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Kotomine_Rin:
The Scene of The crime

The scene of the slaughter was self evident. It didn't need to be re-stated. The corpses were mangled, and worst of all, their faces cleanly cleaved off, as if some beast gnawed it off in one chomp. As it was, it was impossible to even identify them. But going from their size and stature, they seemed to be healthy.

No, there were two oddities. For one, the wounds looked clean, something that lacked the roughness of a monster's claw or the like. The cuts on the ground were so smooth you could glide your finger on them, and in a sick way, the wounds on their bodies were just as neat. As if they were carved into some kind of artwork with a masterful stroke. But other than the various sliced surroundings and furniture, there were.... little signs of a clash. The two should be strong enough to do some damage to their surroundings, but the beast seemed to have been the only one rampaging.

Which brought him to the second oddity. There were bruises around their necks. SUbtle, but noticeable enough to tell. They were self inflicted.

SINIB:

--- Quote from: MissingMandible on August 29, 2019, 07:17:19 AM ---
--- Quote from: Sinib on August 27, 2019, 01:50:10 AM ---Eruraviel

The woman ran away, fast. She sprinted between the alleys, keeping herself aware of anybody following her. It was only after five minutes did she seem to relax her guard, leaning against the wall. She let her hood down, revealing long silvery hair flowing down her back.

"The mistress would have my hide if I got caught." She muttered to herself, slamming her fist into a wall. It shattered with the impact, dust and rubble raining down on top of her.

"O-oops."

--- End quote ---

Mothra:

"Mistress, huh?" Mothra thought, peering over the edge of the rooftop.

Her body shook when the woman down below smacked the building. It might have just been years of neglect eroding the foundation of the structure...but why take the chance when alternate paths are available? Itnstead of swooping down to demand answers at scythe-point, the mahou kaiju instead reached out with her mind. Within a moment, a mental connection was created - it's a violation of another person's privacy, sure, but there is probable cause as far as she was concerned.

--- End quote ---

Clara

Clara, you idiot! What were you thinking! Mothra heard her berating herself. You need to get these souls to Madame Eru, or she won't- or she won't give you your reward!

Mothra could sense a love bordering on fanaticism from the woman for a blond elf she was thinking about. Love that went far beyond what a normal person could feel. The intensity was painful, dangerous. She'd kill without a second thought to make this woman happy.

YOLF:
Justice

His eyes lidded and brows furrowed at what he found, and he looked back at Suerte. "Touchy how?" He asked.

Justice rose, pacing as he cast his attention over each disconnected detail. "This was all made very carefully for such a chaotic scene. Perhaps by a worn claw, or multiple blades. There was no actual fight. But why are their necks bruised like they tried to choke themselves? It's a terribly poor method to end your own life."

Justice thought of it for a second.

"Did the perpetrator interrupt them?" But the only reason he'd do that would be if they still had something he wanted before he ended them. Perhaps they didn't even try it of their free will, but once the 'murder artist' was done with them, it was useless to keep them alive.

His silver eyes rested on Suerte again. "What happened here was brought on by whatever they did or were. What you didn't do is not a reason to worry over," he said. Justice tilted his head to the corpses again. "What was the job?"

yinsukin:
Suerte

Suerte folded her arms over her chest, blocking her cleavage.  Her gaze averted Justice's cold inqury.  That wasn't to say it was unpleasent.  No, such a passionate mind was appealing in its own way, but she was starting to realize that maybe she had done something wrong.  This couldn't have been her fault could it?

"Well they threw me out of course," she said with a huff.  "They told me I was gross.  As for the job, they didn't give it to me."

Her face turned red, giving her back to Justice to hide the visual shame.  "I failed the interview so quickly they didn't even tell me the job....."

Suerte's body continued spinning until she was facing Justice again, her arms falling to her sides.  "You think it was a some sort of mind control?" she asked, pushing her lower lip up with her finger.  "I mean if I were a better mage, I could trace the magic but i'm really only good at building things."

MissingMandible:

--- Quote from: Sinib on September 03, 2019, 01:04:03 AM ---Clara

Clara, you idiot! What were you thinking! Mothra heard her berating herself. You need to get these souls to Madame Eru, or she won't- or she won't give you your reward!

Mothra could sense a love bordering on fanaticism from the woman for a blond elf she was thinking about. Love that went far beyond what a normal person could feel. The intensity was painful, dangerous. She'd kill without a second thought to make this woman happy.

--- End quote ---
Mothra:

Mothra narrowed her eyes. Denying a soul's passage to the hereafter was a grievous sin, stealing it from the living even more-so. She should know...

This level of fanaticism is abnormal - either this woman is being mentally manipulated by this Madame Eru, or she was broken down and built back up. Either way, she needs to be stopped before she harms anyone else - the souls must be recovered as at any cost. Summoning her talons, she dived off the side of the building.

The mahou kaiju all but slammed onto the ground. Yet, in a flash, she bolted forward and slammed Clara to the wall, left arm pinning her there across her chest. To create further intimidation (and to box her captive in further), Mothra swung her right hand's talon into the wall next to her head!

With Clara seemingly secured, time to begin her own brand of interrogation! Mothra reconnected her mind with her prisoner's, ensuring that she can see through any lie as well as to glean additional information. "Nice little toy there,"she began, a hint of steel in her voice and eyes gleaming with animosity, "Who do you have in it?"

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