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As Emet-Selch defies the laws of space, he finds that the mansion has a strange energy. A dark, timeless energy that seems raw and recent. This place has been altered by time -- that much is apparent. It gives the same aura as the crystal. The specifics cannot as of yet be determined.
The corpse slumps into its chair in a cruel mockery of its recent life. Like this, the effects of its wounds are even more gruesome. The room is lit only by the flickering light of one, slowly melting candle and the sharp flashes of lightning through the half-curtained window. Every flash sets de Lune in a grisly silhouette.
Emet's magic courses through him, and the burns heal to smooth skin. The stab wound closes, leaving behind jagged, blood-stained cloth from his suit jacket. In moments, it seems as though he merely died on a whim -- perhaps by heart attack rather than murder. Emet casts again, and the room is lit in the ethereal glow of magic.
Nothing happens.
Despite Emet's power, nothing can return the souls of the permanently departed -- at least not by any standard magic. De Lune remains lifeless and cold, his mouth slightly open in a kind of prolonged horror. He won't be answering any questions tonight.
Post by Emet-Selch on Oct 26, 2020 16:24:29 GMT -6
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BATHED BLACK IN SILENCE, OUR SURRENDER A SOMBRE REVERIE
Well, he'd been hoping that would work. And unfortunately, with the poor soul being well and truly gone, he couldn't just possess the corpse and rip out the memories either. Lahabrea would try regardless, Hades would not. Body hopping always weakened an Ascian. Oh, he would still be dangerous, but he misliked having himself weakened so. He closed his eyes for but a moment, mapping out the locations for the other residents. Ah, the room with the piano, that would do for a fun surprise, he surmised. With a sigh, he snapped his fingers, and the corpse vanished again in a dark flash, this time, if he aimed right, it would appear with Garnet, Rufus, and Lumina, flopping unceremoniously on the piano keys. Maybe the sound would draw their attention. With the weather like it was, maybe it wouldn't hurt to give a group a bit of a scare, fear that this place may well and truly be haunted.
Plus he needed to keep himself from getting too bored.
That left the rest of the room. Everything had been searched for, but he took a moment to spread the files out to perhaps give him a lead. The desk drawer was locked, and that likely meant there was something worth hiding in there. An eyebrow quirked. Aim it down just a tad, get inside, and with a snap of his fingers, he attempted to move the contents of the drawer up onto the desk itself. Mayhaps there would be something worthwhile in the pile, unless it was magically warded. Considering everything else, it wouldn't surprise him. What else could he do? He thought to the sensation he felt as he moved through the mansion. It was identical to the crystal. Perhaps if nothing else, that crystal would make for a decent consolation prize.
He looked to the bookshelf to see if there was anything of relevance.
The body disappears into shadow. There's a moment's pause and then a horrible, piano crash pierces the silence of the manor's west wing. First there's the thump then the shriek of the keys then another smash followed by shouts of surprise. The body has landed. If Emet intended to entirely derail the efforts of the guests' mystery solving then he has succeeded.
The drawer is locked by only a key and no magical wards. As such, the contents drop onto the desk with a quiet clatter.
Ink quills roll across the wood, leaving a trail of black behind them. The count's official family seal stamp bounces off the desk onto the floor. Papers scatter across the desk in a rain of fine print. They land next to a strange, electric green vial. It is firmly corked.
The papers are too many to read in a simple scan, but they appear to be letters. These are addressed towards de Lune and signed by a certain Susan Stein. She speaks of her research combining Sonoran science with Torensten magic. There's something about a new breed of monster with a kind of superior strength and intellect. She's in need of test subjects for development. The moon crystal has greatly aided her study into the properties of time reversal.
Another series of letters are signed by Roman Castillo. Most of the text involves haggling over a proper salary. He agreed to come to the manor to deal with training a strange species of monster.
It feels as though this is somehow too easy. As though Emet has entirely bypassed the efforts of less powerful beings. Somewhere, from far beyond the veil of reality, he feels the slight chill of altered fate.
Post by Emet-Selch on Oct 27, 2020 10:30:31 GMT -6
all our splendour
BATHED BLACK IN SILENCE, OUR SURRENDER A SOMBRE REVERIE
As the contents come forth, he does pick up a few peculiar clues towards this mystery and... "This is worthless." For crying out loud, he could make better monsters than that! Although, no, the notes on the Time Reversal. That much could be useful. The rest was talking of Magitek. Something he was all too familiar with. But, well, if there were monsters. "Ah. I do hope those two guests aren't fighting these monsters." Or that they hadn't become monsters. Oh one could see a potential route, one thing would lead to another and then you're combining little girls with dogs. "... Now that I think about it, where exactly are they?" He should probably reach out, see if he couldn't find them.
Ah, well.
