INVESTIGATION 4

[umbralant]

INVESTIGATION 4

And the clock ticks down to the end of another week. While the days were no less eventful, the tone set by last Thursday wasn't matched in the same way this time, so perhaps that's a source of relief for some. Looking at it another way though, maybe it was nothing more than the calm before the storm; after all, every Friday has been nothing but bodies upon bodies in some way or another.

So maybe that's why it may be unsurprising to smell something acrid and burnt on the autumn breeze that sweeps through the streets. The bell tolls eight. Time to get investigating.

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[umbralant]

[The arcade is not actively on fire right now, thank god. It's definitely fairly recent at least, considering there's still some smoke slowly leaking out of the shattered door and smells of burnt plastic and who knows what else is wafting out, but there's no visible flames or anything.]

[baitless]

I was curious about it myself, but so much for that.

[...ugh, okay, time to gingerly tiptoe around the broken glass and head inside the arcade. GOOD THING HE'S WEARING SHOES.

[moonfang]

Why people gotta ruin nice things... let's see if there's anything salvageable...

[he's also wearing shoes! Dress shoes, and not his sandals, for once. He looks around for anything not totally destroyed]

What a mess... Goddammit.

[umbralant]

[Needless to say, it smells goddamn terrible in here. The aforementioned burnt plastic smell combines with the scent of alcohol and even something like ozone as they go in, and the air is still rather hazy with smoke. Sadly, most of the arcade cabinets are heavily charred or inoperable at minimum and the bean bags are sadly now just beans. Maybe not even that.

Either way it's terrible, pretty much everything is ruined here. Are they going to move in any particular direction?]

[baitless]

...ugh. Of course this would happen...

[He'll... go for the more mechanically operated games, like the basketball hoop machines and the air hockey table...]

[umbralant]

[There's nothing particularly off about them (besides being crispified and smelling of whatever burnt plastic they're made of) but the further they get to the back, there's definitely the smell of uh... charred barbecue, if you catch my drift.]

[baitless]

[ugh, goddess. okay. at least he's.... dealt with things like this before... time to head to the back and see if he can find out who's a crispy critter...]

[umbralant]

[In the wise old words of Toucan Sam: follow your nose!

...Because in the smoke and darkness, behind the charred wreckage of several arcade cabinets, they can be difficult to make out; after all, they almost look like they could be mistaken for a silhouette if not for the smell of burnt flesh and hair that wafts your way. But a closer look at the supine body reveals that some details remain, like the hint of olive green that stays visible in some of the burnt scraps, patches of dark blond hair, the knee-high boots that are recognizable despite the damage. But more than that are the small collection of warped glass bottles lying on the floor by their hip, some of which may look similar to those that were used for holding shower supplies earlier in the week.

Well, it's only natural, isn't it? After all, he was one of the people distributing them.

Alfyn Greengrass is dead.]

[baitless]

...Damn it, it's always the good ones, isn't it...

[THESE NICE YOUNG MEN KEEP DYING AND ALL THE ASSHOLES ARE STILL ALIVE!!!!]

[moonfang]

[Alcohol and ozone, huh? Weird... Alcohol at least makes sense, maybe an accelerant. Zangetsu frowns as he examines the ruined arcade machines...

But that now familiar smell of cooked flesh is too much for his curiosity to resist]

Damn... Should we go find Rideaux or...?

[baitless]

Can you go find him? I will try and investigate the scene.

[moonfang]

[he nods]

Roger.

[and off he goes]