Koral draws her [redacted] and checks the total count of [redacted]. “Still plenty, hate to have to waste them if they turn out violent.”
They sigh before checking the potions and holstering [redacted], seeing if they can get a general gist of the language
It’s written in a beautiful, cursive language. It looks beautiful, but fudge what is that?
No.
Some things felt much clearer. All 5 senses are slightly sharper now.
And yet, the high elf before you sighs.
"This is as much as I can give you for now. Do find me in Door 3’s prayer room if there need be."
She starts floating up, floating away from Omi’s reach.
“Young human, I see all that is within you. It humors me to see through such a young one. The time for magic is not now. Until we meet again.”
The stench of blood was significantly stronger outside this particular door, after Taisto had meandered the hall to consider his options. He knew he had a knife, but he feared it might not be enough. “Depends on how cautious we can be,” he returned. He’d done his fair share of sneaking around; even if he wasn’t the best at it, he knew how to keep still and quiet if the occasion called for stealth. His eyes skimmed over the other doors once more before he turned to where Arthur-Oliver stood. “Let’s go.”
“I can be quiet,” Arthur-Oliver assured Taisto, confident in his own abilities. “Let’s go, and just follow my lead.” He turned to the door, and pushed it open slightly, enough to look through the crevice.
There is a cage, where the bars supposedly to keep whatever was inside were bent out of shape, and a hooded man with deep gashes on his chest lay next to it. 3 more hooded people lay next to the table by the other side of the room… with 3 bullets lodged in the same spot, in the forehead between the two eyes.
Oh, I shouldn’t forget that the wall was cracked as if something was slammed into it, with traces of blood…
But then again those 4 bled far more than whatever was slammed on the wall.
And the table
Is empty.
Kumo after walking down her street turns to face a shitty apartment building as she reaches for the door and with some force opens it. Walking in she nods her head to someone as they come by and out the door. Slowly climbing the stairs up to the fourth floor and along the right side two rooms down is her room. Reaching for her keys she puts it in the lock and fiddles with the door trying to turn the key a few times before it opens. As she walks in Kumo locks her door before throwing her jacket on the counter. Before laying down on the counch against the wall as she wipes her hand down her face stareing at the ceiling.
“Maybe I’ll just take a quick nap could use a break.”
And with that Kumo yawns before closeing her eyes entering a light sleep.
“We found the scene of the crime,” Arthur-Oliver said to Taisto, and pushed the door open wider to allow entry. After glancing swiftly around to make sure they weren’t going to be jumped by an unseen attacker, perhaps hidden behind the door, he ran forward towards the hooded man with the gashes, the only potentially alive victim.
Omi takes a big sigh of relief.
“Damn maybe she’s on our sides. To be honest I was gonna throw sand in her eyes and zoom right out of here…”
Omi looks around… before having a realization what just happened
“Wait what just even happened… there’s so many questions unanswered… where do I- uh…”
Omi glances around, looking for hints as to where he should be right now…
Oh man.
It was a long night, that’s for certain. The world seemed to be full of incessant requests, as well as the fudgery Karens that walk down the ticket list, sure is a tough job.
Kumo definitely deserved the break…
Here’s a headpat. Definitely to soothe the stress from a worknight. Yes… sleep tight…?
Someone is stroking Kumo’s head.
If Kumo were to open her eyes, she would see a pair of red eyes staring into her, a doppelganger of herself was stroking her head in a gentle way, as if lulling a young child to sleep.
That doppelganger was monochrome in color… had red eyes and was wearing the exact same clothing she was wearing…
Slipping into the room after Arthur-Oliver, the younger man’s eyes scour the gruesome scene that lies before them. He moves in the direction of the corpses with the bullet wounds, scanning them for signs of life, but there are none. Glancing around to ensure the coast is clear, Taisto crouches down to examine the bodies. He reaches a hand out cautiously, then begins searching their pockets for items.
Arthur-Oliver glanced back, and held back a laugh. “Are you looking for money, or clues?” He asked in a teasing tone, before turning back to the hooded man. “Because chances are, you’ll find neither.” He knelt down, and reached out to the man’s wrist check for a heartbeat.
Taisto responds with a derisive snort. “Neither,” he half-lies. “I was hoping to find weapons or something.”
The truth is, he was looking for clues, but he hadn’t really considered that the shooter likely picked the bodies clean already of anything useful. After his search efforts come up fruitless, he stands again and meanders over toward the damaged wall. Something - or someone - had definitely left a mark here, but judging by the state of the room, they’re long gone, and they took their time.
Taisto turns his attention back to Arthur-Oliver, waiting for the verdict on whether the victim still has a pulse.
All of them
Are dead.
Nothing of note is on their body.
A small metal ball lies on the ground near the slammed wall.
Akio stood up tall, smiling at the other lad, still a little bit confused. He awkwardly shifted his feet, opening his mouth to talk.
“Are you actually magic? Jeez. What’s up with this place and magic? It’s really weird…”
He played with his fingers, wondering what was happening with the other people who were there earlier.
“Nah I was just bluffing to the lady. Was about to throw sand in her face as payment for turning my crack into sand. Ugh sand…
I don’t like sand. It’s coarse, rough, irritating and it gets everywhere”
Omi complains.
“Say I wonder what those gunshots were… sounds interesting, Imma go check them out”
Omi said as he rushes out the door and towards where the gunshots were heard.
“Long dead,” Arthur-Oliver announced. “The body’s warm, but that shouldn’t be a surprise. We heard the shots.”
He reached towards the metal ball, before catching himself and shuffling forward to examine it, in case it was a sort of bomb.
He was getting ready to reply to the man before he ran off. How rude. Akio sighed, crossing his arms.
“Seriously?!”
