Eye of the Falls

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Benedict was enjoying the time back at the cabin when he saw that another search was going on. Benedict grabbed a flashlight, “Josh...let’s ride.” When they found the body, Benedict shook his head, “We lost another soldier...ah, I will indeed miss you....purple haired girl, I’m sure you fought well.”. Josh gave Benedict his rubber gloves and megaphone, “Ah...thank you Josh, I know just who to interrogate.” Benedict remembered the neat skeleton and awfully rude cat from the previous investigation. He turned on his megaphone and put it at maximum volume while looking at the tree Morgana was hiding in. “MISTER MORGANA ITS INTERROGATION TIME, HOW DO YOU FEEL THAT ANOTHER FRIEND OF YOURS IS...DEAD.” Josh tugged on Benedict’s sleeve and looked at Benedict, “Ah ah ah Josh, if I was going too far Mister Morgana would’ve been in a pie.”​
 

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    It happened again. One of them is dead. From the group he joined at that too. Whoever the other guy is who was controlled by "Cyclops Dorito" is among them now,they're probably just as unsure as everyone else is. Maybe that's what it wants for chaos to ensue among them.

    Jeez.....Ignis makes thinking so easy....

    Prompto hung his head low in guilt and regret,knowing full well what this would mean. Investigation > Hypothesis > Discussion > Vote > Results.

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Kanna hid behind Prompto upon seeing yet another member of the party killed. She did not want to see it anyway, but she worries that another voting is happening again.

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    Sarah looked over at Felix and silently closed her eyes, blinking for a second and looked down, as she slipped her sunglasses on again. She looked over at the crowd slowly returning with everyone back at the scene, however someone was missing. The blue haired girl, Pluetia had appeared missing and now the group was gathered around her dead body. Another person murdered.

    Sarah felt her vulnerability come up again "Can't you see a parallel here? We keep dropping like humans being hunted down by the worst Terminators! She felt responsibility for holding the weight of two on her shoulders. Felix was like a son to her and John she had to protect him no matter what age he was, or how much he thought he could protect himself. She kept thinking the worst, having terminator dreams of two dead skulls being crushed under metallic terminators. The dreams were there. She couldn't run from them. She had a new reason to get home. Get Felix and John back to where they belonged before the whole group was a goner.


    However, a quick sneak peek of the body had burn marks all over.

    John placed a hand on Sarah's shoulder "Easy, this group is going to make it."

    Sarah turned to John and bit her tongue, trying to nod also looking at Felix

    She closed her eyes.

    "I don't know anymore, you two."

    "Felix, another has been murdered. I don't quite know what happened, but there is burn marks in a lot of spots."

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  • Another murder had occurred. This time Pluetia had died. The General had seen so much death already, he wondered if he was becoming desensitized at times. But nothing bothered him more than watching one of the other soldiers in the group feel like he was alone in this fucked up world, Sergeant Johnson."

    The man eyed Johnson "Sergeant."

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Traksa internally swore when she saw Plutia dead. Traksa may have been unhappy with Plutia after the events at the pool, but she never wanted Plutia dead. Traksa watched as some of her allies broke down-the cat, running away, and the big lug clutch his chest. Underneath Traksa's helmet was a grimace.
There would be vengeance against this Cipher. One day, or another. But for now, Traksa would have to stick with trying to find Plutia's killer.
The skirmisher quickly examined what had happened, and noted burns. Lots and lots of burns. The killer had used fire.
Traksa was no stranger to the use of fire in combat. One of the SPARK units back home was quite fond of it to burn enemies to a crisp, not to mention the Purifiers. But the sight of this was... horrifying, to say the least.
Her mind quickly ran calculations as she tried to deduce Plutia's killer, and immediately realized that the killer very likely was with her when they went to get Mermando out of the pool, likely due to Plutia messing up the mission. Who else would have the will to commit this crime?
The question is, who...
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    Felix followed the Conners on the search for the girl who had caused so many issues. When they found her, he closed his eyes, leaning against his ax which he was still using as a walking stick. The Messorem’s eyes snapped open and he turned his attention to Sarah as the older woman seemed distraught about the issue… So, something about this reminded her of her home, and not in a good way. The blonde offered a small smile, resting a hand on one of the woman’s shoulders. “We’re going to be okay.” He murmured, his voice gentle.

