tail tail tail tail mlehhhhh...
What was that in his teeth? It must have been some sort of meat. Rat? Rabbit? Perhaps something larger, like wild boar or Rhodox? Gau couldn't seem to recall anything that had happened in the time between his arrival and his reawakening, let alone if there had been a rat in the house. Of course, there were SOME things he remembered. Celes was missing, and wasn't there something about a dead body? And what WAS that smell wafting over from over there? And who WERE these people? Could they have killed the person? And why did that one have such a long, enticing, swishing... he could resist it no longer. He had to pounce on it.
"'Scuse me, sir... can Gau touch your tail?"
Yes, there was possibly a murder afoot. But how could a boy with the attention span of a puppy possibly think too long about murders when there was exploring to do, things to see and touch and eat and destroy... and then there was the ever-present taaaaaaiiiilllll... The murder could wait, and so could the food.
Oh, and there was that one strange lady too. She could probably handle all the investigations while he wandered off to go trash the place.
Promise Me You'll Take me on your next Adventure. A Journey. Together. That's all I ask.
G'raha felt drained. His eyes fluttered open with a reluctance, and even then a large yawn exited him. As he came too he felt his hands were slightly warm. He had been practicing a little of his magic and had found it much harder when not summoning from the Crystal Towers strength, but why would he have worn himself out at a dinner party? The screams and rapid talking came quickly as he began to stand and saw the charred remains of the host. He immediately looked over to see if Emet-Selch was still in the room, and there he was standing as smugly as ever. He wanted to launch an accusation but stopped himself.
The butler was adamant that they all start exploring. It seemed rather odd that he wasn't in mourning, but he wondered if it was shock. He nodded even though he still watched Emet as he introduced himself to the red headed Hyur he was placed with. "G'raha Tia, pleasure even if the circumstances are less than." No he wouldn't press Emet for now. He would prove it was him or disprove it was him on his very own. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction of his suspicion. No, he would simply walk down to the entrance hall where he had been sent to go explore with his partner.
The hall was magnificent as he had remembered it. He tried to think further but his brain blurred and blended from the time he had talked with the Ascian to when he woke up. Strangely it had seemed everyone was out of sorts. What had happened? It looked as though an Eulmorian had designed it, but his eyes were drawn to the clean floor and the rather off center statue. All the beautiful depictions of man and woman sat to the side for a depiction of a beast. Personal taste? He wondered as the went down the stairs. "Even though I see no signs of footprints, we should at least look out onto the yards and see if there's any signs of an escape. It will help us narrow down whether the killer is still among us or came to do their deed and leave," he stated making his way to the front the the hall before trying at the doors.
"They're locked!" he exclaimed even as he tried the large doors for a second time. He pursed his lips and his ear flattened in concentration. "Who would have time to come lock the doors, and who would have a key?" He wondered aloud as he paced back to his companion. Of course his mind went immediately to Emet-Selch, but why would he want to trap them all in there. In fact it didn't seem there was anyone aside himself who even knew of the Ascian or what terrors he could conjure. Was this a game, a taunt? G'raha would play along, and in the off chance it wasn't the Ascian then justice would be served to the recently deceased regardless of who the murderer was.
G'raha was surprised when a child came up to him asking to touch his tail. This was becoming such a rather often occurrence, he began to wonder if this reflection had no Miqo'te on it whatsoever. Still, he looked down upon the child with a quizzical look and nodded. If it would calm him then perhaps it would be worth the momentary awkwardness of him touching such a tender part of his body. "Yes, but pray be gentle." he explained calming his tail so the child could pet it. His face blushed even so as he turned back to his companion.
"I do believe we should keep this child with us," he says holding his chin in his hands as his ears perk up as he thinks. "I would not be one to let an innocent be taken by the villainy of this evening." G'raha unfurled his hand as if offering a chance for any information. "The butler said that he was worried the scholar's knowledge would be lost to the house. A rather odd choice of words. Does he believe the house has a sentience of its own or that one the staff should have a fortune in finding it?" He muses out loud looking up at the statue the only non humanoid statue in the hall.
[attr="class","infoNotes"]I didn't mean for it to be this long. Cissnei is in professional, no nonsense investigator mode.
[attr="class","crashLyrics"]Servants and Suspects[break]you were hit by, you were struck by a smooth criminal
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Cissnei planned to dress up for the event. After all, wasn’t fine clothing appropriate when a Count requested your presence? Yet, she had only three days to get from Sonora to Provo. Worse, the Sonoran weather channel seemed to believe the weather would be stormy that night. It was a missed opportunity to dress her best, so she dressed in her Turk best instead. Her suit was neatly cleaned and pressed, before she left on the trip.
