Eye of the Falls

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• Felix Combeferre Auclair
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  ~Felix Combeferre Auclair~
  Location: The Woods
  Inventory:

  Spoiler: Ax

  

  Power: N/A
  Mood: Relieved
  Condition: Broken left arm, three broken ribs on the right side, and a head injury.
  Color: #799caf​
  Felix walked himself back to the shack, leaning heavily on his ax. The important thing was that he made it. Though, the victory was short lived as the young boy pointed out that the large armor man was missing. What? Doomguy? Felix turned around and sure enough...he wasn't with the group? Where had... he tried to hurry after the others in the group as they went back into the forest, but with his injuries, it wasn't exactly possible. He was one of the last to approach the scene. His eyes widening in a mixture of anger and confusion at the sight of people poking and prodding the dead Doom marine. He gripped his ax hilt tighter, looking away as he tried to calm himself. He was in no condition to start a fight. Ugh, but the lack of respect was sickening.
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[DapperDogman]

'What does anyone in the group have to gain by murdering someone else?' the arthropod ponders, kneeling down and examining the stab wound himself 'Small blade. Coupled with the fact he's dead, and not the other person. This was likely a surprise attack' the ant stands back up, mulling over the possibilities 'Logically speaking, to achieve a kill such as this, we'd be looking for an archetypical rogue. Nimble, lightly armored, and quick on their feet. Who here fits such a description?'

His compound eyes soaked in the group around him as he considers those most capable, and most likely to use tactics similar to what was put on display here.
The children would be deft enough, though did they have the malicious intent to murder someone? He should also consider anyone who had the correct type of weapon for the job. Sure, the weapon may have been borrowed, but if not, those who possessed such a weapon should, of course, be questioned.

thatguyinthestore MuRdeR Squad​

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Ah, the blonde female had spoiled it. Julie had been quite disappointed when the big chested woman in some sort of costume had calmed the shady masked guy and the others, who were blaming either the new preppy kid and the scadalous nurse. Bleh, too bad, she had been looking forward for them to discuss with each other more, and also the big blonde guy to start attacking others with his sword. But alas, now they were all seemingly working together, trying to re-tell the murder like a jigsaw.

Meh, investigation made the cat-youkai bored, so she had been about to lay on this tree branch for a nap until a humanoid canine had decided to mess with the bush:

"Hey! That's my stick!!", the Siamese had growled at the other from her advantaged spot, before turning around and preparing to get down.

Hopping against the bark once more, Julie had unsheathed her claws and climbed back down, taking a route from behind the body and around all of the other folks to get back where the wolf thing was standing:

"I found it, from up there", she gestured towards the branch with her head, "therefore it is now mine and you can't take it.", the cat had continued, twitching her ear in annoyance at the stick thief, "It was just abandoned behind this bush, wonder if someone had something to hide?", she had asked, though more to instigate something than actually as a question.

Then a new idea had sparked in the acting actresses' mind. They had an autopsy going on, the yellow canine had decided to make herself useful by listing all their findings, what did they not have yet? Actual police detective work.

"Hey, four eyes! Yeah, yeah you with the tacky haircut and an attempt of a suit, you're playing detective so would you have anything we could check for fingerprints with?", her tail danced behind her, maybe this bad omen of a human could make himself more useful than just berating the others, "I know, sounds stupid, but one can never rule out human idiocy as a variable."

Could they just get this over with already? It was so freaking dull... Really, Julie just wanted to get back to the safety of the big wooden cabin, to a nice meal and a good nap. That wasn't too much to ask now, was it?

Thepotatogod , thatguyinthestore​

 

[Thepotatogod]

--Whisper the Wolf-->
thatguyinthestore Necessity4Fun​

As Whisper was examining the stick, a voice called out to her and down came a cat, claiming that the stick is hers and found it behind the bush from above. It really was hidden, wasn't it? Knowing that, she decided to sniff the stick, thinking her canine sense might be of use somehow.

 

[Critic Ham]

The Doom Marine

Pre-Death​

When we returned to the shack, I split off from the group feeling far more tired than usual. While I had grown… attached to some members, for lack of a better term, I needed some time to myself to mull over recent events. However, as I began recounting everything, something occurred so quickly I couldn’t tell what happened. All I knew was that I was bleeding.

I tried laughing which came out as a rough cough. Someone missed their opportunity to kill me if that was their intention. If they think a little nick can do me in then they messed up. Yet air left me despite my gulps for it. Time stopped for me. They cut my throat. Well, I was fucked. I wanted to chase after my killer and bring them down with me, but my strength failed and I simply slumped against a tree.

Darkness began eating away at my vision and everything blurred. Sounds became muffled and distance. Touch became numb and heart slowed.

