WEEK 2 INVESTIGATION

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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]

That is also correct.

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

[goldenmaniac]

Also-

[He pauses, looking at Ruler's arms, though he doesn't seem to know which one to focus on. He only heard bits and pieces of Erhard's investigation through the window. He had arms full of Syaoran, and two very attractive Phantom Theives hugging on them. Bring distracted is pretty understandable.

So he's not SURE, but he suspects- and with his naturally open face it's not hard to read.

In the end he shakes his head- either because he doesn't want to ask without proof or... maybe just a respect for Ruler's privacy.]

Nevermind. Anyway... we know Ruler probs my isn't your real name... are you Detective Sherlock Holmes?

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He gives a sphinx like smile, his eyes half-lidded]

Yes, I am - and it is usually my business to know what other people don't.

[goldenmaniac]

[That smile reminds him so much of Kyoko- no, of Alphamon that he starts tearing up a little]

Ahhh... I'm glad I didn't make a fool of myself...

[improbablenotimpossible]

You made a good argument, and you observed the evidence, it would not be fair if I were to punish you for being right.

[goldenmaniac]

[Awww he's blushing]

I wouldnt have brought it up now but... it might be your best defense at trial. Sherlock Holmes wouldn't set up such a shitty crime scene, I think.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[And the man actually starts laughing pretty hard at that]

I appreciate the vote of confidence, but be certain you can back that up.

[goldenmaniac]

[He grins]

Do you think Yuuko-san would actually accept that as a Blue Truth?

[improbablenotimpossible]

I doubt it, as it sounds rather like an opinion.

[anonnomnomnom]

I think I’ve heard of you! You’re that guy who smokes a pipe all the time and yells at an underling named Watson! And you own 20 dogs? No wonder Erika was freaking out.

[1. He has no fucking idea what he’s talking about.
2. Erika probably had no idea what the fuck was going on.

An attempt was made.jpg.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[What?]

I... that is both right, and not quite right. Watson isn't an underling, he was a dear friend of mine, and a brilliant doctor.

[anonnomnomnom]

Ah, so you get along really well with doctors, right?

[That's probably not what he was supposed to get out of that......]

So like, you're some kind of famous detective, and maybe that's why somebody's trying to take you out of commission. Or are you pulling a double blind on us? I'm looking forward to finding out!

[Anon, people are still dead.]

[chaoscontrol]

[Shadow hears this, and he looks genuinely shocked]

You... you're... You're Sherlock Holmes? THE Sherlock Holmes?!

[improbablenotimpossible]

One and the same, or at least one of them.

[He gives a wry smile at that]

[chaoscontrol]

[Shadow coughs a bit and composes himself]

... Ahem. I... guess my mental image was just a bit different.

[cryosurgeon]

[Erhard's attention snaps to Ruler, his eyes wide. That's... wait, no, it's not impossible. They're all fictional, so of course it's possible. The detective skills, the accent, the meerschaum pipe, the track marks... it all adds up. How did he not realize it before?]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He stands]

I suppose the secret's out now. Let's see about that business of mine, it might end up important if something happens.

[cryosurgeon]

Ah, right....

[Erhard straightens, still looking a bit gobsmacked by this revelation.]

What are you looking for?

[improbablenotimpossible]

A letter.

[He answers as he checks the door]

Ah... the window then?

[cryosurgeon]

We might have to, I don't think anyone's left in your room. What letter do you mean?

[improbablenotimpossible]

If it's not there, then there is something I may have to do during trial. I made a promise to someone.

[cryosurgeon]

You're being very cryptic. That's not reassuring.

[improbablenotimpossible]

I don't like it either, but there is another letter I have in my possession that must be read after someone is convicted but before they are executed, if the one I'm looking for isn't there. I cannot open it in any other circumstances.

[cryosurgeon]

Two letters? Are they from the witches, or do you not know?

[goldenmaniac]

... like Syaoran's?

[now this is interesting]