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As Lycoris examines them, she finds that the glass shards were blasted outwards from the rising dais in the center of the ballroom. The combination stone and glass column reaches up towards the center of the domed ceiling, and while most of it remains intact on the higher levels, some of it was blown out even this high up. Looking down, you find that it is completely shattered on the lower levels.
Also looking down, you find that the crystal which was hovering in the middle of that dais when you left that ballroom has now been spirited away.
The tiles are scattered, uprooted, and loose. It seems that many of them were struck with a great downwards precision by a thin weapon. While searching for fabric, you find tufts of white fur and a few black feathers.
A man calls something from below, but the words are indistinct and echo around the domed ceiling. You catch the words, ’uncultured’ and ’abode.’
As Genesis floats down to the ballroom, he finds that the railings are smashed inwards and no wooden shards were thrown out over the side. The dais’ glass column has been entirely destroyed near the bottom, and cracks have snaked their way all the way to the top, periodically losing more shattered glass. The glass was shattered outwards.
Genesis’ feet touch the ballroom floor. There are four people still there: a strangely dressed nobleman, a fighter, the butler, and a woman in a suit. The crystal which you’d caught a glimpse of only seconds before is now missing.
None of the destruction above is reflected on the ground floor ballroom.
Genesis makes it easily back to the third floor. The trashed room hasn’t changed since he left it.
Adjacent Locations:
Parlor Room: The parlor is dimly lit by candles melting on a cabinet along the wall. To one side is a china cabinet displaying plates and silverware. To another is a table and comfortable looking armchair. A bottle of wine sits on this table with two glasses, half full. A portrait hangs on one wall of a man who looks suspiciously like Jules de Lune.
Main Bathroom: This bathroom is meant for large numbers of guests relieving themselves from ballroom parties. Fresh linens are set out for your arrival. Several toilet stalls are set into the wall. A mirror hangs over the sinks. It has been covered by a sheet.
West Wing Hallway: The west wing hallway leads to the multitude of guest rooms where you would have stayed. Windows along the inner quadrant show an aerial view of the western courtyard. You remember that the servants had claimed to bring whatever possessions you’d travelled with up to these rooms.
East Wing Hallway: The east wing hallway leads to the quarters of permanent guests. Its current resident is the scholar Susan Stein. Windows along the inner quadrant show an aerial view of the eastern courtyard.
As she breaks away from their little group -- close enough to raise her voice for attention at the slightest thing, but far enough so she can investigate the bathroom while others pick the room of their choice -- that lingers with her. Judging from what they saw, it makes some of the pieces of the puzzle add up. The burned fringes on her attire, the soreness in her shoulder. Getting caught in the whirlwind of magic and tumbling down from that height would certainly hurt. If she could trust herself of an hour ago to break an impact with her magicks, then it would spare her from the worst of it.
The main bathroom, just a bit east of the balcony, doesn't seem to have any sort of unusual quirks about it, beyond the size. Their gracious host is no stranger to parties... and no stranger to the finer things in life. Absently she walks with exaggerated steps to help judge the size of the location better. No one ran off to wash their hands clean of their sin of murder, or if they did, they cleaned the floor thoroughly behind them.
But the mirror, oh, the mirror. How it stands out like a sore thumb. Those from the void were very, very fond of mirrors, of this she knew a little too well. Grasping the cloth, she gives it a tug to try to reveal the mirror. Has it been shattered? Strange sigils marked on it? A splash of blood? With the way her imagination is beginning to get the best of her, she hopes it to be completely and utterly fine.
Yet still, why would the mirror be covered at a party where people were meant to freshen up? It doesn't add up.
Post by Keimusho Onishi on Oct 23, 2020 23:45:02 GMT -6
The Au Ra stepped out of the ballroom balcony in order to search the bedrooms as he suggested earlier. He initially contemplated on which side of the floor to search first, until he saw Lycoris head towards the bathroom. In order not to stray to far from the others he headed towards the East Wing Hallway in order to make his way to the Lady's Bedroom.