So this was it then? I didn’t even see the face of my killer so I couldn’t spit on an imagined face. Still, better me than anyone else. I should have died long ago, but it shouldn’t be like this. It should have been buried underneath a horde of demons. Wonder how they’ll react upon finding me dead. Joy no doubt before sending everything they have after my killer. They don’t like being one upped.

I was only left with my thoughts. Would the group get to their homes? If they couldn’t, hopefully Fool and Hothead wouldn’t get into trouble. Hopefully the killer would be hunted down so Dipper and Mabel wouldn’t be targeted. They were far too young to be in a fight for their life. Far too many kids experience that. What would happen to the group upon finding me like this? Fall to infighting? I hope not as a infighting was what done in the Knights despite my efforts to stop it.

Ah, the Knight Sentinels. I’ll be joining you soon it seems. Heh, I still failed in freeing the captured souls though. At least I’ll see my beloveds again. Daisies, I’m coming home.

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Post Death
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It seemed like Heaven didn’t want me yet given the fact I was standing in wheat field. I’ve been to Heaven, This wasn’t it. It wasn’t so devoid of color and meaningless. It wasn’t so broken and empty of life. It wasn’t so bleak and dark. This couldn’t be Hell either since it was more fire and brimestone.

The click-clang of chains caused me to turn around, weapon raised at an empty swingseat. A portal similar to the shack’s one loomed near it. This one, however, was far more destroyed. I holstered my weapon. Could I have entered some realm linked to Gravity Fall’s? While unlikely, it wasn’t impossible. Realms did have a tendency to overlap one another if nothing was stopping them. Still, if I died, why would I be here? Heaven would have plucked my soul from whatever realm it was in.

Unless something covered up my death.

Well, this sucked. I was here with no idea of what’s happening and no allies. My ammo count was still fair last time I counted. Any wounds sustained, especially the neck one, seemingly disappeared. I was still in my armor as well. Apparently this something wasn’t able to strip me clean of weapons and armor so that’s good.

Still, something about this place… I walked over to the swingset, wrapped my hands around the chain, and attempted to pull it off.

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[Ferociousfeind]

[insert a paragraph about Callie's head bouncing against Doomguy's headbutt as if she has no bones, woah no way, inklings are weeeird ]

Callie had been hanging back for much of the walk back, looking around, keeping an eye on the trees for assassin gnomes, and perhaps more height-altering crystals. All, however, was sound. Or, it so seemed at first glance. She sighed, rubbing the back of her head, "I'm too uptight. The gnomes were defeated already, what's gonna really happen?" And, as if on cue, a shadow darted from the edge of her vision. She turned to it, immediately on edge, wielding the same Charger that had freed the last gnome. But there was nothing there. At least, nothing was where the shadow had been a moment prior.

She holstered the Charger and sped along to catch up with the group, feeling a touch unsafe. Though, despite that supposed fluke, nothing else occurred for the rest of the trip back to the Mystery Shack. She was about to check in on the portal that this massive crystal would help fix, but Dipper pointed something out. The big guy in mossy green armor, he wasn't here. Perhaps he got lost along the way? He did diverge at some point. She knew she should've checked up on him before she lost him. But he was gone now.

Well, they had better go looking for him, right?

Callie held a passive position near the back, keeping an eye out for the darting shadow again, but it showed itself no longer. Seems it really was just a fluke. Hopefully it stayed that way. She didn't want to have to deal with shadows darting around any more than she had to.

She listened in on the idle conversations, but didn't listen intently to any one of them. It seemed there was plenty of grief, some anger, and a bit of matter-of-fact statements. She maneuvered to the front of the group, and found a ghastly scene. Some guy half-covered in the Doom Marine's armor- she suspected it was the guy in the armor himself- was slumped against a tree, with a trickle of blood leaving his neck from a tiny wound. She walked up to him, "What... what happened? Is he dead...?"

"So this is what happens when I'm not paying enough attention..."

(@ everyone here, just about, glad to be back at the front of the roleplay instead of several days behind)

 

[Tropicalpeacock]

Miguel
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Miguel looked over at Dorthy as she spoke up, catching his attention. After paying his silent respects, he got back up, a serious look on his face as he looked around the group. The thought of one of them doing this angered him and it showed in his face. His face changed at the idea of examining the body. If some of the others ended up taking that approach, he would have to look away as he knew nothing about how to do so properly. Plus, he was a bit squeamish. Some of the group were throwing accusations and some of them seemed to blaming this blonde new comer who was a bit rude in Miguel’s opinion. As Felix approached once more, he walked over to him, trying to get his mind off of what was currently happening.

“Are you alright? You look to be in pretty bad shape...” he asked him, genuinely concerned.

