SECOND INVESTIGATION

[faentasy]

INVESTIGATION II

Early to bed, early to rise. At least it seems that's how it was for you last night, no matter what you were doing. Given the events of the past weekend, you might find your mind jumping to conclusions.

Only one way to find out if you're right.

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[incompletely]

[ ........What the fuck. Okay. He's going to tentatively head over there and....check....who this person is.... ]

[faentasy]

[Oh Tenn. If only it were anyone but you.

Blatant as it all is, it wouldn't be a surprise if the sight left one breathless. Though their relaxed posture could have looked tranquil at any other time, the darkening blood that soaks through their already dark clothes tells a completely different story, writ by violence and desolation. Perhaps it's a blessing then, that their face isn't visible from how they are lying--face down and on their stomach, you can imagine that there's at least a peaceful expression on their face and that the small pool of blood seeping out from underneath them was because someone struck swift and true to end it all quickly.

Of course, reality doesn't necessarily always unfold the same way.

After all, reality leaves a rising star dead, reality leaves brothers separated, reality means that you can't mistake this person for anyone else because their fiery hair gives them away instantly.

In the gleam of lights, on top of a stage, they were the kind of person who could take someone's breath away under the glamor and glitz of a performance. In this land far from home, however, they're the one whose breath has been stolen away.

Riku Nanase is dead.]

[biqe]

[ Coming out of room 25 next door looking disoriented and trying to get his monocle back on– ]

What...?

[ ...Oh. Oh, fuck. ]

[vogelfrei]

[ Coming out of room 27, because we're all having a good time opening our door and immediately seeing a body.......... ]

... oh.

[ Yeah, hm. Good morning everyone. He does not look distraught but definitely put off. ]

[biqe]

[ Oh, hello person who's more put together... ]

Um... what are we supposed to... I'm not sure how this is supposed to go.

[vogelfrei]

Not disturb the body, but it's too late for that.

[ A nod to Tenn, who was truly the worst possible person to find this scene this morning. They should probably get him away from the corpse, but that looks like it's going to be a bit of a struggle. ]

We need to document how we found him first. Then we check for all injuries and other notable details about him.

[mirrite]

[Marcus comes practically skidding around the corner looking probably more distraught than Phil has seen him in a very long time.]

-- Phil!

[... ah. There he is, at least, and the relief on his face is immediate and obvious.

Until he follows Phil's gaze and...

... oh no.]

[biqe]

Marcus-!

[ Ugh, he probably really worried him, didnt he? ]

I'm sorry, I thought it was early enough...

[mirrite]

Didn't I tell you not to go off on your own?

[... yeah, he was definitely worried.]

[laytorest]

[I mean.

She's going to try to open up her door but there's pretty clearly some stuff going on outside of it, so thankfully she doesn't slam the door open on anyone but also

hey

why.]

[faentasy]

[On the plus side, there's enough room for her to open the door and slip outside without disturbing the body.

...On the minus side, there's, well. All of that going on in front of her room.]

[laytorest]

[There is all that going on in front of her room.

She's just going to quietly slip outside and kneel by Tenn, then.]

[biqe]

A-ah, Yor, please be careful...

[laytorest]

[She doesn't respond aloud, but she will nod, carefully slipping outside without disturbing the body so she can move to kneel by Tenn.]

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[incompletely]

[ Tenn's blood runs cold.

There's no way. This is -- this is a dream, this is like the ones he had earlier this week, this is Hamelin getting payback on him for what happened on Sunday, isn't it? Just some kind of cruel, wicked illusion cast on him to make his heart ache a million times over.

He falls to his knees, hands trembling as he reaches for Riku's lifeless hand. ]

...Riku...?

[ He squeezes it, his free hand reaching for Riku's back, shaking it a few times. But it's not to wake Riku up. It's a way for Tenn to confirm that this is real.

His brother is dead. ]

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[incompletely]

Riku...

[ He ducks his head and lets his forehead touch the back of Riku's. He cries quietly, but the grip on Riku's hand is much more telling of the sorrow he feels. The pain is insurmountable, and despite how subdued his reaction might seem, to those who know him even just a little, this display of emotion, so open and vulnerable -- it speaks volumes to just how much this hurts. ]

I'm sorry... Riku... I'm so sorry...

[laytorest]

[She'll just be kneeling next to him, a presence if he needs it - assuming he notices in his grief, anyway.]

[incompletely]

[ He'll...notice, yeah. But he doesn't let go of Riku's hand, though he will lift his head for a moment.

He'll reach into his jacket with his free hand and pull out a piece of paper, folded up. It's a little crumpled, like he's been carrying it with him for a while, and... ]

...I...I want to leave this with him, Yor-san, but...

[ ...he doesn't want to mess with Riku's body any more than he already has, oops. ]

[purefuries]

[ Junko eventually makes her way back to the group, and when she sees this, it gives her pause.

Hm.

She didn't really know Riku, but he seemed like a decent kid. Shame. Seeing Tenn cry makes her feel...concerned? Upset in a way she can't place, and it bothers her that she can't pinpoint it.

She gently pats his head with her bandaged hand. ]

[edamamepon]

[ Makoto needs to stop getting in the habit of wandering up late, but it's hard to miss the gathering down the hall when he comes out of room 30.

The body language alone tells him what's happened before he even gets close enough to see the body... and he stops in his tracks, expression falling. ]

[eternaljune]

[Woken from her uneasy sleep by a commotion, Rika emerges from Room 16 frazzled, only to pause at the corpse on the ground.]

Ri...Riku...?

[Rika has told herself that these people aren’t from her world, so she doesn’t have to be concerned about what happens to them. However...it’s much harder to think like that now than it was with Samidare, who she hardly knew.

Riku had been kind to her. Riku had been kind to everyone, as far as she saw. So then who had it in them to kill someone like that? Besides...unlike her, Riku did have someone from his world to be worried for. That strikes some sympathy in her.]

This is...how is this fair...?

[Why did fate want so badly to crush people until they bent to its will?]

[edamamepon]

It's not. None of this is fair.

[ Don't mind him seething over here while anger and biting back grief compete for attention. He's still staring at the scene, fists clenched so tightly he's shaking. ]

[eternaljune]

[Rika observes Makoto’s seething—-that kind of passion feels familiar.]

I suppose the only amount of fairness we can get from this is uncovering who did this to him.

[mearry]

[ from room 18, c-ta walks closer to where all the people are to check out the commotion and…

he pales. ]

No…

[ of course. of course someone else would die today! c-ta feels like he can’t breathe… that’s so cruel that’s so cruel!!!

he closes his eyes. how many more corpses will there be? before they’re satisfied? ]

[incompletely]

[ group hug later y/n ]