As he opened the bedroom Enma asks, "Anything that I can do boss?" That prompted a question, what was it that Enma could do in this case? As harsh as it sounds, he was simply a glorified weapon that could talk. However, the anima's aetherial form did prompt an idea. "Enma could you phase through the objects in this room?" the shinobi asked. It only made sense since that form was intangible, but he never as the shinobi mostly found himself in combat situations, he'd never though of utilizing him in such a manor. "No problemo," the anima responded. "Perfect. This could speed up the investigation process. Help me look through the room. Prioritize looking through small spaces and objects such as any boxes. Notify me of anything you see," he instructs. The ninja, hoping that Enma would look in locations that weren't so obvious, searched through the more conventional locations in the room such as the drawers.
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“What did we do?” The man in armor seemed troubled by the implications of the bloodied room, thought maybe that wasn’t surprising given his appearance. He looked like a knight that had stepped straight out of a play, so it was probably against his honor to kill an innocent man. If indeed the count was so innocent.
“What we had to, I’m sure.” Bending down, Genesis held one of the black feathers scattered across the floor up to the light curiously. Most likely it came from his own wing, but he had to be sure. It would appear that he had been up on this balcony before, which confirmed that the fight had taken place up high rather than below in the ballroom itself. That just increased his suspicions on just who had locked the balcony door after the count had died. Surely whoever had the key would point to the person trying to cover up the truth of what had happened.
“Ripples form on the water’s surface / The wandering soul knows no rest,” he quoted from Loveless as the brunette girl and the masked man slipped out of the room. Judging from the conversation earlier, Genesis assumed that they were going to investigate the bedrooms nearby. He planned to follow soon--it certainly wasn’t advisable to wander alone right now--but he wanted to take one last closer look at the shattered dais rising up towards the dragon mosaic on the ceiling first.
“Curious that it broke outwards. Not exactly how glass works, is it?” He murmured to himself, scowling irritably towards the crew still down in the ballroom as he remembered the words that one of them had yelled during his descent. Uncultured? Really?“Say it to my face, you coward!” He called down, though the threat lacked his normal bite as he was busy inspecting the center and ceiling of the balcony.
After the party examined the scene on the balcony, the group managed to piece together some interesting details. It seemed that someone, or something, was behind the glass of the dais before shattering it outwards. Whether or not the entity was there the entire time or only appeared after the Count's patrons arrived to the party, was still to be determined. Tufts of fur and feathers laid about, mixed in with debris from various other sources. It painted an image of a chaotic battle. "I would say that something was behind that glass," Vossler said, adding to the statement that Genesis made about the evidence. "A creature, or possibly someone that holds an incredible amount of power." A sigh came after his ideas. Whatever the case may be, there was another party below that was more close to the dais than he was. There were other places on the second floor that needed his attention. "I will investigate the Parlor Room. If there are any notes on this research that we are to find, then there is a possibility that it may be there in there." A nod was given to Genesis as a way to say good luck in his own hunt for clues, before peeling away to search on his own. The Parlor itself gave off a subtle feeling of dread. The candle light was bright enough for someone to make their way around without bumping into the furniture, yet dim enough to mask the details on the walls and other surfaces that were not near the small flames. Overall, it was free from any obvious signs of struggle. Vossler made his way into the room and gave it a good look over His heavy steps crossed the area to the opposing side, then back again in order to look at it from different angles. Two glasses of wine stood still at the table; both being half full. He'd examine them quickly before setting them down and focusing on the large portrait in the room. The individual looked similar to the now deceased Count, although it did not entirely match up. The Dalmascan couldn't quite put his finger on what made it different, thus attempting to take a candle and bring it closer to the painting in order to see it more clearly.
Lycoris finds that the bathroom mirror has been cracked. Not just cracked but shattered so badly that the backing is visible behind the glass. This kind of destruction should be visible on the tiled floor, but it isn’t. Someone has swept up the glass. A further look at the sinks shows that the porcelain has been chipped in several places. Was someone thrown into it?
