WEEK 4 INVESTIGATION

[foundationmods]

Four weeks.

By now, waking up to death on Friday was becoming normal.

Gazing at something that should not have occurred...a death of one of them.
A death done by one of them....which could have been done by anyone.
Even by someone who would seem to have no reason to kill...🗈

Such a thing...was draining.
No, it was more than that - it was preying upon their very souls...
But they had no choice.

No matter how they felt, they had to search, to find the body and find the clues that would bring them to the killer themselves in tomorrow's trial.

...What kind of horror will they find today?

What kind of death did one of their number face?

And what sort of horrible, heart-rending truth....will be the end result, at the end of this week...?

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[foundationmods]

[OH BOY. WELP.

The moment he steps inside, he Immediately is splattered with a red liquid, which dripped from above.

Though after that shock, he'll easily notice many books lying around on the floor...

Along with a body and a large puddle of blood under it.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He stops dead as he's splattered - his breath catching in his throat, his eyes sweeping, first at the books, and then upwards and then slowly stepping towards the body to try to identify it, and did what splatter on him smell like blood?]

[keydomhearts]

[ What's up big doggo ]

Hey, did you find something?

[ Wait. Why is there blood every where? ]

[foundationmods]

[The body...is surprisingly unmarred, for so much blood. Still, the stake driven into his chest may have something to do with how he died...

But even then, it's easy to tell who this is.

Natsuno Yuuki-Koide is dead.]

cw: mild self-harm (not suicidal)

[cryosurgeon]

[Erhard sees Holmes and Sora in the doorway. He smells the blood.]

... who is it?

[He doesn't wait for an answer. He pushes past them, and....]

NO!

[He dashes into the room and drops to his knees, pulling a small blade from his pocket. He cuts his wrist and presses the wound to Natsuno's mouth.]

Drink! Drink, dammit!

[improbablenotimpossible]

Dr. Muller!

[Holmes goes to catch him, but the Doctor was too swift on his feet, but the cut, the command... ah, that would explain the stake]

[youkaiwatch]

[ arrives at a great time clearly ]

Mr. Holmes-?

[ christ what the fuck happened in here ]

[keydomhearts]

[ There's blood every where. ]

Help me Erhard!

[ He's putting a hand on the doctor's shoulder ]

Hey, come on... let Sherlock look at him, okay?

[improbablenotimpossible]

[To Emi he calls out]

Careful... there's blood everywhere on the ground - and paint above.

[His hand reaches up to his face, as if he's just aware of just how much paint had spilled on him - the white shirt's a complete write off, and splattered on his face so it looks like he's wearing a ghastly half-mask]

[youkaiwatch]

Paint?

[ Looking up -- can we see where it came from? ]

[foundationmods]

[Yep! There's a clear splatter of red paint on the ceiling, in the color of blood.

It also looks like it's about to drip again, so, uh, maybe move]

[youkaiwatch]

[ does so, thank you for the literal heads up ]

[oceanicbutterfly]

[Vinea floats by, watching the investigation and grumbling to herself.]

and of course they're going to need the living pressure washer to step in

[cryosurgeon]

[Natsuno's not drinking. Of course he's too late. Erhard sits back, pressing a hand to his bleeding wrist, staring blankly at the teen's body.

Is this the sort of peace Natsuno wanted?]

... we needed him. Whoever did this cost us a potential weapon against the witch.

[anonnomnomnom]

[Well, Anon was outside as usual, though he's drawn by the commotion from the library before he gets too far. Here he is, a-wandering by the window. Of course -- the crowd and the blood(?) is unmistakable and a moment later he stops absolutely dead in the middle of a step.

It's easy to see into the library from here and for a split second his eyes blink too wide -- a moment later, he's inside, so fast that probably barely anyone noticed he was there or saw him move. There's no greeting for anybody today.

He stares down at the body and at Erhard, something cold in his eyes.]

You aren't going to try harder?

[cryosurgeon]

[Erhard's teeth grit, and in an instant he's off the floor, throwing a wild punch toward Anon's face.]

[anonnomnomnom]

[He doesn't even bother side-stepping.

Instead, Anon reaches out with a single hand, faster than a striking snake -- he closes it around Erhard's neck, grip not quite crushing but certainly uncomfortable.

Then he casually lifts the doctor off the ground. There's still no expression whatsoever on his face.]

You want to bleed for him, the way you always do? Maybe I should just bleed you all the way out. Maybe that would work.

[oceanicbutterfly]

[scoffs in the distance]

[cryosurgeon]

[oh piss off you useless fake]

[oceanicbutterfly]

[faker? I think you're the fake hedgehog etc.]

[rikuchi]

[ The Foyer is an easy place to reach luckily enough.

But even Riku couldn't prepare himself for what he saw next, and he comes closer. Maybe he could save him, help just like before, but he sees the stake and ...

His expression darkens. ]

...Natsuno...

[ He can't escape the feeling...the pain from losing a good friend. ]

[keydomhearts]

[ Hey. After making sure Erhard isn't going to force feed Koide, he'll spot him and head over to stand in front of him. ]

Riku...

[ Grabbing his hand. ]

[rikuchi]

[ Squeezing his hand tightly but he says nothing.

What can he say? In a little bit he'll shake himself out of it for the sake of investigation...just a moment of silence for Natsuno. ]

[keydomhearts]

[ He'll stay quiet, rubbing circles against the back of his palm to give him strength. He knows they were friends and were partnered up for missions before here.

Then he'll give him a tug after some time has lapsed. ]

Come on. Let's see if we can find anything...

[foundationmods]

[As for what splattered on him - after they manage to get Erhard under control, Holmes will realize something very quickly.

This doesn't smell like blood at all.

In fact, it...smells like paint.]