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[div class="avatarImage"][/div]LOCATION: In the Forest
PHYSICAL CONDITION: Fine
EMOTIONAL CONDITION: Pretty much just done/Agitated
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INTERACTIONS: thatguyinthestore (Bakugan)
MENTIONS: thatguyinthestore (Dipper/Mabel) Birb (Epsilo Gamman) Sleek (Sergeant Johnson) Thepotatogod (Hiryu) Jeremiah ( Dorothy) Critic Ham (Doom Marine)

Apparently, neither Delsin nor Normal Guy had enough testosterone to even gain the Leaderaur's attention. Only the Military Man and emo-looking troll were worthy of the testosterone bound beasts' attention. If it works, Delsin won't complain too much. He was just about to thank the manotaurs for their assistance when the Leaderaur decided to stick his hand inside of his chest and break his own rib and pull out a spear. What the actual f###??? Delsin cringed so hard at the sound of the beast's screams and at the act itself that he didn't even see all of it himself. He only assumed what happened between the hand being stuck into the chest and the spear coming out. Delsin had seen some messed up stuff like gangbangers and concrete growing out of a person's bones, but this...this takes the cake for the worst thing he has ever seen. Gnomes are getting more appealing by the second.

So needless to say, Delsin was glad that they began their journey to multibear. Somehow, he managed to hear Dipper's whisper about the multibear over the grunting and fighting of the manotaurs behind them. So now this turned into a morality intersection like some kind of video game. They could either slaughter the multibear and win favor with the manotaurs, or they could befriend the multibear and become the antithesis of manhood or whatever. If being a man meant that he would have to act like those manotaurs all the time, then Delsin would much rather stay a child. Thank goodness Dipper managed to bluff his way out of the manotaurs questioning what he was asking about, because otherwise, peace would not be an option. The Conduit just breathed a sigh of relief knowing those beasts were just too dumb to realize Dipper's true motives.

The screaming pec parade continued on up the mountain until the began to hear the music from perhaps the worst era of humanity: Disco. Disco was terrible, Delsin would admit, but the manotaurs were acting like they were being shot at with their screams and convulsions. The stupid screaming only stopped when the music finally stopped and...the multibear appeared! It...was basically everything Delsin expected it to look. A bear with seven heads and maybe a couple extra limbs. What he didn't expect was that the multibear started talk by the time Delsin already unwound his chain from his wrist. Well, to be fair, Delsin should've expected this since Dipper did give them a fair warning, but in the moment, you sometimes just feel that fight or flight instinct. Needless to say however, the manotaurs immediately went for the "fight", getting ready to throw down with the multibear, but not before ushering Military Man and troll to go kill it.

Surprisingly enough, neither of them decided to fight... or should unsurprisingly. The bear wasn't really attacking them and the manotaurs were getting, if not already, annoying everyone. What happened instead of a fight immediately breaking out was a little girl walking up to the multibear to ask him for his claw. Delsin immediately walked up to protect the girl if anything happened until he noticed that she...wasn't exactly a person. Her elbows and knees didn't exactly move like how elbows and knees moved. They were more robotic that human...which either meant this chick was a cyborg or a full on sentient robot. One was cool yet tragic, and the other was just plain scary.

And yet again, another challenger has entered the fray, as if manotaurs, a multibear, a robot girl, and a whole group of weirdos weren't enough. This new guy, Bakugan Toga or whatever his name is, was already getting on Delsin's nerves, what with his whole anime protagonist levels of bulls### intelligence and his anime antagonist level of entitlement. As much as Delsin hated to let this guy have his way and come with them back to the Mystery Shack, he did get the claw for them... "I'm fine with letting you coming, just chill out with the entitlement, man."

Then, as if multibear was a anime side character about to die, he made a speech about how he found Bakuman and about the importance of peace, but the manotaurs weren't having none of this peace. Which led to troll-boy breaking the rib spear and looking like he wanted to throw down with the manotaurs. Yep...this couldn't end well, but if its a fight that the manotaurs wanted, a fight they would get. But the manotaurs just booed and left being as loud as ever. Not the response that Delsin expected, but at least there wasn't a fight.

When the group met together again, Delsin was ready to kick back and take sometime to process all the weirdness that just happened. Then, Dipper and Mabel realized that they left someone behind, so now everyone had to go search for this one dude. Delsin just groaned as they headed back into the forest, until they finally found the guy leaning against the tree.

It took less than a minute for things to go from one to one hundred as Mabel tried to wake Doomguy up. Delsin could practically hear the sad violin music playing in the back ground as Bakugo decided to break the news to Mabel in the worst possible way, causing her to run off with her brother in two. Delsin looks at Byakugan and shoves him with one hand, "The hell you doing, a$$hole? She's just a child, she can't process something like death the same way your smart-a$$ brain does."

Even if Cyka Blyat was right about the whole traitor thing, he would be pretty high on the list for the simple reason that he was an a$$ to a preteen girl. And, of course, the idea of a traitor would immediately sow distrust in the group. Normal Guy must have been on the right track when he said that the traitor had to have been with Mabel's group though. They'd lost the Doomguy before the two groups met up, so the murderer had to have been confined to that group...then again, Delsin wasn't entirely certain that someone had wandered from Dipper's group...best not to raise unnecessary amounts of doubt though.