As Keimusho enters the Lady’s Bedroom, the first thing that strikes them is the view. The estate’s grounds are clearly visible from the wide nook of windows, extending out onto the second story. The trees around the clearing feel twisted and dark. It is as nature herself is a victim of the spreading corruption.
The bedroom itself is notable for its sheer size. Even with the space, it is cramped with dressers, shelves, and unopened crates. It seems the inhabitant hasn’t quite moved into the space. A few of the crates are open. Others are still packed tight. Set onto a dresser are a collection of perfumes, oils, and a few spare sets of eyeglasses.
Among the crates are journals which detail a series of magical experiments signed with the name Susan Stein. They’re too numerous to read without a length of dedicated time, but they appear to be related to the effects of magic on the human body. Others speak on the power of the time mage class.
The Parlor Room is indeed free of signs of a struggle. It feels strangely hushed as Vossler enters it, his feet padding along the heavy rugs. The portrait feels somehow ghoulish and harsh. The hard black eyes seem to follow him as he moves about the room. This man is not de Lune, but perhaps a relative. A pocket journal peeks out of the man’s breast pocket.
The words have hardly left Genesis’ lips before a strange power overcomes the balcony. A man appears before him -- the same from the ballroom first floor.
He smirks without any real interest. ”I said you are an uncultured savage, you duckfaced buffoon. And your barbarism is matched only by your atrocious sense of fashion. If you desire satisfaction, come and take it.”
He stays for a moment longer to draw Genesis’ attention before disappearing again.
Adjacent Locations:
West Wing Hallway: The west wing hallway leads to the multitude of guest rooms where you would have stayed. Windows along the inner quadrant show an aerial view of the western courtyard. You remember that the servants had claimed to bring whatever possessions you’d travelled with up to these rooms.
The state the mirror is in speaks volumes and only rises more questions. With the proximity to the balcony, could things have started here? A run, a leap, a jump to higher grounds? Hm, that doesn't seem quite right. There would be more signs in the hallway if that happened. Though, there were hardly any signs in the bathroom except for the mirror itself. All the glass is just... gone. Someone trying to cover their tracks? Clearly, but why? What was really going on?
Her brow furrows. There's too many puzzle pieces that can be found among the manor. Too much for one group itself to formulate on their own. By now people have surely had a chance to find something.
Leaving the bathroom, she returns to the place they began; right outside the door to the balcony. Her expression doesn't offer any grander insight than her words. "In the bathroom, a mirror is broken. But there does not seem to be on glass left behind. Over the mirror itself was a cloth to cover it. I am not sure we will find more information in that room, and unless there is something that someone else discovered, should we regroup with the others invited? One person with one percent of a puzzle will make a complete picture if joined by ninety nine more."
Post by Keimusho Onishi on Nov 7, 2020 10:18:15 GMT -6
Keimusho flipped through the journals to skim through them. There was too much to read all at once, but with the limited time that they did have he could safety come to a conclusion of what they entailed. "Hmm these seems to be magical experiments of some sorts and... what is this of a time mage?" he mumbled to himself. He certainly wasn't familiar with a mage of this type. The Au Ra figured that it would be best if he asked the other's about it. Maybe one of them knew what a time mage was. If not then there was at least one person who did judging by the signature on the journals: Susan Stein. Before leaving to regroup he headed towards the room closest, the closet.
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The man in armor agreed that something must have been inside the glass dais before he informed Genesis that he was going to leave to search the parlor room. “Good luck,” he said with a wave of his hand as the bearded man departed. He hadn’t yet asked any of his companions for their names, and it occurred to him now that maybe he should have. They were growing on him a little, though he didn’t know how to refer to any of them beyond insulting nicknames based on their appearances. Muscle Knight. Wutai Ninja. Shinra reporter.
Well. It did the job.