    His blue eyes flicked over the purple haired girl as Sarah spoke. Burns...never a good way to die. “Well, hopefully we can figure out who the killer is again.” The man’s voice was gentle, soothing. He squeezed her shoulder one more time before letting his arm drop away. He was more curious at watching everyone else react to the death. The evidence was going to be found one way or another, he didn’t need to look for it himself. So, instead he’d gauge reactions, read the room. Again, he found himself wishing he could see the souls of everyone around him, but alas.

    The Messorem’s attention was taken away from the situation completely as a new voice joined the group, asking what was going on. It was like Byakuya all over again, except this man didn’t seem to have the same silver spoon fed, silk diapers aura that the younger man had. “Welcome to Gravity Falls.” Felix stated, a bit of sarcasm dripping from is tone. “Where a portal broke to bring us all here across dimensions and we’re getting picked off one by one through the manipulation of a dream demon.” The blonde hadn’t used a lot of sarcasm amongst the group before, though the snark was usually his natural state of being, other than silent. He would chalk it up to the fact that he was still in more pain that he was used to.

    After greeting the new fellow, Felix’s gaze settled upon the man with the long black hair. The one who had seemed so curious about him earlier. The blade of his ax lit up that same crystal blue, more visible now in the darkness than it had been during the day. “Hey,” Felix greeted the man, calling for his attention. “You-,” he was about to say ‘you know something’, but given the current context of their surroundings it would have put suspicions on the man and Felix didn’t want that. “You held my ax earlier.” He stated decided instead. “Are you...an undead?”
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Morgana watched as Sans threw his skull into the branches next to him. He winced at the terrible pun. he sighed a bit. “Just leave me alone ok.. I don’t want to talk..” He was interrupted as the sharply dressed Benedict began to shout at him through the megaphone. He sure was blunt about the situation. The question itself made Morgana visibly more upset. “C-Can we not talk about this please?”

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Whisper's nose took note of the strange scent of what can be described as burnt grass--not weed, just grass. Her eyes soon happened upon what seems to be a burnt trail of sorts. It appears to lead somewhere, along with signs of an explosion of sorts occurring...Perhaps it's something important? She took a glance at the body, and sure enough, there are some burn wounds to be seen...It could be related. Thus, Whisper followed the ash trail.

Hiryu, taking note of Whisper suddenly walking to another direction, decided to tail her. She must be onto the trail of the killer...Or something along those lines. He decided to follow Whisper, to discover the truth behind Plutia's death...For their survival.
 
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Byakuya watched as the group investigated the body once more. Well, at least this time they weren’t trying to cut into to see exactly what happened. Of course, the damage to the body was far worse than it had been with the Doom marine. The rich teen rolled his eyes as Tenshi made a pun but he had no comment.

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Other than the girl’s joke, and the controversial artist's comment, the group seemed to be taking this death a little bit more professionally...though most of them were also taking it emotionally harder. He stifled a groan of annoyance. “Death happens every single day.” He finally stated, hoping to get everyone attention on the actual crime that had been committed instead of their own feelings. “Shouldn’t you all be more worried about saving your own skins? Or finding the killer?”

As Delsin looked into the bushes, he would find nothing. No bloody sticks, or blow torches.

Though Delsin found nothing, Whisper followed the trail of burnt grass and leaves stumbled upon a familiar rifle of some sorts. Or more accurately, pieces of a familiar rifle. The barrel was long and thin, meant to carry a powerful blast at a distance. The half of the gun with the trigger had a rounded cylinder on the back end of it, for holding some kind of substance, most likely whatever had burned and caused damage to Plutia’s head. It was the squid girl's Charger, broken to pieces and just lying there, on the ground completely visible for anyone to stumble across, similar to how the girl’s body had been.


