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Active [Widersia - Clockhaven] The Curious Case of Curious Cat Murder

Spoiled Bread

The Lord of the Uneaten

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It was roughly 9 am in the morning. The sun had fully risen in the horizon, showering the city with its warm light as the city's countless engines roared to life. At this hour most people were busy with their works or doing another errands, however, our casts were taking their time inside a tavern called Curious Cat. It was a decently-known establishment and one of the local's favorite, a clean place with good food and relatively cheap price. Its use of construct slaves as workers managed to keep the place open for 24 hours while pressing down the expense to the minimum. During lunch break or in the evening the place would be jam-packed with people, but for now there's only a handful of individuals inside it.

Behind the counter was the bartender and the cashier for the tavern. A well-built 6'6 ft construct who had been busy with cleaning some of the utensils. His robust frame might suggest that he was designed to do rougher works, yet he skillfully moves his hands across the delicate glasses and plates with grace and precision.

Another employee of the tavern was another construct that resembles a female human, she's the waitress in the tavern. Standing idly next to the door and ready to greet incoming customer. Compared to the bartender, she was clearly built with a different purpose as she had much sleeker frame and instead of regular face she had a black glass screen that can projects some expression on it. She's very silent however and even the tavern regular would say she almost never speak except letting out some happy tunes when she do her greeting.

In front of the counter sat two gentlemen sharing drinks from the same bottle as they get into heated argument about the financial prospect of mass-produced ice creams. One of the man was known as Peter Basil, the owner of Curious Cat. He had the tavern's logo, a black cat tilting its head sideways with big Curious Cat written in curvature beneath it, sewn into the back of his vest. Some people might see it as lacking sense of fashion, but he claimed it as the future of advertising or something along those lines. The other men wore a fine coat and wouldn't be out of place if he were to walk alongside any rich baron.

On one of the corner of the tavern a young girl with long wavy red hair was peacefully eating a pancake, though occasionally she would glance at the two men as if she was interested in whatever they were discussing. She wore a bold red garb and didn't looks like she was from Widersia.

Then there's an elf putting her head on another the table with her head facing down, a large empty mug on her hand and there's also a large dirty pack underneath the table. She hadn't been moving for a while so she's likely had been dozing off.

And of course, there's Lialeth Vianno.

The atmosphere of the tavern had been very calm, the soothing jazz music played by the jukebox helped offsetting the sound made by two men's bickering. However, that calmness wouldn't last long.

"Like I said, putting a cooling device up for 24 hours would drive the expense significantly!! I don't want to put my money on such risky bet!" The owner of the tavern said adamantly, he took a long sip from his mug and slammed it down on the table before he continued. "Besides, I would rather-"

His words was cut short when his face suddenly turned blue and started stammering. Noticing the change, the rich man shooks his shoulders.

"Hey, hey! You okay there?"

The man opened his mouth but no voice came out. He frantically tried to reach his drink but slipped and ended up spilling the bottle instead. Its blue-ish contents leaking out and seeped into the wooden floor below while the man was sprawled on the floor.

"Help! Help!" The rich man started to panic, the bartender immediately rushed next to the fallen man. Checking his pulse and breath, the construct slowly shook his head.

"He is dead." He declared. The rich man looks bewildered as his tried again to shook the dead man, the waitress looks like she's also panicking but didn't move from her spot, the girl looks shocked but she also had a subtle grin creeping in the corner of her mouth, meanwhile the elf hadn't wake up yet.

"Everyone, please stay calm. No one leaves this place until the authority arrives." The bartender calmly taking control of the situation as his gentle commanding voice echoed throughout the entire room. He then turned his head to the other construct.

"Please call the guards here." He ordered, the waitress still didn't move an inch and based on the panicked expression displayed on her screen, she probably didn't register the order either. Only after the bartender said something to her in analog did the waitress calmed down, nodded and left the tavern. Tension hung on the air as everyone had the same question inside their mind: what just happened?​
 

Marcus Banecroft
Interaction: Spoiled Bread Spoiled Bread @Whoever-joins-the-heck-joins
Titles: Human (Mundane), Hospitaller, Eastern Empire Military E, Abomination Fighter, Rico's Roughneck, Peacekeeper
Language Key: Common | [Terran]

Nothing.

So far -- a visit to Widersia seemed less than fruitful during his spare time. He seemed to make any gains on identifying the device he had seen in Rico's Raid and seemingly hasn't come across anything which resembled the "thumping" device. This was to say nothing of the fact that even if he did identify the weapons type.

Thus it was he found himself remaining at the tavern and deciding upon his next move.

He sat at the bar in almost completely full armor, with the only exception at the moment being his beastial helmet. From behind him, one could see what amount of to be plain, brown hair which draped down just above his shoulders . Only the bartender and the particularly nosey might catch a glimpse of a face only a mother could love -- ripe with scars from what appeared to be burns. Though if one looked closely, the scars seemed to almost emulate something akin to lightning in their markings upon him.