Delsin just watched as the chaos subsequent flurry of accusations and attempts to investigate the murder unfolded between. He wasn't about to get involved in none of that and risk looking guilty. He was perfectly content just standing in the back and letting the people who were more suited to figuring this stuff out. It's not like having several dozen people investigating one murder all at once without coordination would be too effective. It's pretty much for the same reason that Delsin did his graffiti alone.
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[Benedict Cucumberpatch]

Sir Benedict Cucumberpatch

Benedict was shocked, this...boy was like him, Benedict walked over to Byakuya. “You know, you would make a great agent, I see you have...impeccable skills, unlike Josh.” Josh honked, “Ah, don’t make me demote you Josh, you’ve been rather...rowdy lately.” Benedict continued, “So, who do you think did this?”

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[Nightwisher]

• Felix Combeferre Auclair
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  ~Felix Combeferre Auclair~
  Location: The Woods
  Inventory:

  Spoiler: Ax

  

  Power: N/A
  Mood: Relieved
  Condition: Broken left arm, three broken ribs on the right side, and a head injury.
  Color: #799caf​
  Felix wanted nothing more than to pull everyone away from Doomguy and get them to think straight. Apparently he'd been stabbed in the neck, so what the fuck was up with the nurse and her wanting to do a full autopsy? Was no one checking the size and shape of the wound? What about any scratches or things around it that could indicate the weapon used? If it had been the stick like others seemed to be guessing, as they were examining it, then there would have been bark or specks of wood left behind from such a rough weapon. Was the wound to the carotid artery? Maybe the jugular vein? Or had it been deep enough to puncture his air way and force the man to suffocate to death? It would have been slower, but it would have kept him from calling for help. Did no one care to ask these questions? Did no one care enough to examine the body closely enough and give that information to the rest of the group? No? They just wanted to stick fucking scalpels in the wound as if that was some how helpful in anyway?
  
  The rage in Felix kept building...and building...why was everyone so-The thought was cut off when someone spoke to him. The blonde turned his attention to...yet another blonde. What was it with this group that there were so many blonde people? "Yeah, just a couple broken bones. Nothing to worry about." He said simply. Then he realized he should probably be getting medical attention but everyone was too busy trying to figure out the murder...and he couldn't blame them, he'd much rather find the culprit than sit and get his arm wrapped up. "You, uh...you okay?" Felix asked the man. He seemed a bit shaken up...he probably wasn't used to death.
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[Sir Skrubbins]

Frank West
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Frank grinned from ear to ear as he made his way down the mountain with the rest of the spelunkers, eyeballing his camera nonstop, flicking through the pictures he snapped of the Manotaurs, the Leadertaur, the Multi-Bear, and the rest of the freakshows they found in the cave. He had mixed feelings about avoiding a fight with them - obviously, people would have risked getting hurt, and it probably would have ended in the group having to kill them... but... how great of a story would it have made?

They met this high-schooler on their way back by the name of Byakua - Frank hoped he could remember how to say his name. As for first impressions, he seemed like he had a tree stuck up his behind. Frank had met zombies who were more pleasant to be around. As much as Frank hated to admit it, though, the uppity ones were usually the smart ones, and at least Byakua seemed to have his head screwed on the right way.

"Ha, ha! 'Frank West, Pulitzer Prize Winning Photojournalist...' I like the sound of that!" Frank cried aloud, relishing the sheer scoop potential behind photographing those creatures. Frank was doubting whether he actually wanted to get home - if all of this and more was just here, for him, waiting to be discovered, then any photojournalist worth their salt would dig their heels in this place. He was weighing up his options - maybe Mr. Ford would make some kind of two-way portal to let him come back? It'd make him big, too!

Frank gave a friendly wave to Mabel's group - or the Sweater Squad - as they met up, but it didn't look like they'd be stopping to high-five each other on a job well done for now; they were missing someone. Frank wondered how you could possibly not realise that the Doomguy, a massive hulk of a man wearing a huge suit of armour, had dropped off from the group. Maybe... fighting the gnomes was tougher than Frank gave them credit for? Frank made a note to ask one of them about their quest later.

They headed back into the forest, seeking him out. They found Doomguy.

Just not the way they wanted to.



Frank stopped, stunned. He ran straight over to the body - he couldn't explain why, but his legs almost began moving by themselves. He'd call it investigative instinct - springing straight into the scene to uncover the evidence - but truthfully, he still felt denial upon witnessing the body. Doomguy? Dead? In fact, if it was just anybody, Frank would have probably reacted the same way - he naïvely hoped that being in Gravity Falls instead of Willamette meant that people weren't going to die anymore. Sure, they weren't returning as zombies, but it's a lot easier to see a dead zombie than a dead person.

