Third investigation

[letsplayamod]

[You awaken to your shames... not being broadcast across the sky. Or, if they are, they haven't, yet. Even though things seem normal, it's hard to shake the sense that something is deeply amiss.

It's Friday. Do you know where your friends are?]

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[brokenhabit]

[ She nods again. Okay. One step. Two. Even her vines have appeared to help move her legs. She's starting to calm down a little, her sense of duty starting to kick in. ]

...The ribbon...

[tailoredfate]

[Another step. Then another. She doesn't try to shoo away the others clustering around Lebkuchen - in fact, it's easier to have them here. For comfort, and to help block the scene so she won't crumble again.]

What about it?

[brokenhabit]

It... It was tied around her throat. Wh-When she took it off that's when...

...Sh-She was still alive before then.

[ Well. Whatever the fuck counted as alive I guess ]

[tailoredfate]

Hm... a curse, perhaps...?

[But she's not sure who might have that kind of power...]

Did you manage to see if there was anything attached to the ribbon? Or if it was tied in a way that wasn't decorative?

[brokenhabit]

[ She shakes her head. ]

N-No... nothing. It's just... green.

[ Her eyes drift down. She's calm now but it's. In part because of the shock of the situation starting to numb her. ]

I... need to get away. From here. From the smell.

[tailoredfate]

Of course.

[Now that she's sure Lebkuchen won't fall to pieces, her hands drop from the girl's face to her shoulders.]

... I don't know if we'll have time to get you washed up before Typhon forces us into that farce of a trial, but as soon as it's over, we'll get you cleaned up, okay? Until then, where do you want to go?

[brokenhabit]

I...

I should... start making bread... if I get the dough ready now it'll be proofed after... after...

[ Oh that shock is. Really setting in huh. ]

...It'll be ready. For later.

[murchada]

...I'll help. Alright?

[she's just sticking close to Leb as well.]

We'll... get a little cleaned up, and then we can start on that. Right?

[these bitches will NOT be making bread.]

[tailoredfate]

[Aglaea spares a glance to Cerejeira, and an almost imperceptible nod. The more people here, the better to soothe those frayed nerves.]

A little fresh air, and something to focus on. That can do wonders to help.

[brokenhabit]

[ She just nods. ]

Mm.