One could see he had two weapons on his person. One was a spear strapped to his back and the blade wrapped with cloth to prevent it from being harmful. The other was a short sword on his hip.

Yet his expression seemed fairly peaceful, though distant. He seemed to be lost in thought at the moment, as he peacefully enjoyed the bar's wine. Apparently, he had heard that Widersia had the means to make "chilling" such wine possible. So he'd try it for himself. If business seemed more difficult to do, the least he could do was add a new experience to his many travels.

However, it seemed that fate had other plans.

Those wandering eyes sharpened as his ears caught upon something akin to panic. A man collapsed onto the floor. His [Hospitaller] instincts had kicked in as someone called for help and he moved towards the person. The heavy Clack Clack of his footsteps made his approach known to all as he kneeled next to the person However, he could tell the man had been poisoned. However by what and how much he had no idea. Within practically seconds however, he knew one thing.

"He is no more." Marcus said, his calm voice holding within some measure of grimness for the man. He didn't know him very well and in truth there was nothing he felt he could have done to save him.

With a clear mind, however, Marcus set to analyze the area using his honed senses [Perception F]. Marcus by most stretches didn't have very above human senses in the sense of being able to pick up scents. However, he tended to be better at deciphering information what he did pick up. Some things he had noticed were the woman in red hair eating pancakes and the constructs muttering something in analog.

His eyes followed the screen-faced waitress as she left before wandering back over to the man.

The easy thing to do would be to sit down, answer whatever such questions that the authorities might answer and leave things to the detectives. There exist no obligation for him to get involved in any way whatsoever. He was nothing more than a visitor from a foreign country who held no authority over the Widersian people. And yet...Marcus continued.

"Oh goddess Minerva, I ask that you lend me thine wisdom. Generous God Asclepius, lend me thine knowledge...." He said a small prayer as his body entered a state of intense focus. Using his knowledge of medicine and anatomy, he read the human body like book. [Medicine F (C)] Looking over the man for signs of poison and scanning the drinks for any correlation.

Once he finished with that, he got up with a sigh. His armored footsteps would be much quieter as he walked over to where he was sitting. He fished out some gold to pay for his tab and placed it on the table. The wine he was drinking swished against the table from the force. And he picked up his beastly helm and put it on once more.

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A single finger was raised towards one person in particular.

"You." Marcus' had turned towards the poisoned man's wealthier-looking friend.

"Where did you get that bottle from?" A simple question. They had been drinking from the same bottle. Yet one of them was unpoisoned.



Here on business and hit with an unexpected event, Marcus decides to undertake a chance sidequest upon himself in investigating the mysterious murder of a random stranger.

1. Sentinel - Perception F, Energize F - Marcus scans an area. - Grade F - 0 Post Cooldown [Try to scan the area for anything suspicious]

2. Asclepius' Gaze
- Medicine F (C), Perception F, Religion E, Energize E - Marcus checks a target or an area with his senses, seeking to detect signs of disease. Recites a small prayer, asking for guidance. - Grade E - 1 Post Cooldown [Scan body and drink to try to identify poison]

3.
Ask the poisoned man's friend where he got the bottle they were drinking from.

 
Lialeth Vianno
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Lialeth was... exhausted. The whole mess she experienced in Red Haven had her completely and utterly mentally drained. The hemp of her dress still ripped apart, legs, albeit all healed up, were still covered by slightly dirty bandages that she started using as makeshift socks. No possessions of the material variety whatsoever. She started to think perhaps giving away all her possessions to anyone who asked was not the smartest idea, but they probably needed them more than she did, so it couldn't be helped... Right?

So there she was eating stale breadsticks in the corner of the bar that someone had left on the table, trying to figure out if she should perhaps try and go catch a fish in some body of water nearby. Or perhaps she could sustain herself through foraging the forest. All leaves looked the same, however. So did all of the mushrooms. So she wondered if it was actually possible for her to survive by doing so. Maybe she should just trust her instincts and go for it?

She was brought out of her inner dilemma by the sounds of a man screaming for help, so she shoved the remaining breadsticks into her mouth and rushed over. It seems the bartender was already checking up on the collapsed man. Lialeth felt rather awkward that the man was declared dead, whilst she was trying to eat the breadsticks as slowly as she could to make as little noise as possible, but due to the dryness of the breadsticks, occasionally you could still hear a crack or two.

It seemed a rather heavily armored soldier fellow had started to immediately try and get a grasp on the situation, but Lialeth was a bit more worried about the second dead body in the room. So she rushed over to the Elf and after confirming whether or not she was breathing, she would attempt to shake her awake. "Ifh yhou've wfill avif, thenv vomfit af faft af yhou khan!" It was rather difficult to talk with her mouth full, but she was quite the multi-tasker. She could certainly eat and make sure the only other person that had seemingly drank was alive.

Whilst it was certainly possible that she was passed out drunk, Lialeth would not take that chance, seeing as someone was already dead from drinking the alcohol in this place.
 

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