He had hoped he could prove himself to Doomguy one day, actually - from the role that all of the soldiers were taking back in the milk run to now, trying to find out who did this, keep everyone calm - it almost made Frank forget that soldiers tried to kill him and every other person in the mall just a few hours ago. If there truly was a traitor among the group as Byakua had said, then Doomguy's death had made Frank come to the uncomfortable realisation that his investigative photojournalism experience - though not exactly a detective - was going to be needed in just as sticky circumstances.

"Jeez... Doomguy... I was hoping me and him could've been friends. So sick of people dropping on me..." Frank muttered, looking over Doomguy's corpse with a few other people, including the nurse who Frank had really hoped didn't notice him taking a picture of her earlier.

"Though...first, we should bury him. It ain't right to leave the dead out like this." The Drill Sergeant began, taking charge of the situation. "As soon as we get everything we need from him, clues and all."

"Yeah. He deserves at least that much." Frank responded, turning his head back to face the Sergeant. He reached inside his jacket, and managed to pull out a small garden spade he had scrounged in the mall. "I guess I can help with that, once we find what we can." Frank offered, then returning the spade back to the insides of his jacket.

As was probably inevitable, people began soon began arguing among themselves. Byakua caused a stir, the guy speaking a foreign language began burning with rage, people began blaming the nurse - Frank was tempted to speak up and say something, but Darkness beat him to it.

"It would be better if we stuck to the facts rather than making baseless accusations. The woman clearly works in the field of medicine, so her knowledge and trust is one of the last things we want to rule off at the moment."

"Gotta agree. Let's save the lynching until after CSI is over, let everyone do their jobs." Frank replied, taking pictures in and around the crime scene - of the stab wound, of his location, of the weapon - sure, there didn't seem to be a lot right now, but Frank would like to think he's a pretty good investigator - he should hopefully be able to uncover anything new, if there was anything.​

 

[thatguyinthestore]

"I do wish that your investigative skills were as potent as your apparent need for you all to constantly run your mouths..." Byakuya replied to Johnson, Luna, and Delsin as he let out a sigh and made his way over to Doomguy. Glaring at Luna, he gestured to the soldier's corpse. "Take a good look at this man's body," Byakuya said as he reached down, casually grabbing his head and tilting it upwards to show him his eyes. "His pupils are not dilated, he doesn't appear to have broken out in any cold sweats, and the only mark on his body is the wound on his neck," Byakuya said, as he rolled the head over so everyone could get a better look at the wound itself. "Take a look at the wound as well. It's not deep enough nor precise enough to be an injection of any sort, unless you wish to believe that whoever killed him took the time to lead him away, restrain him, cut his neck open, and delicately place a poisonous item inside him, well enough to hide it nonetheless, and then run back to the group before anyone noticed." He said.

Anyone who took a further look at the wound would realize that Byakuya was right. The wound itself was small and slanted. It seemed as if the kill was done sloppily and in a relatively short time frame.

Meanwhile, as Whisper investigated the stick itself, she would find that it had been snapped in half, making the end sharp and jagged. There were also spots of blood that painted the end, which could be assumed was Doomguy's. It wasn't very sharp like a sword, but it could be assumed that with the right amount of speed and agility, it could have been used cut Doomguy's throat.

And, oddly enough, there were no fingerprints on the stick.

Byakuya only scoffed at Benedict's offer. "I've no wish to join whatever cult you and your... pet have formed." Byakuya replied harshly, before answering his other question. "As for the traitor... I'm afraid that's not quite obvious yet," He said as he looked down to the body for a moment, before looking back up to face Benedict.

"However, I do intend to find out. The Togami bloodline has no room for failure. I have been in a situation like this before, and just like last time, I will remain victorious over those who dare sully my family's name with these 'Killing Games'." Byakuya said, a newfound determination in his voice as he spoke. It definitely sounded like, at the very least, he meant every word he was saying in that moment.

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[Thepotatogod]

--Whisper the Wolf-->
thatguyinthestore SheepKing

This...This is DEFINITELY the murder weapon. Whisper concluded as she finished sniffing the bloodstain which had a similar scent to the man that is currently dead. With this discovery in mind, Whisper rushed over to the dog with clipboard.

"I found the murder weapon." Whisper simply reported as she showed the fellow canine the weapon she found; a small stick, possibly from a tree branch snapped in half, with blood found on it's jagged half. "It has the man's scent..." She said, pertaining to the doomguy. There's also one other scent in the stick that she couldn't identify. The blood's scent must've masked it or her nose couldn't really identify who it was.

 

[Sleek]

Sergeant Johnson
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Johnson was impressed. The kid had a nice speech to him. Speeches didn't mean anything unless you could back them up.

"I'm glad you put that energy behind your need for attention to some actual use."