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The letter aimed to flatter. Cissnei doubted she was of much note, unless he needed something investigating or a problem solved. Maybe he did if he was gathering so many of these people of ‘power’ together. Maybe he simply wanted to see the oddities of Zephon - the displaced aliens. Were they merely curiosities to him?
[break][break] Whatever the reason, it piqued the ex-Turk’s interest. It certainly seemed an opportunity to not be missed by her and Emma. Sitting next to her female companion, her eyes took in the muddy forest scenery and the twisted branches of the trees. The curving path was dizzying itself. But it was the mansion’s overbearing presence that flashed her back to painful memories.
[break][break] Shinra Mansion.
[break][break] She felt her heart thumping hard in her chest. She remembered finding out Zack and Cloud were the ‘specimens’ that escaped the mansion. It had made her take a step back. Made her realize that even darker Shinra secrets were being kept from her. As she raided the manor for answers, she had to make a difficult decision. Shoot Veld right there, as directed to by the Shinra executives. Or aid him in his efforts to save his daughter, which was the conflict of interest that caused him to defect.
[break][break] Yes.. So many painful memories and hard choices were made that day, including her defiance to Tseng just prior that visit.
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But this was Moonwhisper Manor with Count Jules de Lune. Her eyes scanned the building and lawn to map it out in her mind, before greeting the butler at the door. It seemed she arrived too close to the specified time. Drinks were brought on and the host would let no one refuse. It felt overly generous of the host. Too generous. Her eyes lowered to her glass to study the fluid inside, but they were eager to all have them participate in the toast.
[break][break] The next thing she knew, she was cursing herself. What had caused such a slumber? Her mind was hazy and dark. Her eyes darted to the old grandfather clock and it seemed she lost an hour by its chime. Though the butler swore they were all awake.
[break][break] Did she drink too much? She doubted it with how careful she was in these situations. Was it GHB? Rohypnol? Ketamine? Chloroform? She tried to touch through the usual Turk arsenal.
[break][break] Worse, it seemed there were three unfortunates to this incident, even though all the guests suffered amnesia with their glasses mysteriously vanished. The host himself was stabbed and charred. Well that was unfortunate. It gave her another reminder of Nibelheim. A clear hit job with an attempt to burn away the evidence. She wondered why both a stab and burn? Was one used to cover the actual methodologies of the kill? Had he also had a drink?
[break][break] Two other persons were missing. Cissnei knew Celes from her day at the beach with her. She doubted she was a person easily taken captive. Faris she knew nothing of. She was relieved Emma was not among the victims. No one would have survived Cissnei's wrath if her female Turk companion had been.
[break][break] She seemed relatively unphased as screams of terror and confusion rang through the ballroom. She had seen enough dead bodies to not be upset and found the idea of a killer among them thrilling. Unable to leave, it seemed Cissnei had no choice but to investigate. Perhaps, if she did well, it would do good for her Investigative Agency’s reputation.
[break][break] Ochre eyes studied the butler, who obviously wants his master’s death solved (or did he). Who would want a scholar dead? And what was he studying - other dimensions and rifts? Things that could be useful to the participants here. Especially those that wanted back to their home worlds. But why would they kill a man that could help them?
[break][break] She studied Saal for a moment, before asking “Mr. Lambert, what exactly did the Count research?” The butler didn’t know where his master’s research lay, but surely the Count said something about it. “And may I inspect his injuries? Or will you tell me of them?” She knew he was burned and stabbed. But by what? Maybe that could lead to who.
[break][break] She reached into her hidden pocket inside her blazer to reach for her pad of paper and pen, when something loose slid against. Her eyes lowered to the note and pad she pulled out of her blazer. She unfolded the note to read it. She obviously wrote it. What had she meant? Was there some decorative armor? Or was she looking for someone with an eagle crest on them.
[break][break] She was ushered off into the entrance hall by the butler and a male voice broke her reverie. She responded to the warm greeting. “Mr. Tia, it’s a pleasure to work with you. My name is Cissnei.” She looked up from her notepad to see the male with feline features attached to him and bizarre robes. Another scholar? Or simply a mage? It certainly seemed rude to make comments about one’s physical features upon a first meeting.
[break][break] She noticed him eying someone back in the ballroom and followed his gaze to see someone who seemed familiar, but she couldn't place a finger on it. “Are you eying someone? Do you know him?” She went back to study her note again, before tucking it back into her breast pocket. She let this ‘Gau’ child do as he will the other man’s tail as she took in their surroundings. She had one hand on her hip and a knuckle pressed to her lip.
