Eye of the Falls


Isabelle
Isabelle didn't want to believe that the wolf girl did it. Even with all of the evidence stacked against her she just couldn't see her doing it. Thankfully there was one thing that didn't add up. Miss Wolfy wore gloves so her fur couldn't have been caught on the trigger. Now there were two other animals who had fur that could match up with the strands found on the weapon. Miss kitty and the tall dog with shaggy hair. Miss kitty didn't have any thumbs so she ruled her out quickly. Isabelle then heard someone vote for the other dog in the group so she decided to go with him on it.

"I-I think the tall doggy man did it"

Vote: Scias​

  • 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?
  • Brown/tan colored fur was found near the trigger of the weapon
 
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Morgana wasn’t sure what to do anymore. He didn’t want to vote. He didn’t want to make the same mistake as last time, but he felt like he didn’t have a choice. As the yellow dog just said, Whisper had those gloves so how could her fur even get in the trigger? All the evidence did point to her though. He wasn’t sure what to do. He shook slightly at the thought of being wrong again. He took a deep breath before finally speaking up. “I... I agree with the yellow dog!”

Vote: Scias

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  • Thankfully everything seemed to go rather smoothly when everyone else persuaded the ghosts. Without hesitating, Cole followed Dipper out of the gas station after making absolutely sure nobody was left behind. After all, the last thing the group needed was anyone else loitering around and pissing the ghost owners off further.

    Either way, when he returned he realized just how famished he was. As a Conduit he didn't need to eat, drink, nor sleep- they were mostly just there as an option after the blast. Now that his electrical abilities were gone he couldn't ignore a human's basic essentials; his growling stomach sure as shit made sure he knew that. Thankfully the little girl had brought in snacks and drinks. MacGrath gratefully took both food and beverages from the kid's stash, nodding out of appreciation.

    "Thanks," He commented as he began to eat a bag of chips and a bottle of water. Pure water. Something he didn't expect to be able to enjoy in a long time. Hell, maybe after this he could get a proper bath rather than having to sponge scrub himself down. However, these pleasant thoughts were immediately dropped the moment someone noticed another party member was gone. When everyone else headed out, so did he- and promptly found the kid's dead body.

    Some people began to cry, others investigate the scene. A masked guy let off the suggestion that they should use the machine to check each and every person within the group beforehand. The ex-courier shook his head in response to this.

    "I don't think that'd be efficient. Too many of us means we'd just bog ourselves down doing that- that, and it gives the killer plenty of time to do something else. I think we oughta just test one person, then move on and get the rest of the stuff so everyone else can get the hell outta Dodge." His gravelly voice resonated slightly throughout the group, though he scowled as Byakuya made a nasty remark about everyone else grieving. If someone didn't get this kid to shut up, he swore he was going to take his God-damn Amp and just smack Four-eyes in the head with it, leave him for dead. Either that, or do everyone else a favor and impale the bastard. With or without a thousand volts coursing through his melee weapon, those prongs were still damn sharp.

    "Yeah, and we'll be throwing a party when you die..." The irritated Demon commented under his breath at the prick's comment that death happened frequently. His cold blue eyes glanced up to see the Japanese kid holding up some broken rifle of sorts, prompting him to walk over and take a look. Apparently it was the squid girl's, explaining the burns on the dead body. The former chose to demonstrate this to Isabelle, showing everyone its acidic properties. Other people, including Ant-Man, agreed to this statement. Good to know the rifle wasn't a red herring of sorts. In addition, the journalist found some sort of fur. Light brown-slash-tan fur. It cleared Ink-kid from being the killer, since the texture seemed like it came from the person who pulled the trigger, but there were multiple furballs loitering around. As the photographer took one piece of fur, Cole swiped another when nobody wasn't looking, carefully examining it as everyone else began a shit-fest of accusations between two sentient animals- the She-Wolf and the Old Dog. The Jap said something about the fur being a potential red herring; Cole disagreed.

    "I can't see someone being so meticulous to go as far as to jam a piece of fur into the gun..." The Electric Man commented, raising the piece of fur high for others to see. He then looked both Whisper and Scias directly in the eye for a few seconds, examining both of them, before gesturing with his free hand to come over.

    "Both of you get over here. Wolf Girl, take your gloves off. And both of you hold out your hands- Er, paws." Cole's deep voice echoed through the conversations and past everyone's accusation spree. The very least they could do was compare the fur between the two suspects before making a decision.
 
