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robowest2017-01-20 06:01 pm
[ WEEK ONE – INVESTIGATION ]
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sheriff swanson (sheriffexe) wrote in robowest2017-01-20 06:01 pm
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[Lust keeps herself comfortably in the middle of her impromptu escort, more than happy to let one of the others take the lead, and keeping Ezio at her back. The place is a mess, clearly there was a struggle here.]
Either someone managed to flee while injured, or a body was moved.
Either someone managed to flee while injured, or a body was moved.
Lucky? [ He's mildly offended! ]
In an eerie atmosphere like this, it always makes sense to check the graveyard first. If I'm correct about something, it's not because of luck.
[ Having said that, he has no god damn clue what happened here. How exactly big is the handprint? Adult man/woman size or smaller? ]
In an eerie atmosphere like this, it always makes sense to check the graveyard first. If I'm correct about something, it's not because of luck.
[ Having said that, he has no god damn clue what happened here. How exactly big is the handprint? Adult man/woman size or smaller? ]
Cazzo...
[He mutters under his breath as he moves further into the saloon. Ezio examines some of the broken glass, trying to see if it was a bottle, a glass, two bottles, or totally unrecognizable. It's important to understand what seems to be a weapon??]
One of us should stay here, I'd think... Another could follow the blood. Unless anyone has any better ideas?
[He mutters under his breath as he moves further into the saloon. Ezio examines some of the broken glass, trying to see if it was a bottle, a glass, two bottles, or totally unrecognizable. It's important to understand what seems to be a weapon??]
One of us should stay here, I'd think... Another could follow the blood. Unless anyone has any better ideas?
[L-LOOK IT'S FOR A GOOD CAUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Yes. [He glances at DD, somewhat glad the dog isn't just a show or lap dog. What a good boy. His attention returns to Ocelot. So this is the man he's seen here and there with the horses. Handling them, but he had watched for a while just to make sure, and then went on about his business.
Carefully, he picks his way through the ones that came, searching. Near the back, still wandering up is a beige palomino. He reaches out to pet the horse's neck, then looks back at Ocelot.] Her name is Raet.
Yes. [He glances at DD, somewhat glad the dog isn't just a show or lap dog. What a good boy. His attention returns to Ocelot. So this is the man he's seen here and there with the horses. Handling them, but he had watched for a while just to make sure, and then went on about his business.
Carefully, he picks his way through the ones that came, searching. Near the back, still wandering up is a beige palomino. He reaches out to pet the horse's neck, then looks back at Ocelot.] Her name is Raet.
[ What a shame, what a shame! Because the blood on the shovel is too smudged to tell. It's just kind of, all over the handle honestly. ]
[Tarvek touches the blood. It seems to be real blood, but where's the body? Huh.
Without saying a word, he leaves -- although not to follow the blood -- having noted there's no corpse in the saloon. Enjoy your possible crime scene, you three]
Without saying a word, he leaves -- although not to follow the blood -- having noted there's no corpse in the saloon. Enjoy your possible crime scene, you three]
Edited 2017-01-21 00:12 (UTC)
[ Up close, Chane and Hannibal can make out both footprints and handprints in the blood. The footprints come in the direction of the saloon while the handprints head towards the mines. ]
[ Milla are chips even a good breakfast...? ]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'll get you some food later, okay?
[ We interrupt this wacky chase scene to bring you... let's go with a rock to trip a guy.
Bye Higekiri. At least the last chip in the bag is intact. ]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'll get you some food later, okay?
[ We interrupt this wacky chase scene to bring you... let's go with a rock to trip a guy.
Bye Higekiri. At least the last chip in the bag is intact. ]
Edited 2017-01-21 00:16 (UTC)
[no, but that's okay. she just likes the taste!!]
. . .
[she slows down once he trips, and casually strolls up to his side. instead of bending down to pick up her bag of chips, she just. looks down on him. and shakes her head]
Let this be a lesson to you. Thievery never pays off.
. . .
[she slows down once he trips, and casually strolls up to his side. instead of bending down to pick up her bag of chips, she just. looks down on him. and shakes her head]
Let this be a lesson to you. Thievery never pays off.
