WDMDA: Episode 2, DWHAMOH (IC/OPEN)

[Saleon]

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Amber Faust
She who will delve in the dark to let those sleep in comfort

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Day, Corsair's Tailor

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She frowned, noticing as his emotion disappeared once more. Why couldn't he tell her? She told him how she felt, so why couldn't he do the same? They were friends, weren't they..? She tried not to let the thought bother her too much, but it kept popping up in the back of her mind. Was it something she said? Was it something she didn't say? She sighed mentally, focusing her attention on hopping over the large cracks and holes in the pathway as she held his hand. She guessed it was something she could ask later, and that now didn't seem to be a good time. But when would a good time arise?

Soon enough, Sam arrived at the tailor's shop, with Daisy in tow. It had felt like a much longer trek than it had actually been, since neither of them spoke to each other after they began heading for the shop. Now, they were there, and Sam stood at attention for Amber. "We're back," he told her, "let's begin this investigation. We should try to get this done before the bell rings for the curfew." In truth, he was barely thinking about the mission at hand now. However, he did try to focus, knowing that it would do them no good if they missed a potential suspect because of his daydreaming.

Amber's eyes lit up as she heard the ring of the familiar bell, knowing it only to be the rest of her party. She exclaimed, in a joking manner, "Took you Lo—" Her words were cut off by the sound of a number of objects tumbling to the ground—breaking, snapping, crashing—in the back room. "Is that your guests, Amber?" Mr. Corsair remarked with a bit of a cough. A bit of dust seemed to rush out from the entrance way, the door still open.

Amber moved her head around the corner and asked, "Are you okay Mr. Corsair."

"What? Oh, the, um, mess... the mess isn't much of anything. Just some bad organizational skills. I used to have a secretary to keep up with this, but I can't really keep up on my own. I think I have the page, so don't be scared."

"Well, as long as you are alright," she said, half committed to the answer, "Yes, it is the rest of my merry band of men and women." Amber turned around back to the strange man and Daisy. It was good to see them back, although a little late. She added, "I am sure it'll be a quick investigation; a small list, y'know."

"Yes, she is right," the old man came out, holding a paper with him, "Roughly three people have bought clothing with that button, it is more of a specialty use. women's clothing, fine dress: Marietta Tolina, a regular; Violet Von Kanin, more of an obscure buy, broader shouldered man helped; but there was one more. One of our dresses was stolen recently, common thief, saw her too, but decided against pressing charges."

"Thank you, my good fellow," she said while writing the names in her notebook.

"Anything for you, Constable."

Amber turned back to the group and looked to them, "Now, the question is: who shall we visit? The queen of the underground, the Doc's nurse? There are only two thieves we know of; too innocent for a murder. And then we can hopefully solve this before dinner."

[Kwadai]

Arman Khachatryan

Arman raised his eyebrows giving Drake a peculiar look as the boy had began turning red again. He hadn't seen him trip or do anything embarrassing like that so he was clueless as to why Drake's skin was starting to resemble the colour of a ripening tomato. "Are you....uhh never mind, forget it", he began, very tempted to ask what was wrong but something was inside was telling him not to do so...yet. Shrugging, he returned his attention to what they were meant to be doing. How easy it was to be distracted.

"I guess so. We came this far, it would be stupid to give up", he said confidently opening the door to walk up the stairs to where if he was right, Amelia Strauss' roommates lived. He brushed his shoulder gently off Drake's in the process. He knocked three times saying "well, looks like we're about to find out", smiling at Drake and waiting for an answer from the houses' inhabitants.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, there came from within the apartment building the noise of someone hurrying down a flight of stairs, followed by the clicking of a deadbolt and lock system as it was undone. Eventually, the door opened a crack, through which a young, red-haired girl poked her head. Blinking away tears from her bloodshot eyes, she looked the newcomers over before inquiring, in a small and tremulous voice, "Are you with the police?"

Arman Khachatryan

The seconds ticked by following the knocks as Arman and Drake stood together at the doorstep waiting for one of Amelia's roommates to answer the door. With no immediate response, he thought perhaps they weren't at home, it would have made sense after all if they were with the police elsewhere. If that were the case then they would need to try again later. However just before he suggested coming back at another time, shuffling proceeded by the click sounds of a lock opening could be heard.