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Following the trail, Whisper arrived at what appears to be a scattered mess of parts. Judging by the obvious trigger and barrel nearby, these are parts of a gun. But what gun exactly, she has yet to figure out. As she went ahead and grab hold of one of the parts, Hiryu arrived on scene. He didn't say a word, but it was clear what Whisper was trying to do; find out what these parts make up. Easy enough...I think. Hiryu walked over to what appears to be a container of sorts. Taking hold of it, it was obvious that the weapon was split in half. Not only that, but the weapon seemed to be more of a sniper rifle than anything.

"What do you think this is?" Hiryu asked, handing Whisper one half of the rifle as she laid the weapon's barrel onto the ground. She placed the other half on the ground, viola, it's a whole weapon again. Well, at least, two pieces of the same weapon. "Looks like one of those waterguns, except it's a sniper rifle." He deduced, rubbing his chin.

"It's the murder weapon." Whisper told Hiryu, with a little bit of doubt in her voice. "I think."

"You're not even sure...?" Hiryu sighs before glancing at the weapon again. "Why would a water gun make a burn?"

"Because it's not just a water gun." Whisper shook her head, "It's the squid girl's ink gun. It shoots ink that could burn."

"That..." Hiryu's eyes widened, "Wouldn't that make that squid brat our main suspect then?" He turned Whisper with an obvious query, wondering if he should let the Squidkid be analyzed by Ford's mean lean mind reading machine.

"That would be the general consensus if they saw this but..." Whisper shook her head, "Something's off about all this."

"Yeah. There's too little effort in hiding everything, huh." Hiryu sighed, noticing what she means. Although this time, it appears that the crime is somewhat complex.

"Kakogawa, can you take these to Isabelle?" Whisper asked of Hiryu, walking past the rifle, letting her nose sniff the air once more. "I'll look around some more here."

"Right." Hiryu nodded, soon grabbing hold of both weapon halves and walked back to the group, following the trail he and Whisper followed.

When Hiryu got back, he looked for the yellow mutt, soon approaching her.

"Hey, doggo." Hiryu said, dropping the broken rifle on the floor. "I found a weapon...Or what's left of it." He presented what would be a possible murder weapon. "I think the Squid's now suspicious, don't you think?"
 
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Benedict started to become more insistent at Morgana, “AH AH AH, DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS DEATH TO REMAIN A MYSTERY OR NOT.” Benedict threw the megaphone at Josh, “Ah, I see you’ve forced my hand Morgana.” Benedict began to slowly climb the tree, no effort showing on his face, “Morgana, we....need you for investigative purposes...now be a swell kitty and sit and answer questions like normal animals.”

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Johnson was quiet, not seeing Isabelle past his slowly reddening vision. He snapped back to reality when the little dog hugged him, and awkwardly patted her back. In the marines, there usually weren't touchy-feely moments, but hey, Johnson wasn't complaining. He didn't expect a civilian to know. John Connor calling his name made him look up. Johnson's eyes were bloodshot, though they had been working all night without sleep, and it could've just as easily been tobacco smoke.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just needed a sit."

Johnson said, offering a cigar to John Connor.

"Might as well, son."

Then that damn kid started flapping his jaw. Johnson would love it if the kid would shut up, and especially felt right now, if people weren't around, he might just cuff him to a tree and leave him there for that Bill guy to get him.

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  • He'd be taken aback by the guy's tone, but Dizzy can see how the situation could cause such a thing. "Oh," he said simply, "that's new."

    He wasn't exactly sure how to feel, other than extremely out of place. Surprised, sure, but he's been through quite a few surprising things. Wallin is finding it hard to focus on one thing, the information that he got transported across "dimensions", and the murder that just took place. That being said, he knows that he has to orient himself. "Well, I'll just try and make myself useful." Dizzy said as the blond turned away, leaving him to his self. He put his hat back on, it's time to get investigating. He ain't the smartest, but he'll be damned if he won't try his best to help.