Fulgore looks at the gathered souls, all debating and arguing over who the killer was. Thou killer wasn't really the proper term. Meat Puppet was more accurate, considering. Talks of planting evidence or not didn't matter to him. What was on Fulgores mind is how many more. Were they going to keep getting killed off like this? And speaking of Killing, How does one lose a large rifle, ink gun or No?

"Callie, how did you lose your weapon in the first place? Shouldn't you have been keeping better track of an ACID CANNON of all things?"

Fulgore's tone wasn't accusatory, or anything, seeing as he doesn't have any inflection to his synthetic voice.

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597226So the murder weapon was a rifle that shot ink that burned? A strange weapon, but he knew as well as any what in times of war, all factions would work to develop whatever they could to get ahead of their enemies. The, now broken, gun belonged to the squid-woman, but it was doubtful that she’d use her own weapon in a murder, and then leave it on the ground for all to see.

When they discovered the fur caught in the trigger of the gun, he again couldn’t help but look to Whisper. It somewhat matched in colour, but he couldn’t think of how her fur would get caught in the gun when she wore gloves. Several others seemed to think the fur decided the murderer, but a few cast suspicion on Scias himself. Scias looked around at them and pointed at himself, questioningly. Was it really possible that he could have killed this child without even being aware of it? He didn’t like to think so, but with the fur as evidence, it seemed to be a choice between only himself and Whisper.

One man called out to him, looking up at his eyes. Scias returned the gaze. He walked over to the man and held out his paws for inspection.

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With the new information on the fur and stuff, and everyone voting for.. Whisper?? You guess it sorta made sense that you change your vote as well... perhaps the squid girl wasn't really in the wrong....

"Uhh... I guess I uh... also... vote for Whisper... or something..."

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  • Dizzy finally began searching for footprints... before everyone decided to start placing the blame on someone. Wallin looked over to the group, walking back to them. He opened his mouth to speak, about to object to their hasty decision making. Something stopped him, though. It isn't hard to figure that they've done this before, and Dizzy wasn't there for it. He's willing to bet, though, that there is some time constraint. What that is, and why that is, is beyond the Gear, but he is way out of his depth in many other ways as well. Dizzy resigned himself to the back, thinking about who it might be himself.

    He heard the evidence, and folk whittled the list down to two prime suspects. A wolf per- wait what? Taking a step back, Wallin's eyes widened on who most people are "voting" for, this Whisper. "What in Sam Hill?" he whispered to himself. An an... anpra.. anprathamorphic? Yeah, an anprathamorphic wolf, standing right there. In fact, taking a better look at the others, many weren't human. He was used to things around him not being human, but not this kind of not human. A cat, a squid thing, a guy in a beanie. What kinda dimension are these folk from?

    Focus, Dizzy! He shook his head and put on the proverbial thinking cap. The two suspects both had fur similar to what they found on the ink rifle. The Gear held his belt as he thought, looking back and forth between the two. Then, a man asked the two to present their hands. If one of them had a patch on their... paw.. that would basically prove who it was. At the mention of gloves, he looked to Whisper's hands. "Ain't that somethin'..." Sure enough, she did have gloves, and it's real unlikely a bit of fur fell off her noggin and made it onto the trigger, of all places. They'll know better when they see their paws, but right know Dizzy is really suspecting Scias. It seems the most logical choice in Dizzy's old head.
 
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    Felix looked between Sarah and Orbeck as he tried to find a way to give them both his attention to keep the woman calm and interact with the other undead. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so split to give people his attention, he forgot how odd it felt. As Orbeck spoke, the Messorem’s blue eyes met his gaze. “Lorthric? No, I come from a world called Venus Terra.” The man said, looking up at his ax which did not glow this time. He rolled his eyes and looked back to the black haired man. “Spells and sorceries, huh.” He nodded. ”Only Messorem can do those things back where I come from. But probably in a very different way. There are some who like to play with their prey first, and will use spells and illusions to do just that.” So, naturally, Felix was rather weary about the idea of spells and sorceries in the hands of an undead, one with humanity or otherwise.

