CHAPTER 3 ; INVESTIGATION

[themodsgrimm]

The Story Continues... CHAPTER 3 - WEEK 3??? Narrators Remain ; The clock begins to chime, and on the first note, curfew lifts. Your doors swing open, whether you are ready or not. Leaving your room is a blur. The person you fell asleep beside — are they still there? Have they vanished? Were they ever there at all? You can't seem to recall clearly. What you are most aware of is the pervading sense of wrongness in the air, and how you can't hear anything but the chime of the clock. Even the sounds of your own voice and your own footsteps do not reach your ears. By the time the time the clock strikes nine, you know one thing to be true: blood has been spilt. Search the castle carefully — you wouldn't want to miss a single important detail, would you...? Welcome to this week's investigation post! This time, the mods will be providing top-levels for you to search. Please note the Locations page for your reference. Evidence — or lack thereof — will be noted in these threads. We ask that group threads consist of no more than 2-3 characters. After the discovery of the body (or bodies) and any pertinent evidence, an IC announcement concluding the investigation will go up. You are then free to make your own toplevels on this post for any threads you would like to have between the end of the investigation and the start of the trial. If you have any questions, please ask on our Discord server or ping us on plurk. Please direct pings to Britt (bloodthirstiest) and Danielle (entrappings), as they will be taking point on this investigation! Instructions on this week's investigation can be found in a pin in the General chat! full navigation. locations taken (statuses) stories (profiles) info & faq wishing well private conversations

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whats up i hate pip

[holybind]

[ He says nothing, but in his hand is a butterknife— stolen from the castle weeks ago, though not by him. He tosses it into the air with one hand, catching it, tossing it, catching it; over and over— eyes glued to the deceased form of the person who'd given it to him in the first place. ]

[toughchoices]

[glances at zelos

glances at monika's corpse

glances at the knife

...

what is there to say, really? "i'm sorry" would just ring hollow, she thinks.]

[holybind]

[ He doesn't turn to look at her, but he knows her presence well enough at this point to instinctively be aware of it. ]

A gift from earlier in the week.

[ His hand stops, and he wiggles the knife between his fingers ]

Not to get too caught up in details, but I said some things to her that were hardly nice. She gave this to me to prove a point— wasn't even mad about any of what I said, just smiled and told me I was wrong.

[toughchoices]

[Reyna walks forward so that she can stand beside him, then, her gaze coming to rest on Monika's still, unmoving form.]

...that was a kind way of handling it.

[Kinder than Zelos is probably used to, she thinks.]

[holybind]

[ ... ]

Honestly? I thought she was pretty stupid a lot of the time.

[ Anyway, flipping the knife in the air once again. ]

But yeah, she was kind on top of that. Funny too, and weirdly patient no matter how you talked to her.

[toughchoices]

[She could point out that the people Zelos thinks are stupid are actually pretty smart, but this is maybe not the best time for that.]

It sounds like you knew her pretty well.

[Which makes the loss all the more difficult.]

[holybind]

[ He catches the knife one last time, finally turning to face her. ]

Nope, total stranger.

[ in the context of their past conversations, he knows she'll get more out of those words than he wants her to. ]

C'mon—

[ He starts walking before she responds. ]

I wanna' talk for a second.

[toughchoices]

—of course.

[she follows him! away they go]

[londonstar]

[ though he and zelos may never see eye to eye on most things, waver's going to put those aside for a moment. ]

My condolences. Were you close to her?

[holybind]

[ A normal person would take the sympathy offered to him. Acknowledge his feelings, mourn and find comfort in the fact that the people around him will not let him dwell in his emotions alone.

Zelos, unfortunately, is Zelos. ]

We slept together a few times.

[ it's said flatly.

He continues to play with the butterknife in his hand. ]

Do you count that as close?

[londonstar]

It depends. Some people have an easier time detaching their emotions than others.

[ he glances at zelos, and then at monika ]

Did she give you that?

[holybind]

Yeah, to prove a point.

[ he slips the knife back into his pocket, feeling strange with it out now that someone’s actually asked about it ]

She wanted to prove she could take control of her life, so she told me to keep it— said she wouldn’t need it anymore.

[londonstar]

I see.

[ it must have had something to do with her change in attire. ]

You won her trust. It must have been difficult for her to do that.

[holybind]

[ Ah,

slowly his gaze drifts just above Waver's head and he shrugs. ]

Dunno, maybe she was just starved for affection? Not sure how much you can trust anyone you've only known for a few weeks. But she was a good listener and she had a pretty laugh, those are the only things I know for sure.

[function]

[ hey here's a murderbot staring at zelos and totally not thinking of grabbing the butter knife out of his hand and stabbing him with it. ]

[holybind]

[ hm, this probably isn’t going to end well.

he glances at her, not ceasing in his knife action. ]

Can I help you? Actually— don’t answer that, since I’m not really in the mood to offer up my generosity anyway.

[function]

[ his words elicit no particular reaction from her. ]

What did she mean to you?

[holybind]

[ He turns around fully, wiggling the knife between his fingers. ]

Sorry, I'm a little slow on the uptake at the moment.. why exactly do I owe you that information?

[function]

[ logically, she knows he's got a point. unfortunately, logic isn't what's on her mind right now. ]

Answer the question.

[holybind]

Why?

[ His eyes are just a little sharp. ]

If I say I cared, you'll just say I'm lying. If I say I didn't care, you'll say I killed her.

[function]

[ . . . ]

She trusted you.

[holybind]

And you don't.

[ It's not a question. ]

[function]

What tipped you off.

[holybind]

Hm, just a feeling.

[ ... ]

Honestly, what the hell do you want from me, honey? I've got a real bad migraine coming on and looking at you is only making it worse— so I'd really appreciate it if you'd buzz off.

[function]

[ what does she want from him? to be honest, she doesn't really know. she hadn't really thought that far ahead when she'd come over. maybe she wants to sympathize with him. maybe she wants to interrogate him. maybe she wants to kill him.

...

she tears her eyes away from scornfully staring at him to fix her eyes on monika's corpse instead. ]

She was my partner. There's no guarantee that I'll survive this weekend without her. I can spend however long I want here.