Genesis let the feather that he’d been examining drift to the ground as he wondered idly where he should go explore. It seemed like the other three were being fairly thorough, so maybe it would be best to join one of them and-
His arms erupted in goosebumps as a feeling swept over him that wasn’t entirely unlike when Jenova or one of her other carriers were near. Genesis whirled around in time to see one of the people that he’d encountered in his brief flight down to the ballroom. One of his eyebrows quirked upward as he wondered how on earth the man had gotten up here so fast. He didn’t look particularly dangerous, though the golden patterns attached to his robes gave him the air of some sort of military general. Genesis didn’t entirely like the white streak through his brown hair or the stone in the middle of his forehead either. It marked him as something a little more than human, but his thoughts of unease went out the window as soon as the man opened his mouth and spoke.
Oh. Oh. He was just asking to die.
“Firaga!” Genesis set fire to the place where the man had been standing, scowling when he vanished a split second before the spell could strike. “Oh that’s rich! Fashion advice from a man who thinks white fur cuffs are acceptable!” He yelled after him. He had no idea if the man could actually hear him, but it was for his own benefit if nothing else. “And this is a uniform,” he huffed to himself, quieter than before. Truthfully, he had no idea why he didn’t change his style now that Shinra had little relevance to his life, but old habits were hard to change. Maybe that made him more like Sephiroth than he cared to admit.
It suddenly occurred to Genesis that perhaps casting a third level fire spell indoors hadn’t been the best plan. He always did have a difficult time remembering that other people’s safety mattered sometimes. “Huh…” He watched the fire eat its way across the pieces of shattered balcony, deciding that the tile decoration would at least ensure that the fire didn’t spread very fast. It wasn’t as if he could fix the problem anyway. He didn’t have any Water or Ice materia equipped.
“My friend, the fates are cruel / There are no dreams, no honor remains,” Genesis lamented to himself before leaving the balcony and pulling the broken door firmly closed behind him. “Magic barrier,” he grumbled as an afterthought, putting up a slight layer of protection before turning around and coming face to face with the brunette woman in their group.
“Oh, Shinra reporter. It’s you.” She likely wouldn’t get the nickname, but something about her short hair and armful of notes made her look like someone who would have spied on him for the tabloids in a previous life. Except for her eyes of course. Perhaps he wasn’t one to talk with his mako eyes, but having no pupils whatsoever was unnerving.
She explained the state that she’d found the bathroom in before suggesting that they return to the ballroom to compare notes with what everyone else had found. Genesis nodded in agreement, wondering if he was imagining the smell of smoke creeping under the door. “Might I suggest we go a bit quickly then?”
Upon closer inspection of the portrait, Vossler discovered that it was not a painting of the Count. However, the similarities in appearance were still disturbing, as was the rest of the imagery in it. The man looked ill. And those eyes; oh those eyes. It was very unsettling and the Dalmascan couldn't quite shake the feeling that he was being watched. A point was reached where he felt compelled to leave. The uneasiness reached its peak and made Vossler slightly queasy. He hadn't felt this way since that damned expedition in Metaia. But before he made his exit, there was one last detail noted from the ominous image. A journal, or rather a painted journal, which stuck out from the pocket of the man in the painting. Whoever he was, surely that small booklet would have some information. Moments before returning to the balcony area, a sound boomed through the second floor. Vossler picked up his pace and moved closer to where the party first separated. "What happened?" he asked in regard to the loud spell that was cast. Bits of fire remained in the area, although they were snuffed out soon after his arrival. Smoke was present too, making the air a little more thick and heavy. "The Parlor was untouched by whatever skirmishes occurred this evening." Vossler took a moment to glance around at the others before continuing. "However, there was something there. A large painting. I had thought it was the slain owner of the estate, but it looked... different. Ghoulish and sickly." The Dalmascan rubbed his eyes and shook his head before continuing. "I am not sure if it was a relative, or possibly the Count with a pre-existing condition that we are unaware of. But I certainly feel like something more sinister is at play, here. And I do not like it."