    Once again, Felix’s attention was taken away as Dizzy and Sarah introduced themselves to each other. It was odd, that so many people had jumped down Byakuya’s throat when he first appeared, but no one seemed to give this guy a second glance...Granted, there was no way in Inferos he could have gotten a hold of the squid’s charger, or tan fur from one of the other fur covered members, but still...Felix wasn’t quite sure if he trusted what was going on with the man. Though, it really was not the time for Felix to start shit with a newcomer. Besides, the man did actually seem genuinely nice. Nonetheless, his gaze shifted between Dizzy and Sarah as the man felt a little bit protective of the older woman. She was just so similar in personality to his actual mother, when they had met...Felix couldn’t shake the feeling.

    The Messorem listened to all of the evidence being presented and took another step toward Sarah, glancing at Orbeck to let the man know that if he still wanted to talk, he could. Felix placed his ax onto his back, wincing in pain as his ribs screamed in protest and wrapped an arm around Sarah’s shoulders to help hold him up instead. “Do you think it’s the wolf or do you think that’s too easy of a target?” The man whispered, trying to work out her thought process behind her own vote before he made his own. His eyes continued to scan the surrounding people as they tried to find any last remaining clues.    [/div][/div]
 
Dizzy would not find any footprints on his search. The ground was too hard in this particular part of the forest that even a more hearty man like him barely left a dent in the dirt. Considering the size and build a most of the people in the group, it was unlikely any of them would have actually left foot prints behind.

As Cole demanded that Whisper and Scias show their hands-. Er, paws. At the moment, Scias was the one who stepped forward to present. There were no fresh patches of fur missing.


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--Whisper The Wolf--
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Whisper clutched her hand at that moment--it's been quite a while since she's taken off these gloves, so she's not sure how they'll look after months and months of war. Regardless, to prove her innocence, Whisper approached Cole, taking off her black gloves and hung them by her belt. It would be noticeable that her hands...Are skin. Yep, you heard me. That dark brown on her muzzle(snout?) and arms--Those are flesh.

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Thrown and curled on the ground as the role dictated, Julie pretended to have truly meant each and every word, barely mustering the effort to get herself up again and instead just, wallowing in the exact place she had fallen. That did not keep her from surveying her surroundings, however, as her sensitive feline ears were capable of keeping her in touch with pretty much every new event in the room, despite her not being able to see them.

A female's voice, she'd say a teenager by the hyper tones, seemed excited to participate in the sudden talent show put together by the pair of ghosts, asking to be picked next. Nearby, the cat would guess right behind her, a high pitched squeak, almost undecipherable, asked to be eaten. Judging by the scurrying, wet sounds that had come from the same position, it had rolled over, covered in a sticky substance and wasn't very happy about it. Maybe it wasn't accustomed to it. Another victim of supernatural transformation, perhaps?

She couldn't deny it, the offer was very tempting, even more since her past meal was all long gone now. But there was simply no way that she could oblige with the request and still manage to keep her acting together. The two were incompatible, polar opposites. So sadly, she'd have to pass on it this time. Shame, it was such a willing dinner too...

Despite the earlier female's wish to perform, the next voice had been a male's. A very familiar one. As the pestering black-haired human had started his tale, the Siamese couldn't help to lean up just a little, attempting to catch sight o the man as he told the story. He, interested her, in the same way a scientist was interested of their research subjects. He seemed keen of sight, at least, keenest than most humans being were, something about him spelled wisdom but also secrets. Those that were not what they appeared to be were quite intriguing to the Nekomata, if only because they came with a certain thrill, like a puzzle that yearned to be solved, an instrument to beat boredom.

As such, each and every word was taken in with the utmost attention. Some bits of the tale sounded oddly specific. Too specific to be the product of pure and raw improvisation... No, Julie was convinced that not everything in the story was a lie. Perhaps the context had been shifted, but certain elements of it ringed true, too well-constructed, well-thought out to not be real... His own life-story, or was it one of someone really close? An actual fact disguised as a moral story, told with almost unwavering indifference. Truly impressive, not everyone would be cold-blooded enough to do so without even the minor shift in tone, which she had not heard. Not at any point.

That story, oh it was getting brought back up at a later occasion. Definitely.

Now for a really drastic shift in the mood, a different male adult had started singing a cheery, cheesy, mellow song, dressed in an odd dinosaur costume. Was it a reference to something? The old-fashioned cat could not understand as the show the man was alluding to wouldn't be produced for more a hundred years on her perspective, yet she was smart enough to recognize that the song was clearly meant for younger audiences. A lot younger. A malicious grin had made it into the feline's mouth. Two, two individuals whose ridiculous moments could now be used against them. Ghost-hunting had turned into quite the gold-mine for teasing repertoire.