Johnson said. What the kid said lined up with a few of the assassinations Johnson had seen the Innies do. However, if this kid was anything, Johnson knew that even if he tried to be the cold voice of fact, he wasn't any different from the Spooks Johnson had run into. Halsey, Haverson, that crap. Johnson knew that it was likely they had little more to do with the body.

"But that's all we can find. This Byacky tobacky kid's right, he wasn't poisoned. This was the kind of stab wound you'd see in a revolution or something. Nice and quiet."

Johnson said, bending down and squatting to start to heft Doomguy's body.

"Until we can find what he was stabbed with, there's nothing more to do. It could be anywhere, and we can't frisk everyone. For all we know, it's hidden in the forest."

He gestured for some of the bigger guys, especially Epsilo, to help him.

"Now c'mon. We're burying him, and then we can focus on catching the bad guy before he takes out another one of us. Anything we do right now, they'd be all over like a fat kid on Twix."

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[Birb]

Epsilo Gamman



“A-ah... ok... y.. yes sir!!”

You carefully pick up the mans body, almost cradling him in one arm... this.. particular wound... confused you...

“... I’ve never seen a wound so... small... on... on alternia... murders are very frequent... because of our caste system and all but... they aren’t uh... just this... small... usually you’ll see some rust or bronze blood with their skull crushed in, maybe a... a limb ripped off... or if you’re unlucky and get caught in an acid rain or something.... but it’s never just... a stab to the neck...”

You look down at Doomguy in your arm, a bit... sorry for him now. Earth didn’t have a violent caste system like alternia... so it wasn’t a justified murder... it wasn’t based on any status or blood color...

“So... where are we burying the guy...?”

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[Sir Skrubbins]

Frank West
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Frank took his attention away from photographing the crime scene once he saw the Sergeant motion for help with Doomguy, lifting his lifeless body from the side of the tree. Frank had to admit that being able to lift him just like that was pretty impressive - just the weight of all of his armour alone looked like it’d give even a soldier like Johnson some trouble.

“You burying him now?” Frank asked, standing up from his crouched position near the crime scene, where he was trying to photograph anything of note. He once again reached inside his jacket, careful not to knock out any of his sawblades or broomsticks or anything, and approached Sergeant Johnson and the others he had beckoned over.

“I’ll help you out.” Frank declared, taking out the garden spade once more. It didn’t feel right, digging a man’s grave - but since the circumstances were how they were, Frank felt like since the spade was in his hands, it was just something he had to do to help give the Doom Marine a proper sendoff. At the very least, it might help the others feel a bit better about the whole ordeal.

Frank followed the Sergeant, until they came across what felt like a suitable spot for burial.

“Hey, this seems like a good spot. I’ll start digging.” Frank said, planting his spade into the dirt. He looked back at the Sergeant and the group behind him for a brief moment, before beginning to dig the Doom Marine’s final resting place. Frank, out of respect, tried to say as little as possible while digging.

After a short while of shovelling, the hole was beginning to become fit to be a grave.

Frank looked over at the Sergeant, as if he had something to say. He hesitated for a moment, but eventually decided to just speak - if he struck a nerve, he’d regret it, but he seemed like someone who, like Frank, would have seen death all around them before.

“Hey, Sergeant Johnson, right?” Frank began, finishing up the final few digs. “You said you were in the Marines, right? This, uh... you ever lose a Marine you knew?” Frank asked, stammering, his face scrunching up ever so slightly.

“Because I don’t know if digging one a grave in the middle of the forest is really a suitable send-off. It kind of feels wrong.” He finished, stopping his digging and planting the shovel vertically in the ground next to him, surveying the grave with solemnity.​

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Morgana

Before Morgana caught up with Fulgore, he listened in on all the conversations about the incident. He thought about all the details for a bit. A single stab wound for supposedly a stick, no finger prints, and a sloppy job at stabbing the man. Morgana gave his insight to the group. “I believe whoever did this had to be with the gnome group. Since the wound is sloppily made, the attacker was in a rush. With there being no fingerprints on the stick that can only mean three things. The stick could have been wiped leaving no prints, the attacker had no fingers, or the attacker had gloves. With the attacker being in such a rush, I highly doubt they had time to wipe the stick. I believe the culprit either had gloves or has no fingers.”

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[Birb]

Epsilo Gamman



You look over at the guy with the camera as you followed and began digging a hole. You appreciate it... you can’t pick up a tiny shovel, and you probably couldn’t dig a perfect burial hole with your hands..

“I-uh... yeah this place looks pretty good...”

You gently lift the hand of Doomguy as he lay in your arm.. he’s just... so little. It’s no surprise that the stick just killed him you suppose...

“...personally... I don’t know much about.. ‘burying people’... Alternians we.. we don’t... bury our dead... death is an accepted part of our culture... we don’t... see the point. You... you could walk out onto the streets... see the bodies of dead lowbloods everywhere... especially after a... highblood patrol....”