[break][break] Her eyes searching the greco-roman statutes for any eagle crest. She winced as she watched him try to open the doors. There went any possibilities of fingerprints. “I doubt there would be any evidence outside. It’s probably washed away. Plus I heard the roads are now flooded. Unless our suspect can swim, I doubt he is out there.” It was not worth their time and she felt any tracks in the entrance hall would be mingled by any who entered the house. “Though I wonder if the butler locked the door for our safety or if the killer locked us in for the fun.”
[break][break] The griffon wasn’t an eagle, but it had the head of an eagle. She moved to search the statue for any clues. Did it open something? Did it hide something? G’raha spoke to her again, “Hm?” Her eyes lowered to the feral child. To her, it looked like the wild thing could take care of itself. “Of course, Mr. Tia. He seems to have taken a liking to you. I’m not sure he will be leaving your side anytime soon.” She gave a soft chuckle at the sight. “Besides, we were all told to stick together. I won’t let either of you out of my sight, don’t worry.” Not while they were suspects. She preferred to keep those close.
[break][break] She looked up to G’raha as he stepped closer to study the statute with her. “I don’t know what he means. I assumed it was meant that Count Jules de Lune simply hid his research in some secret area of the mansion. But maybe there is something more. It sounded like he studied rifts, and it's possible the house is unstable too. We could go back and ask, Mr. Lambert to clarify.”
[break][break] Her eyes went to his robes and she studied them more closely. “What do you know of an eagle crest?” She decided to ask. He was still a suspect, but she decided it could not be too harmful to ask. Did Count Jules de Lune’s houseguest have armor? He was a mercenary, was he not? “I don’t know if we’ll find answers in the entrance hall. I think it would be best to try another room. Maybe even find the count’s house guest, Mr. Castillo, I believe his name is. I think I saw him in this direction...” She left the statute to leave toward the Breakfast room. “Unless we have other suggestions?”
[attr="class","mini"]i think i will cause problems on purpose
[attr="class","nighty"] Gau
[attr="class","wensday"] With an eager yip, Gau pounced on the man's tail— G'raha, was it?— and began aimlessly swatting it around. Oh, how soft it was... such a wonderful feel in his hands! However, there was still a murder happening, and he had to pay attention. He sat there, half-alert, still fidgeting with his silky-soft catch.
...something something Count Jules de Lune... something something research... blah blah blah blah eagle crest... So many words, all of them swirling around in Gau's head... it was getting to be too much. The only thing that remained constant was the rhythmic back-and-forth motions of him swatting G'raha's tail. With each swat, the words faded further into white noise.
Why was he even here anymore? Was there food? Well, obviously there was food, but it was almost like he was summoned here for some reason. He had wandered off during the explanation of why everyone had been gathered. His brain wasn't made for this kind of stuff. It wasn't comfortable being a human amongst other humans; the world of men was far too orderly and monotone for a wild creature. It was made for listening for small sounds in the grass, pinpointing exactly what it was that made that sound. Now everything was happening at once: all those sounds and sights, and... sniff sniff… that smell!
Suddenly it hit him— there was 'sploring to be done! He had to alert the others; he'd probably get lost on his own. In a brief moment of clarity, he dropped G'raha's tail and sprang to his feet.
"Guys-guys-guys-GUYS!" he exclaimed, bounding over to the eastern door. "Gau smell something! A clue maybe? C'mon, let's check it out, uawoo!"
At least his primal brain functions were good for SOMETHING around here. It may not have shown at first, but it WAS useful in finding things. Maybe it could help him, G'raha and... oh, what was her name again?... Cissnei out in their mysterious plight.
Cissnei didn’t have long to question the butler before she was ushered out of the hall, however in that time, he didn’t ignore her. He looked distracted, still too distraught over the body to think quite clearly. ”His research?” he echoed. ”It was on…” he stopped, rearranging his thoughts. ”Dimensional rifts. Time. The work of old gods. That’s why he wanted to speak with all of you. He’s very interested in how you came to be.”
With an obvious air of pain, he gave permission to inspect the body -- though really, he thought that searching the mansion was of utmost importance. Though Cissnei didn’t have time to make a full inspection, Cissnei could make out a few details on sight. The stab wound was made by a sword -- not in a slashing motion, but a stabbing one. It appeared to have impaled him through the abdomen. His face was so badly burned that it distorted it down one side. Strangely, the burn seemed to extend down his neck below his suit jacket which is untouched.