"Ah...that simply wont do Josh...we have a whiner."​

How... rude! Her ears had twitched in annoyance at the stuck-up... creature's voice, looking over at the perpetrator doing her best to not glare at him for the sake of the role she had been performing. The nerve of some people, all she had seem this gremlin do was order his penguin servant around. Despicable. What right had him to say anything when he hadn't in fact, done anything? Julie had been about to spice up the performance even more, breakdown sobbing at the man's words and accuse him of being heartless. She had been that close to putting on a show that'd put the entire room against that lazy bastard, but for his luck, --or maybe unluck, time would tell--, the old couple of ghosts had actually agreed with him.

Drat! Now she was forced to swallow her pride and ego and play a retreating card:

"I-I'm sorry...", she let out in a whimper covering her face with her tail as if attempting to hide in shame, "I-I didn't plan to! I just got... so sad by thinking about things...", lowering her ears, Julie sat back down in a slump, as if disappointed in herself after the received lecture, "I should just shut up since my feelings clearly don't matter here."

There would be hell to pay, she mentally promised herself, the man with the penguin were marked for revenge now.

Really though, heartless, all of them! How could they not feel a single thing from such marvelous acting! The humans from her home would have given her an award for it, to put together with all of the previous ones, sitting on that nice shelf in the living room that was great for a nap. The people from the 2000's just had no taste and were ill-accustomed. Honestly, what was the couple even complaining about, boredom? This place didn't even look a hundred years old! Live for at least another hundred years in this abandoned store and then, only then, they may come and complain to her about being bored. How long have they been dead, 50 years?! Ha! Amateurs...

Despite the blow to both her ego and actress pride, which had really been rubbing over her with time, the group had managed to successfully appease the ghosts and rescue everyone that had been transformed or... apparently trapped into a box with a magical glass that displayed in colors and changed on it's own. Uhh what? The Nekomata couldn't even begin to fathom what that technological contraption was even meant for, but apparently the blue-haired human with peach on her hat had been trapped in there. ...The future made less and less sense the more she learned about it.

The male human-kit got the ectoplasm inside a trash can and then they all went back to the shack to deliver it to the Ford human, where the prick blonde kept being his usual pleasant self. Eh, she had tried helping with that already, it was no longer her problem. The highlight of the night had been the snacks that the old man and the female-kit, Mabel, had put together for them. Oh yes! Finally food! Julie had promptly made her way to the top of a chair and dictated what she wanted to eat. Any complaints about having a cat sitting at the table as well would be dismissed and ignored as the stubborn youkai would refuse to move anywhere else.

Mabel's effort to keep it together was... bothering. For starters, it was a very poor attempt at acting and the transition had just been too fast to really be any enjoyable. Just shock value and no real downwards spiral into desperation. Also it had not been her that had caused it. Either way, the traumatization of the female child had been done in very bad taste and it just didn't sit well with the feline. Lots of potential had been completely lost in the process. A really bad job...

And so the loop continued to roll, eventually bringing dinner to a halt as another of their members seemed to have gone missing and like last time, had to be accounted for. The Ford human had then signed at the Stan human to keep the kits inside. He knew what was up, Julie knew what was up, heck at this point everyone probably knew what was up. They had lost someone else, Bill had made a new victim.

Plutia, as seemed to be girl's name had been found deeper in the woods, as expected dead. Some reacted with delight, leaving the cat to guess that the girl had not been very useful to her own scavenge team, warranting the desire of her murder. As always bored with the initial surrounding of the body and hateful of crowds, the Nekomata had stuck to the background, catching bits of dialogue with her cat ears. The half-cat abomination seemed upset, perhaps he and the corpse had been friends during their last mission, but now it was all alone again. First the grey creature, now the temperamental purple-haired human, his day was not being a pleasant one. Good. She was still miffed about being made fun off at the end of the gnome raid. The suffering of her berate-r was very much welcome.

"Why won't we check everybody's mind with the helmet thing that Ford used on Slugcat?"​

"I doubt it would be that easy.", the cat scoffed at the man in full black attire who like her had a morbid sense of humor, "I'm sure either four-eyes over there or Ford would have something against it. Perhaps some more convenient scientific bullshit.", she complained out loud for the mentioned to hear it.

Not the whole playing detective again, jeeez, it had been boring enough the first time. There was no hope of these people even giving her the chaos and finger-pointing that she wanted to see, they were just completely useless on that department. Perhaps it would be better to have a new nap on order.