The door was pushed open slightly to reveal a young girl with red hair and bloodshot eyes, which had clearly been filled with tears. Arman held back a breath as he fleetingly glanced at Drake and then looked at the distraught girl again, his eyes now showing a strong look of sympathy. Losing a friend could never be easy. "The poor girl...what must she be going through?", were some of the many feelings rushing around in his mind.

"No, we're not with the police. My name is Arman, I knew Amelia, I worked with her at the restaurant. Oh, and this is my...friend Drake. We just want to talk with you, only if that's alright for you of course. If you're not ready, then I understand too", Arman explained to the girl. As much as he wanted to speak with her and find out more about this situation, he would respect her wish if she didn't feel up to it.

[Luminesa]

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Amber Faust
She who will delve in the dark to let those sleep in comfort

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Day, Corsair's Tailor

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Soon enough, Sam arrived at the tailor's shop, with Daisy in tow. It had felt like a much longer trek than it had actually been, since neither of them spoke to each other after they began heading for the shop. Now, they were there, and Sam stood at attention for Amber. "We're back," he told her, "let's begin this investigation. We should try to get this done before the bell rings for the curfew." In truth, he was barely thinking about the mission at hand now. However, he did try to focus, knowing that it would do them no good if they missed a potential suspect because of his daydreaming.

Amber's eyes lit up as she heard the ring of the familiar bell, knowing it only to be the rest of her party. She exclaimed, in a joking manner, "Took you Lo—" Her words were cut off by the sound of a number of objects tumbling to the ground—breaking, snapping, crashing—in the back room. "Is that your guests, Amber?" Mr. Corsair remarked with a bit of a cough. A bit of dust seemed to rush out from the entrance way, the door still open.

Amber moved her head around the corner and asked, "Are you okay Mr. Corsair."

"What? Oh, the, um, mess... the mess isn't much of anything. Just some bad organizational skills. I used to have a secretary to keep up with this, but I can't really keep up on my own. I think I have the page, so don't be scared."

"Well, as long as you are alright," she said, half committed to the answer, "Yes, it is the rest of my merry band of men and women." Amber turned around back to the strange man and Daisy. It was good to see them back, although a little late. She added, "I am sure it'll be a quick investigation; a small list, y'know."

"Yes, she is right," the old man came out, holding a paper with him, "Roughly three people have bought clothing with that button, it is more of a specialty use. women's clothing, fine dress: Marietta Tolina, a regular; Violet Von Kanin, more of an obscure buy, broader shouldered man helped; but there was one more. One of our dresses was stolen recently, common thief, saw her too, but decided against pressing charges."

"Thank you, my good fellow," she said while writing the names in her notebook.

"Anything for you, Constable."

Amber turned back to the group and looked to them, "Now, the question is: who shall we visit? The queen of the underground, the Doc's nurse? There are only two thieves we know of; too innocent for a murder. And then we can hopefully solve this before dinner."

"Let's visit the little nurse first," Sam answered, coolly, "if she is a regular, she knows the shop. She would know where to go to find the dress, and she would know how to get out quickly. She probably would know...or at least she would think...that she is not being suspected." His gun itched in his back pocket, and he was ready to make sure the murderer was finished so he could move on. "Now come on. Let's make this as quick and painless as possible," he added, as he turned to go out the door. All the while, he was still holding Daisy's hand.

[The Burning Sun]

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, there came from within the apartment building the noise of someone hurrying down a flight of stairs, followed by the clicking of a deadbolt and lock system as it was undone. Eventually, the door opened a crack, through which a young, red-haired girl poked her head. Blinking away tears from her bloodshot eyes, she looked the newcomers over before inquiring, in a small and tremulous voice, "Are you with the police?"

Arman Khachatryan

The seconds ticked by following the knocks as Arman and Drake stood together at the doorstep waiting for one of Amelia's roommates to answer the door. With no immediate response, he thought perhaps they weren't at home, it would have made sense after all if they were with the police elsewhere. If that were the case then they would need to try again later. However just before he suggested coming back at another time, shuffling proceeded by the click sounds of a lock opening could be heard.

The door was pushed open slightly to reveal a young girl with red hair and bloodshot eyes, which had clearly been filled with tears. Arman held back a breath as he fleetingly glanced at Drake and then looked at the distraught girl again, his eyes now showing a strong look of sympathy. Losing a friend could never be easy. "The poor girl...what must she be going through?", were some of the many feelings rushing around in his mind.