As the chill of altered fate washes over him, he gives a small snort of amusement. It seemed there were forces in this place that may be quite unhappy with what he was doing? Good for it, then. It could stand aside as he parted its sea of mystery. He pocketed the papers dealing with Time Reversal and the letters from Susan Stein. The latter paints her in a suspicious light, but it's more useful for blackmail. He looks at the cork, he's not entirely sure what use that will be to him. Instead, he moved over, running his hand along the myriad bookshelves, eyes looking for anything out of place, for any topics that might interest him in what he's looking for. Considering Susan's interest and her collaboration with the Count, there had to be something here.
Hades stopped for a moment. The other guests were still active, and among them was the Exarch. That made things a priority. He should probably stall the Exarch. The others, he could find some way to gain some cooperation if they found the notes. He was fine with this. Working with others was something he could do. But the Exarch knew him, and there was no way he would ever lend any sort of aid to Hades. Really, the priority was less find the notes before anyone else and more keep the Exarch from finding them. Hades paused for a moment, feeling for their presence, and when the Exarch's uniquely sturdier soul was revealed, well, the rest would come easy. "There you are..." A hand was run down his face as his appearance changed; a glamour, an illusion, but combined with something else, it would do just fine.
His appearance changed to that of the Count Jules de Lune. Mangled and burned and pierced as he had been earlier. Hades cast his presence out to Gau, Cissnei, and G'raha Tia. Projecting an illusion of his current appearance which, in the dark and stormy atmosphere, would work quite well. The mangled body stood, and began taking steps towards the group. "You..." He gave a raspy wail with the undertones of vengeful fury... as he pointed accusingly at G'raha Tia. This was before the illusion fell to its knees, and vanished before the rest could hit the floor. With that done, Hades dispelled the glamour and went back to searching the bookshelves. Would it work? Maybe, but if nothing else, more heat on the Exarch was always welcome.
Emet has worked hard to derail the events of the night, and an immortal trouble-maker amused by chaos could hardly have asked for more.
At his doing, the manor is on fire, the questioning of witnesses and search of the second floor has been abandoned entirely, and both remaining parties are spooked and potentially haunted. The fire has not reached beyond the ballroom, but it will soon prove a deadly obstacle, removing the only shelter from the secluded and stormy elements outside the manor’s walls. G’raha in particular, it’s certain, will be displeased.
And what remains? There are several options.
The combined forces of Genesis, Mu, Emma, and Caius Dragelion are in the entrance hall, following the trail of a frenzied monster. In the hall outside Emet’s office, Vincent Valentine and the dark, mischievous girl, Lumina, are interrogating a scientist and monster-keeper. Then, of course, there’s G’raha with his investigator and feral child companions. They have made their way into the basement.
Strangely, several previous members of the search party have been magicked away, unconscious, to the basement.
As far as witnesses, the mad scientist Susan Stein is in the library speaking to Vincent. The mercenary Roman Castillo is in the yellow lounge with Lumina. The butler, Saal Lambert, is now a broken shell of a man after Emet’s meddling and is frantically trying to reach the fire. The maind, Primrose Ware, is under attack by a monster in the kitchen under rescue by Mu and Genesis. The gardener, Adrian Giles, continues his work in the rain outside, unbothered.
The manor is open to any more of Emet’s investigation or meddling. What will he do?
BATHED BLACK IN SILENCE, OUR SURRENDER A SOMBRE REVERIE
They split up.
There were new souls he hadn't bothered to track down.
Perfect.
It would begin simply. Once again taking on the ravaged illusion of Jules, he simply sent another shade, this time to where Keimusho, Genesis, and Emma were waiting. There the ravaged shade of Jules would appear once again, right beside Primrose, his head leaning back as another ghastly wail exited his lips. "The cat man... The cat man... The cat man...!" It was a shout directed at no one in particular, and really didn't mean anything on its own, well, out of context. But when you had a murder mystery going about and the deceased tended to show up and start shouting, well... Emet was enjoying himself, at least for the moment. And then the visage began to collapse towards Primrose, vanishing just before any contact. Because hey, if he's going to be doing this, why not give her a little fright? It was just a bit of fun. Granted, this might spook her a bit.
And then again, just one more time. The shade appeared, this time with Vincent, Lumina, and Susan. It stood, ghastly for just a moment, before twisting its head to stare at Lumina, before a loud, shrill wail emanated from it for a few moments before it vanished. No, no. No need to say anything at this point, at this point, he just needed the multiple parties to all be able to confirm that at some point, a vision of the deceased had in fact appeared for them. From there, it might be possible to simply... put the rest together, yes? Content with his newfound meddling, Hades dropped the glamour once the shade was safely vanished, chuckling lightly. Hythlodaeus would be proud. Back in the time of Amaurotine, Hades was far too much of a grouch to take part in simple play like this.
Still, there wasn't much else he could really do with the books on the shelf. Maybe he could figure out something once this was over. Or perhaps even beforehand. Who said he was a grinch? He chuckled lightly, looking more closely at some of the notes in the meantime. Well, it seemed like he had more to do, once this was over. It had been a while since he'd seen Cissnei, perhaps go say hi to her once this was over? She was one who enjoyed the danger of it all, he wondered for a moment, perhaps she was right at home here.
