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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?
Keimusho, Genesis, Vossler, and Lycoris have been tasked with a thorough search of the second floor. The double staircases lead to a second story landing. The floors echo here, reaching up to a high ceiling lit by crystal chandeliers. From here, From here, there are several paths to explore: the bathroom, two hallways, the parlor, and another staircase up to the third story ballroom balcony.
This final staircase leads to a thin landing outside a set of heavy oaken doors supposedly leading into the ballroom balcony. The doors, however, are currently locked.
As the shock wears off, each of them notice something about themselves. Enma’s head is as muddled as Keimusho’s, but the spirit has a vague feeling that something terrible happened that has something to do with chaos and monsters. While the effect is subtle, Genesis’ rapier is scorched with ash. Blood stains one long edge of the sword though it blends well into the blade’s decorative red color. Vossler’s sword has a dried red tint from point to about halfway down the blade. The effect is hard to notice, however, as the blood has been dulled by rainwater. Lycoris' clothes are frayed with burnt edges. Her shoulder is sore.
Of the two that have gone missing, they are merely names without faces. It is the general hope that they will be found before becoming names with lifeless bodies attached to them. Never before has she felt Alexander's dislike of drinking something poured by another more than this moment. Ah, but she has little reason to believe it is indeed the drinks that caused time to go missing. They were pushed onto everyone, yet that does not mean everyone drank from them.
Two of the people in the party fail to trigger any memories in her mind. One of them, however, does, and she's quick to make her way to hover near Vossler as they begin to search for clues. An acquaintance that left a positive impression is far better than trying to figure this whole mess out single-mindedly.
The pain in her shoulder doesn't warrant calling for Rina in moments like this. If anything, the fae's panicked screeching would only make everything harder. She moves forward while rolling it back to try to shake out some of the soreness, immediately going for the doors to the balcony.
"Locked?" Her head tilts to the side. Turning, she looks over at the state of the others, and nods. "There may be something in the air. There might be a device of sorts that has spread a gas. A scent, or... something." Lycoris raises a hand to her head, wincing. "Apologies. Things are a bit muddy."
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Post by Keimusho Onishi on Oct 8, 2020 10:25:13 GMT -6
Seven hells. The ninja came to this manor to potentially learn more about his circumstances and now his mind was foggy. In addition, the count that invited him here was murdered and two of the guest went missing. His initial thought was that it may have been the missing guests, but eliminated that possibility when he heard the names. The names Faris was completely foreign, but if he recalled correctly then Celes was the name of the Dragonblade's co-leader. That only left the manor's butler, maid, and gardener. Or the remaining guests.
"Enma do you by chance remember what occured?" Keimusho asks the Anima. "I'm afraid not boss. My mind is just as cloudy as yours but I do have this incy wincy feeling that monsters are involved somehow," Enma responds. It was not enough to go off of.
"There may be something in the air. There might be a device of sorts that has spread a gas. A scent, or... something," the brown haired woman said. "I would have to disagree with that," the shinobi says gesturing towards Enma. "If his memory is as muddled as ours then a gas wouldn't have caused it," the ninja says. Enma lacked a tangible body so he doubted that a gas would have any affect on him.
"I speculate that this is more likely some sort of magic that caused it. Either way we will have to remain cautious... and we won't be finding out the truth anytime soon if we dawdle for too long," Mu says.
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“The butler and the piano then,” Genesis agreed on the group’s course of action, though he couldn’t help but scowl at the armored man’s speculations about what had been going on with the count. It wasn’t something to get into with three near strangers, but he had a particular loathing for those who abused scientific experiments and pushed the boundaries with people’s lives. The flecks of blood that had been on his sword suddenly made more sense, and he muttered his displeasure as they approached the entrance hall.
“Why do we even care what happened to the count then? If you ask me, it looks like we all killed him, and probably for good reason,” Genesis complained before noticing the blond man standing with his back to them as he examined the griffon statue in the center of the room. The man was tall and well-built and seemed to be some kind of soldier based on the blue armor he wore. Genesis had never met him before, but he recognized the man from his brief jump down into the ballroom.
“Oh, it’s you. What happened to your companions? Or is that man with the streak in his hair still setting fire to the building?” Genesis had accused that mysterious figure enough times that he was starting to believe his own lie that the man had been the one to set the balcony on fire rather than Genesis himself. That was for the best really. The best lies were always the ones that you believed yourself.
“Ripples form on the water’s surface / The wandering soul knows no rest,” he quoted for his own benefit before turning back to the blond man almost as an afterthought. “Oh yes, is that butler still in the parlor? Muscles here has a question for him,” he explained while gesturing to his armored companion.