"No, we're not with the police. My name is Arman, I knew Amelia, I worked with her at the restaurant. Oh, and this is my...friend Drake. We just want to talk with you, only if that's alright for you of course. If you're not ready, then I understand too", Arman explained to the girl. As much as he wanted to speak with her and find out more about this situation, he would respect her wish if she didn't feel up to it.

The girl hesitated a bit, even quickly ducking back inside and glancing up the stairs behind her. Soon after, though, she pushed the door open fully and gestured at the two to step inside and follow her up the stairs.

"My name is, um, Jess. Jessica White, to be exact." As the trio mounted the last step to what appeared to be the kitchen/living room of the apartment, she pointed at two other occupants. The first one was of Asian descent, with long black hair and a slight figure. She was hugging her knees and rocking in a shadowed corner. "That's Tiffany, Tiffany Hwang." Jess managed a slight smile and quickly turned to the last occupant. A brunette, she sat at the dining table, staring despondent into into a cup of coffee and idly wiping her glasses with her shirt. Neither of the two girls looked up as Jess introduced them and the newcomers in turn. "And that's Britney Parker. We were her roommates, uh...until now. Sorry, we're all a bit shaken, I think."

Quickly wiping her eyes, Jess turned and sat on a nearby chair, gesturing at Arman and Drake to take at seat on the sofa.turn

"What would you like to know?"

[Hydraic Empire]

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Amber Faust
She who will delve in the dark to let those sleep in comfort

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Day, Corsair's Tailor

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Amber's eyes lit up as she heard the ring of the familiar bell, knowing it only to be the rest of her party. She exclaimed, in a joking manner, "Took you Lo—" Her words were cut off by the sound of a number of objects tumbling to the ground—breaking, snapping, crashing—in the back room. "Is that your guests, Amber?" Mr. Corsair remarked with a bit of a cough. A bit of dust seemed to rush out from the entrance way, the door still open.

Amber moved her head around the corner and asked, "Are you okay Mr. Corsair."

"What? Oh, the, um, mess... the mess isn't much of anything. Just some bad organizational skills. I used to have a secretary to keep up with this, but I can't really keep up on my own. I think I have the page, so don't be scared."

"Well, as long as you are alright," she said, half committed to the answer, "Yes, it is the rest of my merry band of men and women." Amber turned around back to the strange man and Daisy. It was good to see them back, although a little late. She added, "I am sure it'll be a quick investigation; a small list, y'know."

"Yes, she is right," the old man came out, holding a paper with him, "Roughly three people have bought clothing with that button, it is more of a specialty use. women's clothing, fine dress: Marietta Tolina, a regular; Violet Von Kanin, more of an obscure buy, broader shouldered man helped; but there was one more. One of our dresses was stolen recently, common thief, saw her too, but decided against pressing charges."

"Thank you, my good fellow," she said while writing the names in her notebook.

"Anything for you, Constable."

Amber turned back to the group and looked to them, "Now, the question is: who shall we visit? The queen of the underground, the Doc's nurse? There are only two thieves we know of; too innocent for a murder. And then we can hopefully solve this before dinner."

"Let's visit the little nurse first," Sam answered, coolly, "if she is a regular, she knows the shop. She would know where to go to find the dress, and she would know how to get out quickly. She probably would know...or at least she would think...that she is not being suspected." His gun itched in his back pocket, and he was ready to make sure the murderer was finished so he could move on. "Now come on. Let's make this as quick and painless as possible," he added, as he turned to go out the door. All the while, he was still holding Daisy's hand.

"I agree - er, what did you say your name was again?" Aragon asked Sam. He noticed a small protrubance in Sam's back pocket, like a gun or a knife. Aragon decided not to mention it, as Sam appeared a little moody and agressive.
Turning to the clothing, Aragon suddenly exclaimed, "Upon my word, what marvelous apparel! Corsair, how much would this fine example of a suit cost my person?"

[Luminesa]

"Let's visit the little nurse first," Sam answered, coolly, "if she is a regular, she knows the shop. She would know where to go to find the dress, and she would know how to get out quickly. She probably would know...or at least she would think...that she is not being suspected." His gun itched in his back pocket, and he was ready to make sure the murderer was finished so he could move on. "Now come on. Let's make this as quick and painless as possible," he added, as he turned to go out the door. All the while, he was still holding Daisy's hand.

