THE MOCK VICTIM

[strangerpeople]

[The morning atmosphere is quiet, when the Titled wake up. Not just quiet, but almost relieving. The strange sensation that they had felt since they received those terrible letters is, if not completely gone, certainly much lessened. It seems like whoever issued the threats has backed down.

It feels wonderful, doesn't it?

Though the faint, strange smell which greets their noses as they open their doors into the hallway of the Barracks might not be as wonderful as the weight that has lifted off their chests. It lingers in the air, hangs on the tongue. Its almost a bit annoying.

Perhaps someone ought to see what's causing it.]

Comments

[astrangefigment]

[Well! That's certainly something, isn't it?

Kevin doesn't have...a lot of feelings about this. He didn't know the deceased, and that's a pretty normal way to find a body for him. He doesn't really enjoy the sight of it either, which is...hm.

He'll just go and check out the armory. Whoever did it must have passed through here.]

[strangerpeople]

[Kevin is correct to at least take a look.

Two daggers are missing from a wall display which holds them.]

[astrangefigment]

[That wouldn't be his first choice for dismemberment. Or would they - was there anything especially noteworthy about those daggers?]

[strangerpeople]

[Nothing particularly special. Just that they were daggers, and they are not there anymore.]

[astrangefigment]

[WILD and it looks like that's it for the room, PEACE]