Sixth investigation

[letsplayamod]

[The sun rises on another quiet day. Quiet because you no longer have any hallucinations toying with your mind. Those familiar faces have vanished to be replaced by those that are left with you. There's fewer of you, and there's once more an unshakable energy that things are soon about to go very wrong.

Will today be different? Time will tell.

It's up to you to greet the day and what it brings. Stay strong, keep your hope. Hope is what makes us strong. It is why we are here.

There is, at the absolute least, no bodies right outside your doorstep.]

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[letsplayamod]

[You follow the trail of red in through the entrance to Quark's bar. Always a friendly place (barring a monster break-in or two). Instead, the lights are low, the mood is quiet, and the stench of blood hangs thick in the air.

Almost immediately, you spot the bodies on the floor. You're not the first to find them, either. The Winions, those lovable little furballs, are hovering over them absolutely distressed over this.

"No, no, no, no..."

"Terrible. Awful."

"Disaster!"

And it's not difficult to see why. Beneath them, resting in a pool of red and golden blood, is Aoi and Quark himself.]

[murchada]

[for a moment, she wonders if the hallucinations are still there. because ah, surely... surely what she's seeing isn't real.

she's going to blink, rub the sleep from her eyes, and look up to see Aoi behind the bar. Quark telling her to stop giving people free drinks, or grumbling about something.

...

oh. it's still there.




...gang she just screams]

[fillets]

[ Here's the thing: never in a million years would I ask the mods if Riful can scan the island to see who's missing, but once the bodies are found it's open season as long as it gets us to the body announcement faster, babey! If it wasn't the awareness they're down multiple auras, it would be the scream, and if it wasn't the scream, it would be the blood.

Oh.

She's dimly aware that Cerejeira's already precarious emotional situation must have dropped straight into hell, but also? She's not dealing with that. Literally anyone else can deal with that. She's just looking at the bodies. ]

[stringup]

[ So guess who was in the crafts room right next door and came rushing over once she heard the screaming? ]

Cerejeira?!

[ ....Oh. ]

[murchada]

We-- We need-- Seymour, he can heal, maybe we can still--

[babe i don't think curaga is gonna fix this one]

[stringup]

I...

[ No, Velvet has seen enough bodies to know it's already too late. ]

There's no healing this.

[murchada]

No, no, but they-- they can't really be...

[...yeah.

the bodies are still there. crying about it won't fix them. she can't fix this.]

[stringup]

[ For a moment, Velvet sort of hovers awkwardly. There's nothing she can say to make this better, she doesn't know what's alright to do, and she's always been terrible at comforting people. Ferdinand was a fluke, if you ask her.

And then a moment after, she reaches over to give Cerejeira a hug, if she's allowed to. Because...frankly, the girl deserves one, after everything. ]

[murchada]

[...yeah. that's more than allowed, in fact. sorry about all the tears on your clothes, Velvet.]

[stringup]

[ And she'll hold onto her for as long as needed, too. ]

[raisethemoon]

[ It takes Luna a little bit to arrive as well - she was flying around outside, after all! But when she does arrive -

She stands stock-still for a moment, then screams super fucking loud. If you didn't hear Cerejeira, you definitely heard this! ]

[pariunt]

[Welp, that's Atarion's cue to arrive.]

[taintedfayth]

[Yeah that's loud enough to get him to come rushing inside and--

... oh.]

[treebornekettlegirl]

[Ranma only now had gotten up, still drowsy from not getting much sleep and spending most of the other day dunking herself in water. Luna's royal voice screaming bloody murder wakes her wide awake, and before she knows it, she's rushing in on the...

... Fuck.]

... No.

[Her voice is quiet, disbelieving even. They can't be dead, it's gotta be a trick of their

... FUCK. Ranma's body goes numb, cold, breath bated.]

Who... [She can't finish it, but the look of 'I'm going to put the fucking asshole who did this through twenty walls' speaks for her.]

[sweetsynergy]

The fuck's-

[Vanity enters the bar, the automaton head from yesterday polished and inexpertly mounted on a small stand, and.]

[Freezes.]

[The robot head souvenir clatters loudly to the floor.]