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thefoundation2019-04-19 09:43 am
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WEEK 4 INVESTIGATION
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...🗈
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...?
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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I don’t care how many people you killed or whatever guilt you’re crying over. Natsuno wasn’t yours to use when he was alive, so don’t talk about him like he’s yours to use now that he’s dead.
Or I’ll kill you.
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[The outburst makes him cough violently, eyes watering, but it doesn't deter him.]
We were helping each other!
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[His voice quiets but it's absolutely frigid. He pulls away from Holmes and goes to Natsuno's body, crouching down to begin his examination as if the fight never happened. The walls are up again.]
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Erhard will immediately be able to tell all the 'blood' around his body is actually just paint.]
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...Speaking of....
Is he going to take a better look at the wound?]
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Just by looking, it's pretty apparent the stake didn't actually cause the injury.]
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later just because
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I'll look over the rest of the room.
[First the books, which books were they and from what section?]
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Not what someone would expect to see if there was a fight or struggle in the area.]
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[This seems almost staged. He walks a walk around the perimeter of the room, sweeping over the floor, signs of things being moved, impressions in the carpet, tracks... Anything a miss or is there and shouldn't be?]
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But the main thing here is the scene is too clean. There's almost no signs of struggle beyond the books being scattered on the floor.]
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[Could explain the paint being so high up, but yes - it's starting to appear the scene is set up. It's time to take a look at the window, any signs of someone going in or out?]
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CAN WE NOT DO THIS HERE?! Over his dead body?! Whatever goddamn problems you have, take them OUT of here!
[Flips the "It has been X days since Shadow Went Off" sign to "0"]
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Softly:]
I--
[A moment later he grits his teeth and shakes his head, so hard that his hair flies in all directions. Instead of waiting to be moved again he stalks off into the bookshelves.
He'll be in there as long as Erhard is around, probably.]
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Terios.
[a swirl of golden flame rises from the ground and solidifies into Shadow's wolf familiar. Shadow's eyes meet the wolf's, and he seems to pass a message. The wolf then pads after Anon, keeping its distance but close enough to keep an eye on him]
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Everything about him is eerily and unnaturally still -- there's no energy thrumming under the surface the way there always is, tapping fingers or foot or any of the other minute movements that normally animate him.
There will be a brief twitch of acknowledgment at any footsteps, but otherwise he's just ignoring everything right now.]
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WHENEVER THAT'S OVER, she'll come over and stand next to him. ]
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