The Second Victim

[strangerpeople]

THE SECOND VICTIM

[It was getting unbearable. The illness, the stress, the threat of death, either by oneself or by another. The worry about finding a cure for a disease that, in this comparatively primitive world, might not even exist outside of the Depths.

However, on Friday morning - or what the Titled could at least conceive as Friday - all the Titled will wake up with the remnants of a very soothing sensation in their throats. Cool and at the same time almost burning, like someone had dropped liquid menthol down their throat while they were sleeping.

They will also find something else, especially if they had been infected: their perception of time is back to normal. Which means one of two things. One of the Titled actually managed to create the potion needed to cure the disease, or...the Titled might have an Inquisition looming on the horizon.

There is only one way to find out.



((OOC: Just a reminder that, due to the nature of the motive this week, there may be references to self-harm and suicide, along with other possible triggers, during this Inquisition, including during the Investigation, and that potentially triggering comments should (and comments by the mods will) be given a trigger heading on those comments.))]]

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[lightnen]

[ It takes a very short moment but he does pick up on that small item, causing him to wander over to see just what exactly it could be.

Especially as it seems kind of out of place to him here. ]

[strangerpeople]

[Its a trail of small leaves.

How good are you at identifying plants that might be, say, native to your world, Killua?]

[lightnen]

[ Leaves, huh?

He'd consider himself fairly decent, considering he lived in a house surrounded by a wooded area and he was taught all kinds of things by his family as he grew up.

Kneeling down, he picked up one of the leaves to get a better look at it. he's not Gon or anything but it shouldn't be hard to figure stuff out ]

[strangerpeople]

[Well, the leaves look like spearheads with serrated edges upon inspection.

There is also a strong minty smell which emanates.]

[lightnen]

[ Hmm. That means these had to be mint leaves, right? Thanks to his years of dealing with his family it could only be one thing.

This opened the possibility of something but he wouldn't be able to confirm it until later on, looking up and making sure the leaves didn't lead anywhere.. ]