After the whole first look in the crime scene, the others started moving around, allowing Julie to assess the damage from her sitting spot. She couldn't help but whistle at the impressive gorey sight, as the human's skin had been layered with burns and her skull practically melted away by some kind of acidic substance. Someone had incorporated a true artist for something like this:

"Woah, that looks like something I would do! Didn't think any of you useless bunch had the guts to carve such a work of art...", she purred proud of the killer, "Good job whoever you are!"

Investigation kept going on, the murder weapon had apparently been the stolen squid creature's gun, that apparently could shoot acidic corrosive ink from it. Whoever took it had also tried to destroy the whole thing, trying to make it unrecognizable but failing in the process. In the background, people started putting their theories together, the dapper heartless gremlin had took it upon himself to bother that Morgana (wasn't that a female name?) cat and a dwarf-looking guy that had not been with them before asked to have the situation explained to him. Normal-boring things.

That which had taken her attention had been the conversation between the black-haired prying human and a second, blonde human that carried an axe with him. Julie had stealthy approached the two, though not enough that anyone could tell she had been listening, and the word 'undead' had clearly made it into her ears. Bingo, she was right, the story did have a stroke of truth to it, though what it meant exactly and how deep it went was yet to be seen...

This exchange was a lot more entertaining than the murder-mystery play put together by the Illuminati dream demon.

With the final piece of the puzzle found, the voting round had slowly begun. Whoever had used the now shattered gun had been reckless and left some of their fur by the trigger. That left three suspects by fur color, herself, the wolf female hybrid and a second canine hybrid that wore a colored robe. At least no one had been stupid enough to pick her because, well, no hands. If Julie had tried using a gun in this current form she'd be much more likely to get herself hurt instead of whoever she'd be trying to hit. Also, eh, guns were not her style, they were loud, smelly and waaay too quick.

So it was between the two canines. The cat stood up and approached the group again, sitting closer to their circle:

"I do find that big guy quite suspicious... Rather shy, keeps to their own. Maybe, too shy. Conveniently so. I don't think I've seen them truly bond and converse with any of the others before..."

Voting for: Scias

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  • Sarah seemed to be trying to listen to Byakuya, and raised a eyebrow.

    "So you call grieving over someone a BAD THING?"

    She turned, walking over at the snobbish kid and frowned, growling.

    She's watched several people, namely survivalist friends and many more friends die because what was to come at home.

    She's watched 3,000,000,000,000 lives die to nuclear fire, to a war she'd known about for years.

    Yet she's getting sick of the man who thinks he's better because he's worked harder than the rest of them.

    "Next time you get in a terminator fight, let me know. Maybe I won't be around to save your ass."

    Maybe the woman was a little cold in her wording but something had to be said.



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    He eyed Sarah and frowned, his mother was letting her anger get the best of her. Byakyua seemed like the type to get on people's nerves without meaning to.

    He walked over and placed a hand on the woman's shoulder "Come on, there's no need to get angry over little things."


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Ekkeen "Reckoner" Traksa
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Vote: Whisper... for now. Very likely to change.
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Traksa's mind kicked into overdrive when she saw the new evidence. Fur, and a wrecked gun. Traksa was relieved to see that her team wasn't at each others' throats again.
This relief, however, was quickly overriden with caution. Traksa noted that the majority of her team was saying that it was Whisper. Traksa couldn't exactly blame them, either. The evidence was damning, and the skirmisher couldn't exactly disagree with what the rest of her team was saying-that said, some were saying it was Scias.
Thing is, though, Traksa heavily doubted that it was Whisper. Her thought process is that it was someone from the pool group-who else would want Plutia dead? If Doomguy dying was something to go off of, the traitors would try to kill the strong. Meaning that any other traitor would try to kill her, Sergeant Johnson, the Connors... the list goes on.
But Plutia? No, it was likely that it had to be someone from the pool group.
And they had to be fast. But for now, Traksa would vote for Whisper. The evidence was strong, but Traksa sensed something else.
"I shall say it's Whisper for now so that I at least have a chance of rooting out the traitor. However, I would like to bring up that Plutia was not the optimal target if the traitors were trying to weaken us-if that were the case they would have gone for someone else. No, I think someone wants retribution for what happened at the pool."
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Kanna Kamui

Kanna had been listening to what the people have got to say. All fingers are pointed to either Whisper or Scias. She looked at both of them, but her vote is still on Whisper. Kanna turned to Prompto, looking at him as if she wants to say something.