The griffon statue looms over the hall, watching them with ruby eyes inset into the stone about twenty feet above them. Along the statue’s base, the dais is inset with its own decorations. To the right is a pentagonal plate inscribed with the image of a lion. In the center, another plate with a griffon. On the left, there is a pentagonal space with no metal plate. Each plate appears to be removable.
Adjacent Locations:
The Breakfast Room: Though not the grand dining room, the breakfast room is quite cozy and grand in its own right. Ten chairs encircle a long table -- not currently set for guests. Weak candlelight sets the room in shadow. Though there are no plates or silverware, bottles of wine are gathered at the center of the room next to an array of crystal glasses. One bottle is open.
The Waiting Room: This room is cold and lifeless with only a vase of flowers to decorate it. Three couches face each other awkwardly. The storm rages against the windows, rattling the glass and obscuring the view with fog. Two bookshelves line one wall. The far door leads to the cloak room. The strange meat smell continues down this way.
Promise Me You'll Take me on your next Adventure. A Journey. Together. That's all I ask.
G'raha's ear perked and suspicion set in as soon as he heard what the research was about. The kind of research was dangerous to flaunt about as having or knowing about. Old gods? Was he referring to primals, Hydaelyn and Zodiark, or perhaps this world prayed to their own gods as well? Still it didn't sit well with him especially since he hadn't any real chance to talk to the man before his untimely death. More worrying was even if the Ascian among them was innocent, that research may prove invaluable to learning how they were summoned here, and he could not allow him to find a way to bring more of his supposedly dead friends back with him. A shudder ran through him at the idea that Emet-Selch, Elidibus, and Lahabrea may have a chance at resurrection on a new world. No....he needed to find it first and fast.
Speaking of Emet-Selch he blinked in surprise as Cissnei asked if they knew each other. G'raha wished he still had his cloak to hide his lips pursing and the wheels of his mind turning as he came to a sensible answer. "We've met. Rubbed me the wrong way. Surprised to see him here." It was truthful in ever aspect without being too specific. Although he did want to warn everyone out loud. Knowing the Ascian, he would do something snarky and awful just to prove G'raha right. He couldn't put these strangers in danger.
G'raha was relieved when the child was gentle with his tail. It was still be a distracting though even as he did his best to pay attention to the statue and Cissnei. "Odd," he noted pointing to the insignia. "There's a plate missing," He presses softly into the Griffon medallion but nothing happens. He hmms before pulling at the Lion medallion placing it in his bag. "Perhaps there's a lion statue somewhere that this will be of better use. Keeping with themes and what not," he explained as he secretly worried someone else may have the third and who knows what may happen if the statue was completed and he were not present? A secret staircase? Perhaps something would drop from the griffon's mouth. The Crystal Tower had informed him that anything was possible with magic and architectural know how.
Quite suddenly he felt as though he was being pulled two different ways. He had begun to follow Cissnei before the child darted off with an epiphany. G'raha stopped, closed his eyes, and began to sniff the air his ears twitching as he did so. It was faint but there was definitely a soft pungent meaty smell he couldn't place wafting about that wasn't charred flesh. "There is a smell indeed. I think we should follow him so he doesn't get lost, and I don't suggest we split up unless absolutely necessary," he explained, but more importantly he couldn't quite place his finger on that meat smell. He had smelled the flesh of many a downed monster and had eaten quite a few delicacies, but this he couldn't tell was savory or putrid. Perhaps a clue? Perhaps dinner? He couldn't remember if they ate or not as he followed Gau towards the waiting room.
[attr="class","infoNotes"]Not a great post. My brain is sleepy, but I put something together.
[attr="class","crashLyrics"]Servants and Suspects[break]You've been hit by, You've been struck by a smooth criminal
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She listened carefully to the butler. It seemed the Count’s research was indeed to be of use to many people. They were all gathered there for his curiosity and maybe to further his research. Would they have been the subjects to his research as well? And more importantly, was someone trying to stop the research or take it for their own? She could see both scenarios. Or perhaps it was neither. The facts had to speak for themselves, and she would rather see them than speculate. [break][break] And these injuries seemed suspicious. He was certainly stabbed with a blade larger than a knife. But were his clothes switched after death? Or was this magic sophisticated enough to only burn flesh. [break][break]
There was really no time to ponder it, as they were filtered out into their current situation. [break][break]
G’raha seemed tilted at the mere mention of the man he kept looking back at. Her head fell to the side in knowing interest. In truth, the other man seemed very familiar, yet she could not quite put a finger on why. “Seemed he rubbed your fur in the wrong direction. If possible, don’t let it cloud your judgement for this situation.” It was easy to point fingers, but harder to discern the truth. [break][break] She turned to look at the missing insignia he pointed out. “Maybe this is for the eagle crest I’m looking for?” Though she was pleasantly surprised at his quick thinking and she gave a smile. “Excellent idea. We can always return back to this room.” She just could not fathom what else to do in this room, and the way to activate the statue seemed to be absent from here. Not even a rug to look under. For now, it was probably best to try another room. [break][break] Out of the blue, something seemed to excite that feral child. Before anyone could stop him, he was out of the room. Before she could even go into the Breakfast room, Gau was already running into the Waiting Room. [break][break] Her eyes turned to G’raha who seemed to be the final deciding factor in this case. He too seemed to have a better nose than her, and decided to head after Gau. Cissnei wondered if the two would notice if she went the opposite way and split from the party. Deciding G’raha seemed particularly observant, she trailed in after them into the waiting room. “What’s this odd smell? Is it the same as the corpse?” You know. Magically burnt flesh. [break][break] Her eyes found the bookshelf. While her two partners did some sniffing, she began to eye the bookshelves. Were they organized a certain way? Were out any seemingly disturbed or out of place? What were the subjects of these books?