The evening at the manor was less than ideal for the Dalmascan. What was supposed to be a party to meet new acquaintances and develop political connections with a member of Zephon’s upper class instead turned into a murder mystery where every patron was a suspect. Including Vossler himself. A violent execution of the Count was not something that Vossler would commit. Or, at least not willingly commit. There was something wrong with the entire setting. Each person had small clues that made them suspicious. From the evidence of fire on Genesis and Lycoris, to the ninja who seemed to have some knowledge on the matter. And even with his blade on his back, Vossler could feel that something on his body would make the others feel the same about him. As the butler, who was also oddly withdrawn from his master’s activities, gave them their tasks, Vossler’s group broke away from the larger party and made their way to the second floor. The mansion itself was massive, and the task of exploring the entirety of just one floor would take some time. If the killer was among them, it would complicate things further. Lycoris was the only familiar face among the group. Despite only one encounter with the woman, and it being for a very short time in a bar, she seemed to gravitate towards the Dalmascan. “It is too early to rule out those possibilities,” he said, interjecting into the conversation about magic and gas causing the blackout. “On Ivalice, there is a Mist that is capable of not only summoning beasts, but influencing those who are receptive to magical influences.” The knight’s arms folded with one hand coming up to stroke the hairs on his chin. “I don’t like create speculations without some sort of evidence. But if this is really the cause, then it may be a combination of the two. Some sort of... manufactured Mist with magical properties?” He didn’t know if Mist existed on other realms, but this theory was purely based off of his experiences back on his home world. As the group shared their thoughts, the man in red decided that it would be best to enter the locked room. It seemed to lead to the ballroom balcony, which could give them an advantage of overseeing a large area within the manor. However, Vossler thought that looking for some kind of private study or library would be more practical for locating the Baron’s research. “I would prefer not to destroy the home of the deceased,” he said with a sigh after hearing the request to help break down the door. “But given the circumstances—“ As Genesis finished trying to kick the door down, Vossler would follow up with taking a sprinter’s stance. The Dalmascan alone weighed over 200 pounds, and his armor added another 40-50 in weight. He believed their should be more than enough mass behind his large frame to break the door down. After a moment to prepare himself, Vossler darted at the wooden door. His heavy footsteps banged on the wooden floor like war drums that increased in intensity with every beat, and his armor clanged in a way that it sounded like it was falling down stairs. The tanned man put all of his speed and strength into the short sprint and threw his shoulder into the locked door, hoping it would break before his shoulder would.
The second story landing leads to several rooms -- the parlor, the bathroom, two hallways, and the guest quarters. Instead, the party decides to force open the only door that is locked. Doubtlessly there are secrets inside, and while there might be a key to find throughout the second story, it is far simpler for a knight and a mako-enfused Soldier to bypass the trouble. The doors might be heavy, but it’s only metal and wood.
At the combined force of a Soldier’s boot and a knight’s armored weight, it bursts open in a shower of debris and wood dust. Vossler’s shoulder feels half-deadened from the impact and he will sustain a deep bruise. Genesis may have fractured his foot. Still, the wager was made, and the way forward is clear.
Before them is the third floor of the ballroom. The balcony forms a circle around the room’s exterior with a railing separating the guests from the sheer three story drop below. All around, the high stained glass windows reach up towards the cavernous, domed ceiling. From here, you can see the mosaic which patterns it -- depicting a great dragon emerging from the heavens at the command of a black-robed wizard.
The balcony clearly once had a certain grandeur. Now it looks like the scene of a battlefield.
Blood smears the marble floors along the far side. The railing is smashed into splinters in several places, revealing the drop below. There are glass shards and loose tiles and puncture marks in the floor and walls. Below, you hear the faint, echoed voices of the party which remained in the ground floor ballroom -- Caius, Emma, Emet-Selch, and the butler.
"Wait, there is--"no need for that, Lycoris is unable to finish saying. How quickly and assertively two of them acted; the door that stood before them no longer served as a barrier to prevent them from seeing things from a different view. There may have been a key in a room to unlock it without force, but there isn't anything wrong with this approach if they find something. Unless either of the two men injured themselves because of it.
She's quick to move forward and begin checking the little details left behind what seems to have been a fight. In the time they all lost, had they begun to fight each other? A possibility to not rule out. Two down below stand out to her. The butler, whom her focus mostly rests on, and a man with two-toned hair. She can't place her finger on it, just that something about him bothers her. Best not to pay it much mind for now.
"Do you remember what the butler said? That when he went to stoke the fires fifteen minutes before returning to find a crime scene, we were there. That means that all of this took place within that fifteen minute time frame. But, if the bell chiming does not lie, I am missing more time than that. This is also assuming we are not being lied to and misled." Too many variables. Too many things unknown. The mosaic on the ceiling with the dragon and wizard pricks at her mind.
She kneels, checking the glass shards and loose tiles to see if anything can be found among them. A piece of fabric perhaps, or something that stands out. "Is there anywhere in particular anyone wishes to check out?"
