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

[crywiththesaints]

[She's heard of cleaning up with alcohol, but this is ridiculous. Maybe checking the shelves will give some clues, like any missing dishes...]

[strangerpeople]

[There is a glint of reflected light coming from behind some goblets on one of the shelves.

>Investigate?]

[crywiththesaints]

[SURE gonna just. use toxic tentacles to reach the high shelves.

she's old.]

[strangerpeople]

[Congrats, tentacles! Dagger get!

...Two daggers, actually.]

[crywiththesaints]

Interesting.

[She's gonna pocket those. Anything else over here?]

[strangerpeople]

[Might want to be careful what pocket you put them in. One of them is completely covered in blood.]

[crywiththesaints]

[Okay, gonna just. Take it back to the table. At least this is one of the plain clothier dresses.]

They were certainly thorough in this.

[strangerpeople]

[Speaking of the table.

There is an unfinished meal sitting there. Care to inspect?]

[crywiththesaints]

[Sure. Is this where all the booze went?]

[strangerpeople]

[If only. It doesn't look like whoever was eating this meal was keen on drinking.

...Or, well, "meal" is a generous word for it. Its more like someone took someone else's uneaten trash and scraps, dumped it on a plate, and then started to eat that.

It also looks cold.]

[crywiththesaints]

[Well, if she died at 1:30, it's not too surprising that her food would be cold... and if she's been hiding around, of course she'd snatch other people's leftovers.

Sakura will have to share all this.]

[strangerpeople]

[Indeed.

Anything else Sakura would like to check? Maybe the the other dagger?]

[crywiththesaints]

[Sure, are there bits of soul residue on it?]

[strangerpeople]

[No, but there is a small amount of blood on the pointed edge of it, near the point.]

[crywiththesaints]

[Got it. She'll think this over, too.]