You felt... bad... you had never known this guy... only caught a few glimpses of him in the crowd.... oh god... what if... what if Isabelle was next?! You know she said she wasn’t just a pet, she had a college degree and all that blah blah but what could she possibly do against beings like this?! .... you decide when you get back, to keep a close eye on the small bark beast...

“.... should I lower him in....? O-or...”

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[Centurion_]

• Darkness
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  There wasn't much else to discover for the group, everything was laid out in-front of them and it was highly unlikely that they were going to deduce anything from the evidence provided. There was no choice other than to randomly put someone up for trial with little to no prior evidence. Recollecting what had previously been said, she understood that the warrior who was friends with Doomguy had a feeling that one of the small girls were the culprits who had murdered Doomguy. For a man of his nature and looks; he didn't seem like an idiot who would blame anyone, there was at least some sense of logic behind his reasoning.
  
  "I think we should listen to Doomguy's friend, this evidence isn't getting us anywhere. I say that we put the girl with blue hair up for trial. Tenshi, was it?" She announces. The knight lowered her gaze after that announcement, she felt incriminating the girl but they had to start somewhere. "Kazuma, Frank, K'Thix... Trust me on this one..." The blonde said. She looked up at the Sergeant, addressing him too. "Johnson... Right? Every vote counts and we are stronger together..."
  
  

  

  
  
  
  (Voting for Tenshi Hinanawi BoltBeam as the Traitor)
  
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  Status:
  
  Healthy: Darkness has no injuries and is not sick.
  
  Current Equipment:
  
  
  
  Current Abilities:
  
  Superhuman Strength:
  Darkness has an incredibly high physical strength, being able crush someone's skull with her hands if she tried hard enough. She is unable to use it in combination with her weapons, however, due to the aforementioned horrid accuracy, and as a result it only mainly serves as a compliment to her durability.
  
  Superhuman Endurance:
  As a crusader, Darkness is able to withstand melee attacks, functioning as the traditional "tank" role for the most part. for the most part. Where this is exacerbated, however, is in how durable she truly is, able to withstand attacks from high level creatures and spells.
  
  High Stamina:
  Being a crusader, Darkness has a large reservoir of energy and vitality needed to fight in the front lines for an extended period of time.
  
  

 

[Laix_Lake]

Orbeck of Vinheim
Status: Witnessing an all too familiar sight​

After what seemed like a few minutes of walking, the Sweater Squad arrived back at the mystery shack along with the other expeditionary group. Unfortunately, there was one person missing, the Armored Brute (or Doomguy as he is called). So, unexpectedly, Orbeck and the others were sent to scout for the missing member. Only to find Doomguy, dead, leaning against the tree.

Orbeck would be lying if he said that he was shocked by his death (at most he would be shocked that someone was brazen enough to kill him). A sight such as this one was all too common throughout most of Lothric, not just as some bewildered passer by but also as the one doing the deed itself...he was the very definition of a fool back then.

He continued to stand by the sideline as everyone proceeds to blame or point out some clue or method. It was clear that doomguy was killed bot by the wound, but by asphyxiation caused by a torn windpipe. It would explain why his death was unnoticed and why there was blood in the mouth.

"I found the murder weapon." Whisper simply reported as she showed the fellow canine the weapon she found; a small stick, possibly from a tree branch snapped in half, with blood found on it's jagged half. "It has the man's scent..." She said, pertaining to the doomguy. There's also one other scent in the stick that she couldn't identify. The blood's scent must've masked it or her nose couldn't really identify who it was.

And it looks as if the weapon itself is nothing more than a stick. Why a stick? Yes, the newcomer (known as Byakuya) is right regarding the hasty work of the assailant, but was this murder so short sighted? So reckless as to not even have a weapon on hand? He might have an idea on hand.
"I do need to ask Byakuya," he said, "but would this assailant commit to the killing so impulsive that they had to use a stick, much less on someone has heavily armored as doomguy." He walks toward the Fox girl (Whisper) before continuing "I suggest that the weapon was not created out of haste but out of necessity, possibly even limited to what they can even use."

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[Thepotatogod]

--Whisper the Wolf-->
thatguyinthestore SheepKing Sayo-Nara Laix_Lake

Hearing the cartoonish looking cat's thoughts makes it seem like Whisper still fits the potential suspect group considering the following:

1. She's part of the group that was with the Doomguy.
2. She wearing gloves all the time.
3. She is pretty agile.

"It...Couldn't have been anyone without a weapon during that time, could it?" Whisper shook her head at Morgana's proposal, aiming to narrow it down even further. "We were attacked by gnomes, so most of us had their own weapons to defend ourselves with." She elaborated. Just then, another human, clad in robes approached her and suggested that the weapon was made out of necessity.

Whisper could see that line of reasoning. According to what she hears about the body, the wound was a small one near the throat. If it was caused by this stick, then that would mean that the perpetrator used the stick to jam it into the armor's cracks near the neck...