Post by Keimusho Onishi on Oct 12, 2020 10:41:39 GMT -6
The two men forced the ballroom balcony doors open. "Good thinking. Busting the door open has saved us the time trying to search for a key," the Au Ra says. There was no telling how scarce the time they had truly was. There was no telling what could be happening to the two missing guests or if the murderer was planning to commit another in his wake. Inside of the balcony was evidence of a likely skirmish. "Sheesh something definitely went down in here!" Enma blurts out as soon as the Anima saw what was behind the doors. Blood and glass shards were scattered across the floor. It made the fact that the room was locked ever more suspicious. The woman would voice her suspicions of the butler or at least the butler's earlier statement. "Much can happen in fifteen minutes, though it is completely plausible that he did indeed lie about what occured. This alone however, isn't enough to go on. I'd suggest we investigate the remaining rooms on the floor. Perhaps the bedrooms would be a good start?"
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The brunette woman and even the man in armor seemed a bit exasperated at his choice to kick the locked door in, but really. Who had time to search for a key in a situation like this? Anyway, his SOLDIER training hadn’t exactly come with a lot of diplomacy. Setting things on fire first and asking questions later sort of came with the territory. Even Sephiroth couldn’t argue that, though he’d probably try. He never seemed to like agreeing with Genesis for some reason. He was always so unreasonable.
As his heeled boot connected against the wood, he felt something in his foot give with a jolt of pain. Perhaps Genesis had underestimated the weight behind the double doors that were locked together, though they at least shattered open as the man in armor ran up to help him. Genesis stumbled forward from the impact and fell against the balcony railing as pain radiated up his foot. He’d had far worse during his days as a SOLDIER First-Class of course, but that didn’t stop him from being as dramatic as possible about it.
“Pride is lost / Wings stripped away, the end is nigh,” he quoted from Loveless so that they would all be aware he was dying from his heroic sacrifice. Gingerly placing some weight on his injured foot, he watched the others start examining the macabre scene around them. The girl pointed out that she was missing a lot more time than the fifteen minutes the butler had claimed, which was a fair point. Genesis himself found that he couldn’t remember at least an hour, though he had drunk a fair bit of champagne before his memories faded.
The masked man had been the only to agree with Genesis’ plan of smashing open the doors, which made him his favorite of the group at the moment, so he shrugged in agreement at the man’s suggestion of what they should investigate next. “The bedrooms aren’t a bad plan next. While I may I have dismissed finding the key to this place, I do have to wonder who felt the need to lock the door after a bloody battle took place…” It was odd and suggested that perhaps some of the staff were involved in the cover-up. Perhaps finding the key would lead them closer to the perpetrator after all.
Turning his attention to the smashed railing, Genesis eyed the three-story drop to the ballroom below, wondering if perhaps the count had been pushed if the battle had taken place up here. Well, only one way to find out he supposed.
“I think I’ll inspect the drop before we move on,” he had the grace to warn them, though he didn’t suspect this group would miss him during his brief absence. Their loss, really.
Unfurling his wing, Genesis hopped off the broken ledge and quickly slowed his descent to see what he could glean from his surroundings until he’d touched down in the ballroom below. The three people that had remained with the butler were unfamiliar to him, though he did pause to squint at the woman who was dressed in a suit. He’d forever associate that damn piece of clothing with the Turks.
“Don’t mind me. Carry on,” he said, trying to judge if anything on the floor could have fallen from above before flying back up to join the other three.
The plan to break down the door was successful, despite the minor injuries to his shoulder and to Genesis's foot. The incident did pose a bit of an issue, however. Two members of the group sustained injures, yet there were no offers of aid to alleviate them. Did the party lack a medic or healer? It made Vossler concerned about any possible dangers that they may encounter in the future. The area on the other side of the door certainly had seen better days. "This wasn't quite what I was expecting," Vossler said to himself after seeing the balcony area. Like the others stated, it definitely seemed as if a fight took place. "A skirmish, for sure. But," he paused and looked around to survey the area, "there is no corpse. Blood, burns, and other damage-- but not a cadaver in sight." He made his way towards the edge of the railing and peered over it to see the group below. Once Genesis descended, the Dalmascan had an idea. "I believe this may be where Sir De Lune slain." Vossler's head turned back towards the others before signaling them to come closer. "His body was bloodied and burnt, correct? The wounds correspond with the evidence here. He was stabbed, either before or after being immolated, and fell off of the balcony." The ex-knight looked over the railing once more to focus on the balcony floor. It was quite the distance down, but still survivable for anyone not stabbed through the chest. "Is--is this why we had awoken down there? Did we fall, too?" Only a moment before Genesis returned up to their position, Vossler turned head turned away and sighed. There was a mental battle to regain his memory of the events that occurred, but in the end he only muttered a short statement. "What did we do?"
