WEEK 2 INVESTIGATION

[foundationmods]

Two weeks had gone by, and Friday had once again come.

As always, they woke up, knowing one of their number was now gone...
It was just a matter of finding their body, now.
No matter what the killer had done to it...a killer that was one of them.🗈

They would have to do that trial again...and would they get the killer right, this time? Or would they condemn another innocent person to die yet again?

...No matter how they felt, they had to search, had to find things that they didn't want to see, dodging the shadow of death.

That...was how this game was played, after all...

...But why...did it feel especially foreboding today...?

((OOC: Characters will need to bold locations to look for clues...or the body!))

Comments

[improbablenotimpossible]

I hadn't ate recently, and experienced no odd smells... and the only thing I experienced when I woke is a great deal of confusion.

[His pupils are of normal size, and react normally if exposed to light]

[cryosurgeon]

Do you remember talking to anyone? Hearing or seeing evidence of another person near you before you blacked out?

[He's going to check for injection marks, though he's not sure if someone else besides him has needles and syringes in their possession.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He shook his head in the negative at those questions, making a low sound of frustration, mainly aimed at himself.

Erhard's search will eventually turn up no fresh marks, but several small pinprick-sized scars on his left forearm that look quite old, the way he casually but still somewhat impatiently submits himself to the examine suggests he is quite familiar with the procedure]

[cryosurgeon]

[Those are....

Erhard raises his eyes to Ruler's face, lightly rubbing a thumb over one of the old scars.]

... you don't do this anymore from what I can tell. Good.

[Watanuki was struck over the head, maybe Ruler was, too. Erhard checks his scalp next.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

A dear friend of mine helped me overcome the need... it's still there, but quiet, and easier to ignore.


[No head trauma or signs of blows to the noggin!]

[cryosurgeon]

Stress, depression, and boredom can all drive people to addictions. If you've found other outlets that aren't self-destructive, then you're lucky.

[He's frustrated by the lack of medical-type evidence on Ruler, but he's glad the man is alright.]

You must've been ambushed when you were asleep. I tried to stay awake last night, but just like last week I blacked out around midnight. It must be another of the witches' tricks.

[improbablenotimpossible]

It seems likely... would you come with me? I need to check something in my room.

[cryosurgeon]

Of course. Maybe Sora opened your door from the inside by now.

[So they’ll go into the hall first, then?]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He nods, standing up, taking a moment, a touch woozy, as he quietly steadies himself]

Well, it would not be the first time I had to go through a window if he hadn't.

[With that, and some careful walking as to not disturb evidence, he walks out of the room]

[goldenmaniac]

[After the hug pile, Takumi sets off, his mind whirling with grief and new information.

When he sees Ruler he walks up along side, giving Erhard an acknowledging nod]

Ruler-san, do feel up to talking for a bit?

[improbablenotimpossible]

Yes, what can I do?

[He asked, expecting to be questioned about the murder, trying to straighten himself up]

[goldenmaniac]

Do you wanna sit first? You look pretty wobbly still.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[That is... actually a good idea]

I'm just a touch tired.

[But with a doctor hovering close by, he reluctantly takes a seat]

[goldenmaniac]

Just a little. Oh, here.

[he paws around in his bag and brings out a granola bar and half a bottle of water.]

If someone drugged you or something, this might help.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He accepts it with a nod, nibbling on the granola bar, swallowing, and making that bar disappear rather quickly]

Thank you, Takumi.

[goldenmaniac]

No worries.

So, did you kill Watanuki-san?

[mood whiplash much? He seems to be carefully watching Ruler's face]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[And he expected it, his expression was firm, as he slowly shook his head]

No. I did not, I have done things that are illicit, or even considered immoral, I am no murderer - However, don't just take my word for it, the evidence should show the truth of what happened.

[cryosurgeon]

[Erhard watches silently to make sure Ruler doesn't fall over from vertigo. He flinches ever so slightly at Takumi's blunt question, haunted by the overlapping memories of Watanuki fainting at the party and his corpse just minutes ago, both face down and still. He looks as drained as Ruler but he doesn't seek any comfort.]

[goldenmaniac]

[he's mostly focused on Ruler, but he does offer Erhard some snacks too]

[cryosurgeon]

[Erhard simply shakes his head, not trusting his stomach with anything right now. Takumi is a good kid, though. The doctor will remember this kindness.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He nods in agreement, good kid]

[goldenmaniac]

[He stares Ruler down... then nods, seeming satisfied.]

Next, can you confirms some things for me? You said after we saw the play that she was from shortly before you were. That means you were alive and probably not a spirit or Servant yet?

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He inclines his head in confirmation at that]

That's correct.

[goldenmaniac]

And between investigating and how you appeared during the last trial, would I be off base to assume you were a detective or investigator?

[improbablenotimpossible]

That is also correct.

[His eyes lit up for the first time today, his chin resting on his left-hand]