I'll give you that.
[After all, that's what brought him into the graveyard, a sense that something was off.
Riku sighs, standing.]
Should we let the others know what we've found? Or check these graves ourselves first?
I didn't talk with either of them, but I think I'd recognize them. I saw the pictures on their wanted posters, and Jason was the one that suggested Whole Ass for the town's name. Rin... I think she was the one that said she'd been wounded when she was brought here.
[After all, that's what brought him into the graveyard, a sense that something was off.
Riku sighs, standing.]
Should we let the others know what we've found? Or check these graves ourselves first?
I didn't talk with either of them, but I think I'd recognize them. I saw the pictures on their wanted posters, and Jason was the one that suggested Whole Ass for the town's name. Rin... I think she was the one that said she'd been wounded when she was brought here.
Edited 2017-01-21 00:23 (UTC)
[ It was only one bottle, looks like a bottle of root beer. Most of the glass shards seem to be around a chair by the bar while the rest spill into the blood. ]
[ Once they make their way to the tracks, Hannibal is careful as he steps around the blood, careful to not disturb it. He's focused on looking at it with, and he almost misses Chane offering her notepad, but luckily, he's not so rude as to completely ignore her. He's surprised again when he sees her notepad (and briefly, he has to admire her handwriting), but it clicks for him quickly enough. He nods as he looks to the footprints and handprints. ]
So it would seem. Though certainly in an interesting way.
[ Footprints and handprints both is definitely surprising, after all. He leans closer to inspect the footprints to see if he can generally guess the size of the foot that made them. As he does, he does speak to Chane, though. ]
If it would be easier, I do know sign language. [ He offers casually, not wanting to push the issue, but he'd hate to be so rude as for her to use the notepad when he knows a potential alternative. ]
So it would seem. Though certainly in an interesting way.
[ Footprints and handprints both is definitely surprising, after all. He leans closer to inspect the footprints to see if he can generally guess the size of the foot that made them. As he does, he does speak to Chane, though. ]
If it would be easier, I do know sign language. [ He offers casually, not wanting to push the issue, but he'd hate to be so rude as for her to use the notepad when he knows a potential alternative. ]
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I do not.
[ Although it would have been an easy solution, the whole point of Chane giving up her voice was to restrict her from all forms of communication. The possibility of being tortured into giving away her father's secrets had been only part of her reasoning at the time. (Honestly, who trusts a ten year old with that kind of decision making?)
She does appreciate his politeness, though, and endeavours to look a little more compromising. ]
But thank you.
[ As for the prints of blood... do they leave a trail behind them? Is there anything else worth observing? Chane's gaze flicks over to the train. ]
[ Although it would have been an easy solution, the whole point of Chane giving up her voice was to restrict her from all forms of communication. The possibility of being tortured into giving away her father's secrets had been only part of her reasoning at the time. (Honestly, who trusts a ten year old with that kind of decision making?)
She does appreciate his politeness, though, and endeavours to look a little more compromising. ]
But thank you.
[ As for the prints of blood... do they leave a trail behind them? Is there anything else worth observing? Chane's gaze flicks over to the train. ]
[ The footprints match the trail coming from the saloon!
The handprints on the other hand, seem to be a bit scattered in the dirt before just stopping next to the pool of blood.
As for how they look, they're quite small in size. Feminine.
And actually -- next to where the handprints end, there's a few scattered blue hairs in the blood. ]
The handprints on the other hand, seem to be a bit scattered in the dirt before just stopping next to the pool of blood.
As for how they look, they're quite small in size. Feminine.
And actually -- next to where the handprints end, there's a few scattered blue hairs in the blood. ]
[Smiles a bit at that.]
She picked up on whistle commands pretty quick. She's a good horse.
[Picks a saddle and blanket off of the fence and puts them on a white andalusian horse next to him.]
She picked up on whistle commands pretty quick. She's a good horse.
[Picks a saddle and blanket off of the fence and puts them on a white andalusian horse next to him.]
Of course.