"I agree - er, what did you say your name was again?" Aragon asked Sam. He noticed a small protrubance in Sam's back pocket, like a gun or a knife. Aragon decided not to mention it, as Sam appeared a little moody and agressive.
Turning to the clothing, Aragon suddenly exclaimed, "Upon my word, what marvelous apparel! Corsair, how much would this fine example of a suit cost my person?"

"Enough. We need to focus," he told Aragon coolly, "and anyway, I apologize for not introducing myself earlier. Sam Bonneville. The pleasure is mine." Of course, his face showed no pleasure, or mortification for not introducing himself to his companions. He was ready to leave, and had a foot out the door as he waited for his group to follow him. He was not willing to wait for too long, either.

[Saleon]

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Amber Faust
She who will delve in the dark to let those sleep in comfort

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Day, Corsair's Tailor

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"I agree - er, what did you say your name was again?" Aragon asked Sam. He noticed a small protrubance in Sam's back pocket, like a gun or a knife. Aragon decided not to mention it, as Sam appeared a little moody and agressive.
Turning to the clothing, Aragon suddenly exclaimed, "Upon my word, what marvelous apparel! Corsair, how much would this fine example of a suit cost my person?"

"Enough. We need to focus," he told Aragon coolly, "and anyway, I apologize for not introducing myself earlier. Sam Bonneville. The pleasure is mine." Of course, his face showed no pleasure, or mortification for not introducing himself to his companions. He was ready to leave, and had a foot out the door as he waited for his group to follow him. He was not willing to wait for too long, either.

"Back to Doc Noble's office it is!" Amber said as she began walking, "you guys pick weird choices. I guess she'd know any shady misters and mistresses that can shred somebody up like paper." She listened slightly to the conversations around her. One name, the stranger's, stuck to her: Sam Bonneville. She knew she had heard the name, but it was hard to pick it out. She hadn't heard of Daisy yet, so she hoped she was feeling well having been on a walk with Mr. Bonneville. Either way, Bonneville was right: time was not on their side, and they needed to hurry to find out the killer.

[Faal Lot Himdah]

Vi Kouri
Purgatory
Let the blood flow

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"Ohhh Jaaaack...." Vi said as she stepped out of the alley way and looked around. There were a few people, and then there was Jack, she looked at him and giggled. "Ahhh.... Cute.... You think that there is safety in numbers..."

Then some random guy thought that he was going to be a hero. She was knocked to the ground by a rather large fellow jumping on her. "SOME ONE GET THE COPS!!" The man yelled before one of Vi's knifes found its home in his throat. She then slowly twisted before pushing the body off her. Then the knife came out, and found a new home elsewhere on the body. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Vi stood in a pool of the man's blood before turning to look at Jack. She took a blade to her mouth and licked the blood from it before a moan of pleasure escaped her lips.

People where now running, and Vi got distracted by the shiny necklace on one of the random people. "Ohhh... Pretty... Vi want..." She said and changed her target, forgetting about Jack almost completely as she grabbed the ladies hair and threw her to the ground. "How about we have a little fun..." She ran the knife by the woman's throat as she licked her lips.

FADE TO BLACK

Vi stood over the defiled body, knives still in it, and held the necklace. "Soooo preettttyyyy." She said as she rubbed it against her face before putting it on.

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Shilo Weardhyll
Purgatory
Some God forsaken restaurant

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"I can agree..." Shilo said as he finished and stood up, "Let's do what we can to help the investigation. By the way, I have been meaning to ask.... Can I crash at your office for the foreseeable future? I don't have a job, or any money really. So it would help a lot. Until I get a job that is."

[Charlia]

Shilo Weardhyll
Purgatory
Some God forsaken restaurant

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"I can agree..." Shilo said as he finished and stood up, "Let's do what we can to help the investigation. By the way, I have been meaning to ask.... Can I crash at your office for the foreseeable future? I don't have a job, or any money really. So it would help a lot. Until I get a job that is."

"Sounds fine," Charlotte said nonchalantly. "You seem more trustworthy than most of the people around here, anyway, so it should be all right."

Later on, after some less-than-fruitful investigating...

