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thefoundation2018-12-28 11:27 am
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WEEK 5 INVESTIGATION....?

Normally, you're all woken on friday morning, bright and early to see which one of you have died.
Not so much this morning, as the sound of A massive explosion from the third floor jolts all of you awake at around 2am.
What....just happened?
MAJOR GORE WARNING FOR THIS LOG.

BODY ANNOUNCEMENT
Rean Schwarzer is dead. He was the Jorogumo, a mafia role that could block others.
Minato Arisato is dead. He was The Tripwire, a third party role that had the ability to blow up upon death.
As the killer was also killed, there will be-
[There's a pause.]
Will - will be - b-b-b-be-
[She sounds like she's uncertain, but then, after a moment, her voice evens out.]
- Will be a Trial to catch the killer. Have a good day, Guests.
[The speakers go silent.]
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[He stomps his feet, this is even more bullshit than usual! He starts yelling at a speaker despite knowing he probably won't be heard]
Explain yourself!
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Holy shit
[Yeah he. Can't even sass right now.]
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[and then, with a deep breath, he forces himself to his feet and immediately bolts to his room]
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[She's fucking furious, thanks. Ripley slams her fist against the wall, teeth bared.]
You fucking bastards!
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[He's pacing, dragging a foot across the ground, boar-like]
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a bit later
- SG
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Roxas wasn't there to investigate, but hearing that is such a shock that he doesn't even know what to feel. And then the trial portion of that too...? ]
It's not fair...
[ His words come out softly for now, because all of this is a lot at once, but his hands do clench tightly into fists, fingers digging into his palms. ]
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... Talk about a bitter irony, comes a dim thought that has his nails biting into his palms.
Ah...
Vanitas. Hadn't even noticed that his hands were curled into fists.
For a long while, he stares down at the floor, expression already shifted into something blank. He'd seen this kind of thing (not an outright explosion - just the death itself) coming for Minato, if he's being perfectly honest. The guy was too gentle. Too caring. Hell, no matter how much Vanitas had tried to scare him off, to act indifferent...
Now... he's dead. Minato had decided they were friends long before Vanitas had even entertained the possibility, and now he's dead. Rean killed Minato and Rean is dead. Tomorrow, at least one more will be dead... If they were to go for the mafia, Cinque could be dead, next...
And all Vanitas can do is laugh as his face lowers into the palm of one hand. ]
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Cinque will be coming down the stairs looking like she's been crying and trying not to tremble when she spots the hair. She approaches him, hand reaching out to touch him. ]
Hey...Eddie...
[ She sees the way he's holding himself, sees his face in his palm as he laughs... but it's not a good laugh.
Her hand brushes his arm lightly. ]
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His jawline tightens as his gaze rests on her. His breathing isn't quite steady... He tries to force it back to normal. ]
I'm fine.
[ ... ]
Where is he?
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Then his question has her first starting to turn towards to stairs to show, but she stops. ]
Mimi and Jojo aren't there any more...
[ It's just limbs left. But they aren't really there. ]
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Of course they aren't - they're dead...
[ There's something rattled out of place if his voice is anything to go by. He's already starting in the direction she'd started in ]
I still wanna see. Where did it happen?
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I'll take you up there...
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Yeah. That's all it is. That's all it could be, right?
There's little pause in his steps; he doesn't even falter as he makes his way over, getting as close as he possibly could without messing up any... evidence.
Vanitas is just going to stare for a moment, eyes shifting over to the pair that must belong to Minato. There's an emptiness in his expression... The kind of emptiness that comes from so many years of practicing the sacred art of shoving emotions down. ]
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She reaches over to gingerly touch his back. ]
Hey...