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  • 597587 Now everyone has eyes on two suspects:Whisper and Scias. Prompto felt somewhat better after Frank had given the former some words of reassurance,but it didn't exactly make him feel any less uneasy from thinking of the identity of the second killer among them. Who could it be really?

    Whisper does look like the sort who knows how to handle a firearm like him. And judging by Scias's appearance,he doesn't seem to look like the sort who had actually used a firearm before. But the thing is:Neither should the Cyclops Dorito himself also know how the handle the weapon. Was the acid cannon just real easy to use for any newbies regardless of whether or not they've ever used a firearm? Or did he actually also possess several more of them so that he could spy on all of them and learn more about their skills and personality?

    Shuddering at the thought of it Prompto moved his fingers under his chin,thinking about the thing Ford used to check Slugcat's memory (which had exposed the little guy as the killer). The guy with the beanie (Delsin) and mask (Shadm8) has a point. They could just use that don't they? Was there something about the machine that they don't know about which would explain why Ford couldn't just use it on everyone and start picking the traitors out? His train of thoughts soon derailed however,as he noticed Kanna looking at him. The gunslinger probably had a good idea of what the dragon girl seem to have in mind already.

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  • 597614 “Well....I was thinking Whisper like anyone else here. But.....I can't help but feel that the next murder could be even more complicated than this....”

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  • The teen turned to gaze evenly at Sarah as the woman decided to confront him. "You knew the girl for a day. You cannot tell me that the pest actually meant something to anyone of you after a single day of interactions." Byakuya rolled his eyes at the older woman. "Then maybe I should just let all of you figure out these investigations. You do such a fine job on them, after all."

    With that Byakuya turned his gaze on Fulgore as the robot questioned the squid girl. "How she lost it doesn't seem to be the issue, the fact is that she did." The blonde's eyes flicked to the gun. "The gun seems to have been disassembled, the barrel snapped in half." He explained to the group. "But we have to finish our jobs here, quickly. We're wasting time at this point." The man's gaze passed over those who hadn't voted yet. Valentine, Cole, Dizzy, Felix, and Fulgore, and K'Thix. "Are we done voting?"


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  • Dizzy was taken aback when both their paws showed no evidence of having lost fur, Whisper even more so, considering she doesn't even have fur on her paws. What now? There isn't much evidence to point to either of them. Is Dizzy really supposed to believe that somehow, some obscure piece of fur on either of them would manage to burn AND end up stuck in the trigger? The Gear isn't too confident in this vote, any evidence pointing to any individual isn't solid enough to expose them for sure. "I don't think I can, in good conscience, vote for any o' you folk. Nothin' 'bout this is certain, not to me. Besides, y'all seem like you've made up your minds." He stepped back from everyone, resigning himself to the back for now. Dizzy doesn't know what happens to someone when they get "voted", but it can't be good. Wallin will abstain from this vote, only hoping the rest of his visit to this place ain't as morbid.
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Fulgore turns to Byakuya, his baleful red eyes glaring into the little [REDACTED] lack of a soul, or so one would assume listening to him speak. Fulgore would remember this, his name was going onto the list, higher than Luna, but below Chief Thunder.

"I do not care who was possessed by Bill. Throw my vote for whoever you'd like."

Fulgore looks at the weapon pieces to verify if what he was told is correct. If it is, then he pays attention to the broken barrel, seeing if the tears in the metal point to show it having been blown up from inside or torn apart by an outside force, as well as any hint's on how the other parts where disassembled.
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    ~Felix Combeferre Auclair~
    Location: The Woods
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    Mood: Curious
    Condition: Broken left arm, three broken ribs on the right side, and a head injury.
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    Felix’s gaze shifted between those in the group, his eyes landing on the wolf in question. She didn’t seem like a guilty party. If she was, she would have checked the gun for any clues that would have proved her to be the murderer and wiped it clean before handing it over to someone else...right? Though, maybe she just hadn’t noticed the fur in the trigger. Maybe she really was as sloppy as everyone was suspecting her to be. The Messorem groaned internally as he tried to work out the case.

    “I’ll go with the majority.” He finally stated. “If Whisper is the murderer, then she’ll be treated like Slugcat. If she’s not, we’ll have to work twice as hard to find the traitor before the next murder.”

    Vote: Whisper
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