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INVESTIGATION 3
INVESTIGATION 3
The clock strikes eight. It's a chilly morning, made even frostier by the fierce winds that would assault your body should you decide to step out onto the streets of Krakow. It seems that during the night, some light snow made its way down, blanketing the city in a layer of fluffy white, almost even covering up some of the puddles left by yesterday's destruction. Of course, that's only superficial; the water still remains on the streets as slick, icy sheets uncovered by the howling winds. And in the same way that the frigid winds care little for the tranquility of the snow, yesterday's violent disruption was a strike against the usual Thursday happenings.
Well, a reminder isn't so bad every now and then. After all, it's Friday morning and there's a motive out for the taking. The gusts send up a dusting of fine snow every now and then, but it's not so terrible that it's impossible to take a stroll or search for clues in the half moon's light. So, where to?

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...Let's keep moving forward.
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Or not cause Rean is there. Giving a nod. ]
You can turn back if you want.
[ Offering it, just in case.
Okay, so he's going to head inside following that faint, uneven streak, not steak, of blood. Let's check the shelves first before the boxes stacked high of meat in the corner to see if anything is on the first or behind the second ]
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As for the boxes, well... the moment Dazai gets closer, it should be apparent that some of them seem to have been shifted to be positioned around the back corner, stacked neatly and forming
box mountainnice columns.Good thing Rean is here, because some physical labor may be in order.]
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So he'll start moving the boxes out of the way... ]
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That's why it will only take a few minutes maximum to clear up enough space to see what exactly these boxes were hiding. And when they do, two things become apparent.
Or maybe that should be said, two things become apparent -- because it's not just one body sitting propped up against the icy walls of the freezer. It's hard to say which one of them is the more eye-catching of the pair, because even when covered with a light layer of frost, their appearances are just as distinctive as ever. Striking red contrasts with a reserved green, and in the same vein, their countenances clash entirely with one leaning slightly forward and looking peacefully asleep, while the other sits back with eyes and mouth open as if in shock. ...One looking almost entirely untouched save for the hair that's fallen loose, and the other, a grotesque display of violence with a slashed throat clearly in view.
If not for the slit throat and expression on the larger of the two, maybe one's imagination could even fool themselves into thinking that this was a sleeping prince and his sworn protector, what with the way those wings are spread out almost intimidatingly. Either way, two stars have fallen tonight.
Olivert Reise Arnor and Sirius are dead.]
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Rean felt his knees go weak for a moment before...he'll tear himself away from the scene immediately. Bye. ]
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