    He turned away, looking to the body once more. He took one step towards it, then realized he had basically no medicinal knowledge whatsoever. Come on, Dizzy, use your head! Just think. How would you find a killer from a crime scene? Well, look for clues! But that's a given. What counts as a clue? Footsteps, I guess. No, wait, footprints. A lightbulb turned on in the Gear's head, and he looked to the ground. He crouched down, squatting near the dirt. He'd start near the body, but if nothin' turned up, he'd expand his search further to find a footprint. Maybe they can figure where they headed off to.

    "Hey, can someone hand me a flashlight? It'd be mighty useful," Dizzy shouted behind him.
 
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"Ah hah! Thank you, thank you!" Frank exclaimed, bowing in response to the cheers and applause he received from the ghost and the co-operation he received from Callie. If he was being honest, he was actually a little proud of himself - surely, this would be one of the best animal dances the ghosts would see in at least a few hundred years. "Maybe I'm in the wrong career, guys! What do you think?"

Before Frank had time to realise that he had just made a complete fool out of himself and to let the overwhelming embarrassment set in, the grandpa ghost, Pa, raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and just like that, their buddies were back in their physical forms. They were edible, plastic and digital no longer. Frank hoped that while they had their out-of-body experiences, they couldn't see any of what went on. That would mean a heck of an explanation. But sometimes that's all that it takes.

To a true journalist, no sacrifice is too great in pursuit of a scoop. Not even their dignity.

“Okay, the next time you bother us, the price will be a lot steeper than just a few songs and dances!” Ma said, just as both her and Pa vanished without a trace. Drat, Frank thought. He didn't get a picture of them in their non-monster forms! Next time, he'll make sure not to hesitate. At least he got a picture of the brain - that alone is scoop enough for anybody.

Dipper then grabbed a container filled with snacks and poured them into a nearby bin, before reaching down and scooping up a puddle that had dripped off of the ghosts back when they had been in their brain form. Frank rationalised that unless Dipper planned to display a jar of ghost slime on his top shelf at home, it must be the ectoplasm. The bright green goo was sticky, but Dipper managed well enough. “Alright, let’s just get back.”

"H-Hey, hold up a minute, guys! Let me get out of this friggin' costume first...!"

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Frank followed the crew deeper into the woods without another word. He had an overwhelming premonition. He was beginning to develop an irrational fear of the woods. Instead of using the flashlights provided by Ford and Stan, he decided to use the night-vision function on his camera instead. He felt like he could see more clearly with it, anyway - despite the fact that he bothered to go through the trouble to pick up a flashlight himself while he was in Willamette.

When the two groups appeared to split up, he went with Stan, and they ended up with Plutia. Suffice to say... she wasn't in top condition. In fact, Frank was sure that doctors called it "really dead". Toasted. Most of the burns were around her neck, the severity worsening as they wrapped around to the girl’s back. Parts of her clothes had been eaten away from her shoulders to reveal more blistering and harsh burns. He grimaced at the sight - no matter how many times he saw people shot, eaten alive or die in any other way, it was just something that made Frank sick to the stomach.

"Jeez... what a scene! The back of her head...? I hope that came first instead of the burning. That would've just been a sick way to go." Frank commented, making his way closer to her body and looking it over with Valentine and Scias. Soon after, Hiryu arrived, dropping on the floor what, at a glance, looked like a pile of junk, and what, after taking more than a cursory look, looked like the remains of a sniper rifle. One which looked familiar... Callie's?

"I found a weapon... or what's left of it. I think the Squid's now suspicious, don't you think?" Hiryu said.

"Well, I mean... it sure is her rifle. Let's take a closer look at it. Sure, it's broken, but last time we found leads on the weapon itself." Frank began, crouching down on the floor to observe the Charger more closely. "Maybe we'll get some similar results this time..." He added, zooming in with his camera so he could the finer details easier.

