CHAPTER 6 ; INVESTIGATION

[themodsgrimm]

The Story Continues... CHAPTER 6 - WEEK 6??? 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 1-2 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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[asswipe]

—Oh, fuck me. Not again!

[THESE WORDS WILL BECOME PROPHETIC

But, also. Like Belph, she's running into the room to check what's up. She assumes he has corpse inspection covered, so she'll focus on looking at the surrounding area. Besides the trail of blood, what would Veronica see? Any notes on the distressed owls? Obvious murder weapons?]

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[themodsgrimm]

[They're both gonna get a whole lot of angry owl in their faces, so they should proceed with caution. As Belph is ducking straight next to the body, he'll be a bit more out of the way, but Veronica will have a bit more trouble. As far as she can tell with the owls being in the state they are, there aren't any notes attached to them.

She may want to watch her step--there's more crimson ink on the floor, leading from the body to the writing desk at the far end of the room.

As for Belph, when he gets close, he'll recognize who the body is right away. But...is it a corpse at all?]

[fragileprophet]

[Ion lifts his head, his eyes opening sluggishly. His hands are pressed to the still freshly-bleeding wound that tears open his abdomen. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out.

Fon Master Ion is still alive.]

[axilium]

[... ah.

belph's expression tightens for a moment, before he reminds himself to focus—ion's fate is on the line. immediately, he crouches down to hold ion.]

Fonny!

[asswipe]

[Why these things. She's ducking in order to make it to the writing desk because, well. She'd like not to get her face fucked up by owls, thanks!!

Anyway, she manages to reach the desk at the same time that—]

Belph?! [WHO'S FONNY???] What's happening? Who is it?

[Looking back and forth from the desk to Belph + the Not!Corpse. This is fine. Everything is fine.]

[fragileprophet]

[I'm just gonna tag from only this journal from here rn bc oof. Anyway, Veronica will see as she gets close to the desk that there are letters on top of it. As Belph uses his own arms to support Ion's body, he loses some tension from his face...and smiles.

Poor Belph is about to get a lot of crimson ink all over himself. Sorry, Belph. In fact--]

I'm sorry.

[Yeah, of course that's the first thing he manages to say, and it's clearly a struggle for him to say anything at all, his voice more of a breath than anything else.]

[axilium]

[sorry, veronica, but he's ignoring for you now.

belph looks down at ion, and—well, enjoy the rare sight of belph looking upset, ion. belph grips him a tad more tightly. he doesn't care about the ink.]

... It's not your fault, kid.

[asswipe]

[wtf belph don't ignore her!!

She's swiping those letters from the desk to look through once she's not in PANIC MODE, but also. Realizing the corpse is talking and Belph is talking back, she's just going to. Maybe die.]

I, I'm going to go get Rebecca, or— Or Waver. Or, someone that's alive. Please, hold on.

[ANYWAY, time for her to yeet herself out of this room. Will Ion die in the next tag? Stay tuned to find out.]

[fragileprophet]

[Ion seems to vaguely register that someone else is--was--in the room with them, but can't find the strength to move his head. So he just keeps his eyes on Belph, his smile flickering.]

Don't be sad.

[Darkness presses in the corners of his vision. Instinctively, he tilts himself closer into Belph's chest. He's never felt this cold before...so cold.]

This was always...what I was meant for...

[Ion reaches a hand up, as if to make some kind of comforting gesture, but it shakes and then falls heavily backward against the ground.]

Please...

[Tears dot at the corners of his eyes. He mouths something else, but then his body goes slack. Fon Master Ion is dead.]

[axilium]

[...

when ion's life fades, he's not surprised, but it doesn't hurt any less. he's quiet for a moment—and everything else, all the sounds, seems so far away—before he moves to stand up, lifting ion's body.]

... We'll bring you back. So... just rest for now.

[and with that, he leaves the room.]