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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[faentasy]

[Sparring area is fine, nothing looks weird here. However, she may have noticed that the dirt in front of one of the houses seem a bit disturbed while she was en route...?]

[amortristis]

[ OH GREAT! Time to go look at that. That'd be house B, then, since it's right across? Is she able to get inside easy? ]

[faentasy]

[House B certainly has some disturbances and uh. Blood, but no body in sight.]

[adorabilities]

[ what if she investigates outside? any clues or tracks to bodies there? ]

[faentasy]

[No tracks or anything, but... hey, does anyone recall how the echo houses work?]

[adorabilities]

[ absolutely not. but if there's blood inside, there's gotta be tracks-- so lets investigate some of those disturbances if they look like they're related to tracks? ]

[faentasy]

[No tracks but hey, looks like Morgan got there first.]

[amortristis]

[ Anything immediately of note inside? If that's more Actual Investigation stuff, she'll walk over to house A without saying much else to Adora. ]

[faentasy]

[Definitely more investigation stuff, yep! So moving onto house A is fine. And there's certainly... a sight that awaits her there.

The scalding sun outside only makes far more noticeable how pleasantly cool the inside of the house is. Light filters through places where the clay bricks didn't completely join together, providing just enough light for people to see somebody lying on the floor.

Blood blends with the shade, soaking into the bare ground, spread all over the place like paint on a canvas, splattered and smudged. Its source is right in the middle of it all, the centerpiece of a picture that, with just a glance, tells it's too late to do anything. Very little can be done for the dead, after all.

It shouldn't take long to recognize the corpse lying on the floor amidst the red -- white stands out, like a fox among hens. Even with all the blood that flowed from his neck, it doesn't take long for one to see the white clothes, the gray hair...and perhaps it's good that his signature smile isn't visible, face hidden from view from where some may be standing. Would it be a grimace now? Or anger? Do you really want to take a look?

Regardless, in this world of blood and whimsy coexisting at once, not even ghosts are spared from the brutality of its reality.

Gin Ichimaru is dead.]