"Hey, can someone hand me a flashlight? It'd be mighty useful," Frank heard, from the unfamiliar man they met a few minutes ago. They apparently must have missed him at the beginning - just how long was he laying there? It was morning when Frank woke up, and now it must be getting close to midnight!

"Uh, yeah, I got a spare one!" Frank shouted back, standing up so he could see the silhouette of the man. He reached inside of his jacket pocket and pulled out the flashlight he had picked up in Willamette, turning it on so he could see him better.

"Here you go." Frank said, as he walked over to the man and held out the flashlight for him to take. "I'm just gonna say; don't go out too deep. Even if you think you can handle yourself, we've lost two people because they went out by themselves around here." If the man took the flashlight, Frank would then nod and return to examining the murder weapon.​
 
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Benedict glared at the neat skeleton
he grinned a humorous grin, “Ah, what was...that?” Benedict climbed back down the tree, “I’ve never had...anyone talk to me like that since Charlie....poor poor Charlie.” Benedict said as Josh put a flipper to his heart and shook his head. “Mister skeleton...sometimes...you have to do what must be done...for the greater good. After all, I believe my greatest enemy is afoot...so how about.” Benedict grabbed the megaphone and aimed it at the tree “YOU WADDLE OFF!” Benedict stepped on San’s foot, “Ah, that should make you waddle.” Benedict said as he walked away, glancing back at Sans head

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Morgana sighed and nodded slightly as he climbed further up the tree. Morgana didn’t really show much of a reaction to the date comment since nothing weird seemed to happen last time, and he just thought it was part of the skeletons weird sense of humor. As he expected Benedict was not very fond of Sans’ back talk to him. He shook his head and finished climbing the tree sitting on another branch waiting for Sans.

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Benedict stopped walking, “The murders...the reason I’m here.” Benedict pulled out a picture of a hideous creature from his jacket, one that made even the likes of him wince, “This must be the work of you...my greatest enemy.” He crumpled up the photo and threw it on the ground, “Ah...but you will lie in the bed you have made soon enough, my powers overcome yours I’m afraid.” He crumpled it up and threw it on the ground, “Josh, make sure no one sees this picture, even I don’t want a fate as cruel as seeing....him...to happen to anyone...except you Josh.” Benedict patted Josh’s head as he walked back over to the investigation, “I have a plan...” Josh then pulled out a lighter and burned the picture.​
 
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Just like that, Morgana ran off. Truly topics of this sort are probably not suited for a former killer for hire. Or maybe it was the constant hallows that wander all over Lothric. From the Profane Capital to the Grand Archives of Lothric castle, you will only see demons, hallows, invading phantoms, and rarely an undead that is sane enough to have a conversation with. As Orbeck looks on towards Sans and that miniature suited man (Sir Benedict), he notices Felix coming up to him. At this point, what would he enquire Orbeck about? He soon got his answer.

“Are you...an undead?”

How curious, he was meaning to ask the same question since he saw the nature of Felix's injuries.
"How intriguing, I was meaning to ask you the same question." he said, "But yes, in fact, I am one who was made a victim of the undead curse...what about you?"

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Morgana watched as Sans climbed up the tree. He looked a little concerned once he started counting down. As soon as Sans said one the world seemed to fade a bit. “Oh my god, what is happening?” Morgana was obviously freaked out a bit by the sudden change, but his demeanor quickly went back to a saddened one as Sans started to bring up the murder. “I’m not sure what to say about it really... I guess it just really upsets me that the people I befriended are either a traitor or killed. I know I’ve said it before, but I really miss Slugcat...”