The lion engraved plate is easily removed. It has a certain weight in Graha’s hands, but feels otherwise unremarkable. There is a nearly inaudible click as it is removed. Nothing else changes -- at least nothing that is immediately apparent to the eye.
Th waiting room is cold and lifeless with only a vase of flowers to decorate it. Three couches face each other awkwardly. The storm rages against the windows, rattling the glass and obscuring the view with fog. Two bookshelves line one wall. The far door leads to the cloak room. The strange meat smell continues down this way.
The smell is not the same as the corpse. It doesn’t smell of rot, but as it grows stronger in the waiting room, it does smell of death. And blood though even that feels slightly odd. It’s not human blood.
The texts on the bookshelves are mostly uninteresting. Still, there is a common theme among them. Dimensional theory. The mechanics of magic. There is a title mixed in among them from the Sonoran Scientific Academy titled, ’Advanced Genetic Theory.’ There is nothing else of particular note about the shelves. The books have been dusted recently.
Adjacent Locations:
The Cloak Room: This room is dark and cramped with lines of shelves. There are no windows and no candles. The only light comes from the open door of the waiting room. There are coats here, and yes, cloaks. Do these all belong to the de Lune family? It seems unlikely, and in fact, several of them are wet with rain. Do they belong to the guests? You don’t remember hanging your coat (if you had one) in this room.
The East Hallway: Candles are set into the wall here -- all lit. Rivulets of wax drip down them from the wick. This wing is meant primarily for servants, storage, and other practical matters. Directly adjacent to the cloak room are the men’s servant quarters, the butler’s bedroom, and the servant’s hall. The hallway also connects to the pantry, the women’s servant quarters, and the bedroom of Primrose Ware, the maid who was present when you woke. The odd smell leads to the storage room.
[attr="class","mini"]i think i will cause problems on purpose
[attr="class","nighty"] Gau
[attr="class","wensday"] It is commonly known that though one may have tamed a feral creature, they still cannot leave behind the urge to run wild as they once did. And here Gau was, surrounded by books he could easily tear into confetti. He was starting to show the telltale signs of impatience: pupils dilating, legs jittering, claws bared, whole body vibrating... there was no denying it. It was time to go full-on silly mode.
In no time at all, he launched himself at one of the bookcases, knocking sacred tomes of knowledge to the floor and sending their yellowed pages flying. And oh, how hypnotically they fluttered, like butterflies on a gentle summer breeze! Just the sight sent Gau leaping and pawing maniacally at them, clawing and shredding and rolling in what once was Count de Lune's prized reading material. For a moment, he completely forgot about the murder.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the others, who were probably very disappointed in him. Honestly, why did it matter anyway if they were disappointed? He was having the time of his life in the shredded-paper hellhole. Still senseless with excitement, he shook off the shreds of paper and beckoned them to come and join the revelry.
"Nyahaaaaa! G'raha, Cissnei, look! It's snowing!!!" For extra effect, he tossed some of his handmade "snow" into the air. As far as he knew, they probably weren't too keen on the idea of frolicking in property damage. Especially Cissnei, who had carried an air of unbearable seriousness from the time Gau first saw her. Tch, she was no fun anyway. But maybe, juuuuust maybe, G'raha would come join him. G'raha was at least part cat, right? And cats loved playing with things that flew around when batted at. And more than ever, Gau was itching for a playmate.
So there Gau stood, anxiously awaiting an answer. In his expectant silence, the same familiar scent of unknown meat filled his nostrils... sharp, pungent, metallic... blood, but not human blood. Something was definitely going on in the storage room...
