INVESTIGATION 1

[umbralant]

INVESTIGATION 1

The clock strikes eight. The intermittent showers that dominated most of yesterday had, at some point during the night, escalated to a complete downpour that drenched the streets. Maybe that's why the morning might almost feel refreshing today—while it can't be said that the birds are chirping and the sun is shining brightly, the breeze is cool without being frigid while the sky is bright with the half moon.

Nevertheless. The deadline for Tuesday's motive was laid down as Friday, and amongst the pleasant earthy smell of the rain may be a tinge of something else.

Well now, how shall you spend this morning?

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[raventhaw]

[ we're spending our morning in clock tower. how's the first floor looking? ]

[umbralant]

[...Well about that uh. Depending on which direction Raven's coming from, she probably won't even make it that far without seeing something very interesting along the way. After all, it's pretty hard to miss all the stuff scattered about in front of the clock tower in the main square.

>Move closer?]

[raventhaw]

[ move closer. she's seen a lot of things, she can handle whatever this is.

probably. ]

[umbralant]

[Well, alright then.

As you draw closer, it becomes readily apparent that something is very, very wrong with this picture. Knives and stationery lay scattered about, with wet sheets of paper plastered on the slick cobblestone like some poor imitation of paper maché. A couple of heavy books are also strewn around haphazardly, pages flapping lightly in the breeze. But that isn't what you should be looking at, not really. Because it's what's lying there at the center of it all that's the most important thing.

Sorry. Make that who's lying in the center.

Face down with their bangs obscuring a portion of their face, they lie still with one arm trapped beneath their chest and the other splayed out to the side limply. The combination of angle and the thickness of the jacket also makes it difficult to see anything about the rise and fall of a chest, but honestly--you don't really need it. Because even if the scent of blood and gore is obscured by the smell of rain, the unpleasant sight of fragmented bone and exposed grey matter would be enough to tip anyone off. Perhaps the only saving grace is that this scene looks mercifully absent of blood, so it's clear that ginger hair could belong to no one else.

Elliot Schafer is dead.]

[raventhaw]

[ raven pauses when she encounters the body. she doesn't freeze up -- no, she's seen corpses before, this is nothing new -- but rather... she closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath.

it's begun, hasn't it.

if elliot's eyes are open, by chance, raven will gently move to close them. really shouldn't be tampering with evidence of course, but it's the respect he deserves.

to anyone who may be outside or near the area, they'll hear raven call out: ]

Elliot's dead.

[ plain and simple. ]

[inordertobelieve]

[ Mikami is here because he wanted more candles but... this isn't happening now. He'd already wondered what Raven was looking at, but with this call he's instantly moving over in quick steps. ]

Don't touch the body.

[ He places his own candle on the floor some respectable distance away and instantly takes out a notepad to draw a sketch of the body position.

He should probably be taking time to mourn or so, but he's not really in the mood to get sentimental. ]

[twoasone]

[He looks over Mikami's shoulder.]

You know, I do happen to be good at anatomy sketches if you need something more detailed.

[inordertobelieve]

[ Shin. His profile says he's an artist with an interest in taxidermy. That's... not exactly respectable, but presumably gives a good qualification for this matter specifically. After a moment of thought, Mikami nods.

His own image currently looks much like a rough placement stick figure and he flips the notepad to a new page to hand it to Shin. ]

If you would, then. Photography would be ideal of course, but we work with what we have.

[twoasone]

Yes, thank you.

[He's forgotten his own sketchbook in his haste, so Mikami's being rather generous.

He begins his work at once, drawing a few warm up sketches on the back of the page Mikami drew on before starting to sketch the body on the fresh page.]

I might have to examine the body closer for detail sketches. Hopefully you won't mind?

[deadlygoals]

[ Since he was heading out of the clergy housing, his gaze falls on the scene. He knows that red hair, and remembers just yesterday the boy was as lively as any other time he's encountered him. The woman's- Raven's voice confirms it. ]

Poor kid.

[ He also feels almost a little envious. ]

[twoasone]

[Well, so much for getting up early. Shin immediately hurries to her as fast as he can.]

Where is h- [He spots the body.] Excuse me. [He makes a beeline to the body.]

[pr159]

Oh.

[ Hm. In retrospect throwing a knife yesterday at someone who's dead today maybe doesn't look great. ]

[baitless]

[y’all need Seiros here. To burninate the masterminds, obviously.

...but anyway, he’s already picking up the pace when he notices something’s off, and... welp. He doesn’t look perturbed, because he’s seen his fair share of gore (and, well, caused it), but even so, he lets out a defeated sigh as he takes the sight in.]

...may the Goddess protect him.

[It’s more to himself, but...]

[youspinmeknightround]

[It's as plain as it is plain to see. Suzaku keeps his distance. Keeps his anger in check.]

[bawcock]

[ He was on his way to the post office when he heard the commotion and the, uh, "announcement." Thanks Raven...? But also, no way.

Is somebody actually dead?

He heads over to get a look and his heart drops in his chest. He didn't know Elliot, not really, but he didn't wanna believe someone would actually listen to those jerkbags.

He should've known they would though. This is how the world really works. ]

[p_q]

Hmph. The loud one.

[Ulquiorra barely pauses on his way through the square -- he was headed elsewhere, probably to the opera house at this point, and there's already a crowd of vultures obscuring the body. He's not especially interested in the dead if they don't rise into something more interesting. He'll deal with more important things for now.

That being said, he considers everyone loud so that's not even a proper RIP.]

[tokihanate]

[ When he sees the body, he stops and clenches his hands into fists and puts them in his pocket, quieting the anger bubbling up.

He takes a breath and is silent. Mourning is too easy when you're always wearing your funerary garb. ]

pretend this was posted yesterday; no need to tag back

[ordealia]

[Lysithea hears it, curses a few times under her breath, then promptly goes back into the church. She'll be saying some quiet prayers this whole time.]

[moonfang]

Someone took the bait, huh? What a mess. Guess your sass didn't protect you.

[Zangetsu crouches down near the body and sticks his finger in the splattered brain bits. ew.]

I wonder where he was killed, cause it sure ain't here. Even with all the rain, there should be at least some clots around...

[inordertobelieve]

Don't touch the body!

[ Literally why are you so completely and utterly disgusting, Zangetsu? Mikami is going to get hives. ]

[moonfang]

I didn't touch it!! I just touched this bit over here! You can't tell me yer gonna pick up every little piece of brain here?

[but he does back off, at least]

[inordertobelieve]

Desecrating bits of a corpse is not any more forgivable. It may not be direct evidence, but this is a matter of piety.

[twoasone]

[ Shin is going to smack that finger away. ]

No! Stop poking at it and go look at something else!

[moonfang]

[ >:T!!!!]

I'm not touchin' the important part!

[twoasone]

What are you talking about...? You're disturbing the body and tampering with evidence!