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A few moments after the new man came over Isabelle decided to finally let go of the solider. She was a bit sensitive to his smoking and thought it'd be quite rude to accidentally cough on the guy in the middle of her hug. Wiping her beady little eyes, she gave a last wavering smile to the man before heading back to the rest of the group. Isabelle still needed to find out the killer. Taking back out her clipboard, she quickly went to filling in everything that she'd miss. Thanks to the now exposed body of Plutia, the dog could now easily see the burns that covered the back of the poor girl. Even part of her skull seemed to have melted off from whatever happened. She quickly jotted down the gruesome evidence onto her board so she wouldn't have to stare at the terrible sight for any longer. Now for the weapon, Hiryu came over and quickly solved that mystery for her. In his hands was the now destroyed charger weapon that the squid girl had. Did she kill the girl or was this a framing?

"Thank you mister, I'll be sure to take note of this but for now I don't think it's safe to make any conclusions on if she did it or not, she could have easily been framed"

There was one thing she wanted to check. Was it really her gun that had did this? Thankfully the little dog remembered that the squid girl also carried another of her ink weapons around. If she could get the squid to shoot at something using it and observe how it effected the target, she could figure out if her ink had the possibility of doing this! With the stakes of this trial it was important that they made sure that all of the evidence was correct. if there was even the slightest chance that she was being framed Isabelle would defend her if it were necessary.

Getting the Squid girl's attention with a wave to her direction and headed to where she stood. Not wanting to scare the girl, Isabelle decided that it'd be counterproductive to tell her that she was now the most suspicious in the group. Rather, she was quite vague in how she phrased her question.

"Miss Squiddy? Can you do something for me? It'd be great if you could use your blaster to shoot at...."

Isabelle looked for a suitable target and found a sturdy tree and pointed at it.

".....That? I would like to check something"

If her ink burned the tree in a close enough way to how the victim had been scorched there would be no denying that one of her weapons had been used in the crime.
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  • The victim after suddenly disappearing from the group was found face up dead.
  • It is unknown whether she was killed before or after the group who went to search for the ectoplasm returned. The mermaid group lost track of her sometime before they came back
  • There was no effort made to hide the body
  • Large burns can be found on her body
  • The back half of her skull is completely gone
  • There was an indentation in the ground, a powerful blast?
  • The apparent weapon seems to be one of the squid girl’s guns. It’s now completely dismantled and now impossible to put back together. Is she being framed?
 
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Morgana was still extremely confused by what was going on. His eyes lit up a bit as he saw the bin of sushi. He quickly took it, but he suddenly heard a small voice in his head.
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    Sarah's nightmare was always in red and something that involved fire, everything looked like the scene below, every night was the same:

    Nuclear flames completely eradicated everything within sight,much like the scene below, except the fact that the shack was in flames, everything around her was gone and a lot more than that was missing. She gritted her teeth, shocked eyes surrounded her and she was breathing heavy. After she felt Felix's hand on her shoulder, she calmed herself down ".. Thanks..."

    "Fuck, I can't believe that happened again."


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    Sarah bit her tounge just to regain her composure and took a breath.

    She looked over at Felix and nodded as a few others joined them.

    A solider with a hat who wanted to know what was going on, and another who wanted to know if Felix was a undead.

    Sarah held out a hand to the new person "Name's.. Sarah."

    She also indirectly answered the other man "Wait, Felix, so there is someone else similar to you?"

    There was a lot more going on than she missed.


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    John Connor nodded "Thank you, Sergeant."

    For a second, John didn't have to imagine himself standing on top a pedestal surrounded by the cheering Human Resistance. He was just another solider here.
    Among many others.

    The man looked horrible, and every death seemed to be taking a toll on the solider.

    "Every death here is burying another solider fighting under my command. The world lies on my shoulders. Should I lose, humanity loses with me."

    "I understand. I've had to bury 1,000s almost millions of my own men and woman in the war against the machines at home."

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[something something something, returning from the Dawn 2 Dusk convenience store, motivation kicking my ass, yadda yadda yadda, same story different post]

"Miss Squiddy? Can you do something for me? It'd be great if you could use your blaster to shoot at... ...That? I would like to check something"

Callie's ears perked. Her name had been called. Or, more specifically, she had been called by her race. Well, seeing as she was the only inkling around, it was only fair. She had referred to Whisper (though she didn't know the girl's name) by the fur of her coat. She stood up from her spot a few trees away from the scene of the crime, and approached Isabelle. One thing that caught her eye before she could fulfill the dog's request, however, was the familiarity of the burns across the victim's body.