[ And he doesn't consider it further, though the detail is noted idly. It's hard for him to not file away those kinds of interesting details. Analyzing people isn't something he can exactly stop doing, only distract from. Luckily, this is distracting enough, and as Chane looks at the trail and the train, Hannibal follows after, at least assuming there's nothing else glaringly obvious that I'm not thinking to look at sweats ]
I believe the person that made the prints was a young woman, at least. [ Not that this narrows it down much, or at least not until he sees the blue hairs. ]
[ And he doesn't consider it further, though the detail is noted idly. It's hard for him to not file away those kinds of interesting details. Analyzing people isn't something he can exactly stop doing, only distract from. Luckily, this is distracting enough, and as Chane looks at the trail and the train, Hannibal follows after, at least assuming there's nothing else glaringly obvious that I'm not thinking to look at sweats ]
I believe the person that made the prints was a young woman, at least. [ Not that this narrows it down much, or at least not until he sees the blue hairs. ]
[ Well, so much for the bloody handprint! ]
Wounded. [ Like a certain Jason Todd, but that's something they can discuss later. ]
Normally I wouldn't suggest this, but we should have a look what's inside. Of course, we will also bury them properly once we're done. [ If there are any bodies in there. ]
However, the thing we're really looking for was headed towards the railway station, but I trust they have a handle on things over there.
[ He knows that Chane is there, so that's all good. In the meantime, watch him dig really fast with a broken shovel! ]
Wounded. [ Like a certain Jason Todd, but that's something they can discuss later. ]
Normally I wouldn't suggest this, but we should have a look what's inside. Of course, we will also bury them properly once we're done. [ If there are any bodies in there. ]
However, the thing we're really looking for was headed towards the railway station, but I trust they have a handle on things over there.
[ He knows that Chane is there, so that's all good. In the meantime, watch him dig really fast with a broken shovel! ]
The blood trail likely leads to a body. Or a body's last location, at any rate. I doubt any glaring clues are going to be lying about here.
[Unless they were dealing with a particularly stupid murderer.]
[Unless they were dealing with a particularly stupid murderer.]
[silently judging. she's used to people bowing at her formally, so all she does is fold her arms and nod. a symbol that his apology is accepted]
Why don't we head back to the general store? There didn't seem to be anything amiss there, so we can both treat ourselves to breakfast.
[while. everyone else looks around, yup]
Why don't we head back to the general store? There didn't seem to be anything amiss there, so we can both treat ourselves to breakfast.
[while. everyone else looks around, yup]
[ Nods agreeably, thinking with some gravity that it's likely whoever made the handprints is dead. As for the footprints, well - that could be a trail to a killer? When something glinting oddly catches her eye, Chane kneels down beside the scattering of handprints and...
Picks up some of the blue hair right out of the blood.
Without batting an eyelash.
Not knowing anyone with blue hair, however, she turns and looks back at Hannibal, hoping he can shed some light on the newest development. ]
Picks up some of the blue hair right out of the blood.
Without batting an eyelash.
Not knowing anyone with blue hair, however, she turns and looks back at Hannibal, hoping he can shed some light on the newest development. ]
[ Okay, since Claire is digging in Jason Todd's grave, it actually won't take long for him to find something.
About three feet into the grave, he'll hit something soft. A small cat ear pokes out of the dirt. If he keeps digging up the dirt, it won't take long to uncover a body.
The body is short and pale and absolutely covered in blood, very obviously coming from the huge gash in her throat. A piece of glass from a root beer bottle is still embedded in the flesh, actually.
This is all to say that -- Ao Nanami is dead. ]
About three feet into the grave, he'll hit something soft. A small cat ear pokes out of the dirt. If he keeps digging up the dirt, it won't take long to uncover a body.
The body is short and pale and absolutely covered in blood, very obviously coming from the huge gash in her throat. A piece of glass from a root beer bottle is still embedded in the flesh, actually.
This is all to say that -- Ao Nanami is dead. ]
[OKAY SO AFTER ALL OF THAT INVESTIGATING here comes Barnham (with probably Percy in tow??) to the Graveyard. All trails of blood lead here..........
And there's a shovel and graves and and body and shit? Whoa there.]
What has happened here?
[Let's all gawk.]
And there's a shovel and graves and and body and shit? Whoa there.]
What has happened here?
[Let's all gawk.]
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