No patients were in the office at the moment, so Marietta was curled up on one of the beds, reading a book and occasionally glancing over at Charlotte as she did... something, Marietta really wasn't sure what. But she didn't want to bother the doctor with her work, after all, the older girl was quite brilliant and who knew if she'd be interrupting something very important with questions? So she just contented herself with reading and looking at the doctor covertly, stifling a few sighs. Why did the doctor have to be so oblivious?

[Luminesa]

Vi Kouri
Purgatory
Let the blood flow

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"Ohhh Jaaaack...." Vi said as she stepped out of the alley way and looked around. There were a few people, and then there was Jack, she looked at him and giggled. "Ahhh.... Cute.... You think that there is safety in numbers..."

Then some random guy thought that he was going to be a hero. She was knocked to the ground by a rather large fellow jumping on her. "SOME ONE GET THE COPS!!" The man yelled before one of Vi's knifes found its home in his throat. She then slowly twisted before pushing the body off her. Then the knife came out, and found a new home elsewhere on the body. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Vi stood in a pool of the man's blood before turning to look at Jack. She took a blade to her mouth and licked the blood from it before a moan of pleasure escaped her lips.

People where now running, and Vi got distracted by the shiny necklace on one of the random people. "Ohhh... Pretty... Vi want..." She said and changed her target, forgetting about Jack almost completely as she grabbed the ladies hair and threw her to the ground. "How about we have a little fun..." She ran the knife by the woman's throat as she licked her lips.

FADE TO BLACK

Vi stood over the defiled body, knives still in it, and held the necklace. "Soooo preettttyyyy." She said as she rubbed it against her face before putting it on.

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Shilo Weardhyll
Purgatory
Some God forsaken restaurant

---

"I can agree..." Shilo said as he finished and stood up, "Let's do what we can to help the investigation. By the way, I have been meaning to ask.... Can I crash at your office for the foreseeable future? I don't have a job, or any money really. So it would help a lot. Until I get a job that is."

The group was heading for Doc Noble's office, and for a moment everything seemed fine. The city was quiet at this time of the day. Or at least it usually was. Just as the group was reaching Doc Noble's office, and they stood in front of the hospital, screams rose and echoed over the skyline. They were quite loud, and came from a little ways away, deeper in the heart of the city.

Sam heard it, and his ears pricked. Why were so many people screaming? What was happening? Could it be that the killer had struck again, and they had found the body? Or what if the murderer was there, and people were running from them? What if the murderer was getting away?

His heart began instinctively to pound against his ribs, and his eyes widened. Whirling around toward Amber, he asked her in a hushed voice, "...Did you hear that?" Before she could answer, he immediately rushed away in the direction of the screaming. As he did so, he pulled out his gun and held it ready. If he had to kill, he was ready.

[Hydraic Empire]

Vi Kouri
Purgatory
Let the blood flow

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"Ohhh Jaaaack...." Vi said as she stepped out of the alley way and looked around. There were a few people, and then there was Jack, she looked at him and giggled. "Ahhh.... Cute.... You think that there is safety in numbers..."

Then some random guy thought that he was going to be a hero. She was knocked to the ground by a rather large fellow jumping on her. "SOME ONE GET THE COPS!!" The man yelled before one of Vi's knifes found its home in his throat. She then slowly twisted before pushing the body off her. Then the knife came out, and found a new home elsewhere on the body. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Vi stood in a pool of the man's blood before turning to look at Jack. She took a blade to her mouth and licked the blood from it before a moan of pleasure escaped her lips.

People where now running, and Vi got distracted by the shiny necklace on one of the random people. "Ohhh... Pretty... Vi want..." She said and changed her target, forgetting about Jack almost completely as she grabbed the ladies hair and threw her to the ground. "How about we have a little fun..." She ran the knife by the woman's throat as she licked her lips.

FADE TO BLACK

Vi stood over the defiled body, knives still in it, and held the necklace. "Soooo preettttyyyy." She said as she rubbed it against her face before putting it on.

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Shilo Weardhyll
Purgatory
Some God forsaken restaurant

---

"I can agree..." Shilo said as he finished and stood up, "Let's do what we can to help the investigation. By the way, I have been meaning to ask.... Can I crash at your office for the foreseeable future? I don't have a job, or any money really. So it would help a lot. Until I get a job that is."