"Hang on just a minute! These aren't normal burns. These are acid burns!!" Due to the genre she originates from, she was compelled to explain further, "An inkling's ink is actually pretty acidic compared to normal ink you could find in, say... a pen. Somebody probably took one of my weapons while I wasn't paying enough attention!" Sure enough, Callie checked, and a gun was missing from her back. The Charger. It wasn't just unlikely that the wounds found on Plutia's body were caused by a direct hit from the Charger, it was almost guaranteed. There wasn't anything that could cause this kind of damage, as far as Callie knew.

"Huh?" Callie snapped back into reality, turning back to Isabelle. She recalled what Isabelle had asked. Of course, it seemed Callie had already crucified herself by analyzing Plutia's burns. Well, it never hurt to help, Callie supposed! She shrugged and cocked the Blaster, fiddling with a springy bit before pointing it to the tree and pulling the trigger.

A glob of ink traveled from the stout barrel and to the tree, impacting with a dull thud and exploding on contact. Callie pulled her arm up reflexively, before shaking off the traces of ink that had gotten on her. Where there used to be a tree was... still a tree. The weapon isn't that powerful! However, there was a crater on the tree's stricken side, which was slightly charred, and slowly being dissolved by the ink. She grimaced, seeing the aftermath. It was, indeed, disturbingly similar to the wound found on Plutia's body. Hopefully that didn't get her in too much trouble, and the truth behind her framing would come out.

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Having wandered off somewhere for the entirety of the last mission, K'Thix appears seemingly from nowhere, his eyes scanning the group, before resting on Plutia "Goodness" he murmurs to himself, approaching, and taking a good look at the corpse. His antennae twitching as he leans in closer "Hmmm" he hums in thought as the stalks atop his head sniffed the air, searching for any chemical traces or distinctive scents "Could be chemical...Could be heat" he murmurs to those close to the corpse.

Where had he been? Who knows. Why didn't he follow the group? Your guess is as good as mine. He clearly just didn't feel like it.
Perhaps he went to get a hotdog and spilled ketchup all over his clothes, and then had to go get his clothes cleaned? Only Xom knows his motivations at this point. He clearly didn't feel like fetching Mermaid hair or whatever, that much was clear.

Nightwisher Nightwisher @Corpse People​
 
The After Life​

Bill’s laugh rangout throughout the dreamscape before fading away as the two mute beings tried to communicate with one another. Their inner dialogue were boring. Slugcat was sorry, Doomguy was raging. Blah, blah, blah, it lacked...action. It lacked irresponsibility...It lacked entertainment.

The door that the Doom marine went to did, in fact, come off the hinges for him to use. As he entered the room, Bill was already there, a screen projector hanging on the wall. The picture was of the two beings standing on the platform looking over the stairs and doors.

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“So, you’re lost in a Dreamscape with the guy who killed you, and the guy who you killed.” He turned to face them, clicking to the next slide. As the Dream Demon pressed the button on the clicker, the door that Doomguy held vanished from his hands and went back to its hinges. “Here was three easy steps to entertain the one who trapped you.” Click.

“Fight.”

Click.

“Strip poker.”

Click.

“Realize there’s no way out and you will spend your eternity as nothing more than the guy who failed to save his pet bunny, and the cute little survivor of the flood whose family didn’t care enough to come after, allowing these realizations of your own failures and not being loved driving you to insanity.”

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There was a loud gunshot and Bill snapped his fingers, the projector vanishing from sight. “Oh-ho...Looks like I have another play thing.” The grin in his voice was easy enough to hear as he looked past Doomguy and Slugcat to find Plutia laying on the ground of the room.


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