The question remains as to who would do such a thing though. This doesn't bode well for Whisper and everyone with a weapon as they could've easily discarded the weapon to use the stick...

 

[Sleek]

Sergeant Johnson
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Johnson was silent, as he watched the dirt wash over Doomguy's body. Byrne, Jenkins, Keyes, Miranda and Jacob, hell, even the few Spartans that he'd come into contact with. Even Haverson had died. Halsey was MIA, as far as he knew, along with her spartan escort. Johnson had seen so much, he felt his fists clench as Frank finished and asked him if he'd lost anyone.

"We're in a war. You lose people."

He said, going over and sitting on the roots of a nearby tree. He took a cigar out, lit it, and took a puff, closing his eyes. No, it wasn't right to leave an unmarked grave. But it was a necessity.

"And no, it's not right. Leaving someone in a shallow, unmarked grave. It's the kinda death every single soldier fears. It ain't goddamn right."

The end of the cigar glowed an angry red-orange as he took a puff. Johnson took a second and stepped back. He wasn't in the right mind, and reflecting on what he'd just said. He wasn't in the mental shape at the moment to make a decision. Right now, Johnson wanted to take his gun and fill the bastard full of lead. But he didn't know who. This.... Ten-sheet that the pervert chick was voting for wasn't in johnson's recollection. Of course, he didn't even have half the names of the group.
What he did have, was a decision.

"I'm not voting. I don't know her well enough and I don't think I'd make the right choice."

Johnson said gruffly, taking another puff of the cigar.

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(Vote: Abstain)

 

[SheepKing]

Isabelle
Just from hearing the conversations nearby, Isabelle learned a plethora of new information. For one, the murder weapon was a common stick and the murder itself was either rushed or unplanned entirely. It was all sloppy. The weirdest thing was there were no finger prints anywhere on the weapon. The stick had been also been broken to make it more jagged. There probably wasn’t a connection between the two but it’d be good to take note of it just in case.

“Thank you, I’ll write all of it down”

Now finished with her examination of the corpse, Isabelle got up and began jotting down all of the new information obtained. The list had already grown to the respectable size.

When Mr. Togami mentioned something called a killing game, Isabelle got a bit confused as to what he meant. Even more confusing, he mentioned multiple of these games. Has he been through this situation multiple times? This was important information to take note of. Was this whole thing planned out. The thought of other people having to go through this “killing game” was terrifying. She began listing off all of her questions one by one in the manner of a journalist.

“Mr. Togami, what exactly do you mean by Killing Games? Has this type of thing happened before? What was the situation surrounding it?”

As for the cat’s suggestion that a gnome might have did the deed, Isabelle unconsciously gripped onto the gnome in her arms a bit tighter. There was absolutely no way her gnome had did it. He was in her arms the entire time. If he had left she would have definitely known. He was innocent, there was no doubt of that.

As for the vote, Isabelle absolutely refused to participate. In her opinion there wasn’t enough information to make an informed decision.

(Vote: N/A)

Spoiler: Evidence

1.Death by small stab wound.
2. Date of death is currently unknown but seemed to occur in a small span of time after the defeat of the gnomes.
3. Weapon is a broken stick that has no traces of finger prints on it.
4. to quote the man in the robes “the weapon was not created out of haste but out of necessity”
5. Killing game? Need elaborating on

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[Benedict Cucumberpatch]

Sir Benedict Cucumberpatch

Benedict clapped for Josh, “Josh, it’s...thinking time.” Benedict thought long and hard, reading and re-reading the evidence, Benedict looked over to Josh, “It is done....I have decided that I will wait Josh, there isn’t enough evidence, there is no time for interrogation or...other methods of obtaining information.” Benedict frowned, they couldn’t go through a proper investigation without “Them”. So instead, he decided to sit in Josh’s arms, and watch the “Trial” unfold

Everyone​

 

[Thepotatogod]

<--Hiryu Kakogawa--Whisper the Wolf-->
thatguyinthestore SheepKing Sayo-Nara Laix_Lake Centurion_

"...I agree with this weirdo over here." Hiryu approached the blonde, perverted knight girl as she told the others to put the blue haired girl named Tenshi to trial. "The wound looks small enough. Plus, the only way to cheese through that kind of armor without removing it that I could think of is to be smaller than him."

"No, I don't think--!" Whisper spoke out clearly out of sheer stress, fearing that her friend is in great jeopardy.

"Think about it, Whisper-chan." Hiryu cutted the wolf girl, "Do you really think that girl wouldn't kill in impulse?" He asked, "I bet right now she's raring to have a go at one of us."

"..." Whisper fell silent, soon glancing at Tenshi in disbelief, however...She still isn't sure if Kakogawa is to be believed...It all feels like conjecture, but there's still that possibility...

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