The group was heading for Doc Noble's office, and for a moment everything seemed fine. The city was quiet at this time of the day. Or at least it usually was. Just as the group was reaching Doc Noble's office, and they stood in front of the hospital, screams rose and echoed over the skyline. They were quite loud, and came from a little ways away, deeper in the heart of the city.

Sam heard it, and his ears pricked. Why were so many people screaming? What was happening? Could it be that the killer had struck again, and they had found the body? Or what if the murderer was there, and people were running from them? What if the murderer was getting away?

His heart began instinctively to pound against his ribs, and his eyes widened. Whirling around toward Amber, he asked her in a hushed voice, "...Did you hear that?" Before she could answer, he immediately rushed away in the direction of the screaming. As he did so, he pulled out his gun and held it ready. If he had to kill, he was ready.

Aragon too heard the screams. He peered in the direction of them and was tsartled when Sam took off running towards them, pulling the gun (I was right! Aragon thought) out.
Aragon decided that Sam must have seen someone, possibly the murderer, and unsheathed his sword. Letting loose a battle cry, he sprinted after his thus far only friend in Purgatory, Sam.

[Castle Crashers]

Vi Kouri
Purgatory
Let the blood flow

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"Ohhh Jaaaack...." Vi said as she stepped out of the alley way and looked around. There were a few people, and then there was Jack, she looked at him and giggled. "Ahhh.... Cute.... You think that there is safety in numbers..."

Then some random guy thought that he was going to be a hero. She was knocked to the ground by a rather large fellow jumping on her. "SOME ONE GET THE COPS!!" The man yelled before one of Vi's knifes found its home in his throat. She then slowly twisted before pushing the body off her. Then the knife came out, and found a new home elsewhere on the body. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Vi stood in a pool of the man's blood before turning to look at Jack. She took a blade to her mouth and licked the blood from it before a moan of pleasure escaped her lips.

People where now running, and Vi got distracted by the shiny necklace on one of the random people. "Ohhh... Pretty... Vi want..." She said and changed her target, forgetting about Jack almost completely as she grabbed the ladies hair and threw her to the ground. "How about we have a little fun..." She ran the knife by the woman's throat as she licked her lips.

FADE TO BLACK

Vi stood over the defiled body, knives still in it, and held the necklace. "Soooo preettttyyyy." She said as she rubbed it against her face before putting it on.

---

Shilo Weardhyll
Purgatory
Some God forsaken restaurant

---

"I can agree..." Shilo said as he finished and stood up, "Let's do what we can to help the investigation. By the way, I have been meaning to ask.... Can I crash at your office for the foreseeable future? I don't have a job, or any money really. So it would help a lot. Until I get a job that is."

The group was heading for Doc Noble's office, and for a moment everything seemed fine. The city was quiet at this time of the day. Or at least it usually was. Just as the group was reaching Doc Noble's office, and they stood in front of the hospital, screams rose and echoed over the skyline. They were quite loud, and came from a little ways away, deeper in the heart of the city.

Sam heard it, and his ears pricked. Why were so many people screaming? What was happening? Could it be that the killer had struck again, and they had found the body? Or what if the murderer was there, and people were running from them? What if the murderer was getting away?

His heart began instinctively to pound against his ribs, and his eyes widened. Whirling around toward Amber, he asked her in a hushed voice, "...Did you hear that?" Before she could answer, he immediately rushed away in the direction of the screaming. As he did so, he pulled out his gun and held it ready. If he had to kill, he was ready.

The screams had scared Daisy enough, but the moment that Sam and Aragon took off after them, she was even more scared. Not only that, but she saw Sam pull out a gun. How long had he had that..? Fear struck her heart but she knew she couldn't just stand there, so she chased after the two, making sure to pull Amber with her. When she finally caught up to Sam, she looked up to him with fearful eyes. "Do you think it's the murderer?" She asked, but the words only scared her more. "...are we gonna kill them..?"

[Khasinkonia]

The group was heading for Doc Noble's office, and for a moment everything seemed fine. The city was quiet at this time of the day. Or at least it usually was. Just as the group was reaching Doc Noble's office, and they stood in front of the hospital, screams rose and echoed over the skyline. They were quite loud, and came from a little ways away, deeper in the heart of the city.

Sam heard it, and his ears pricked. Why were so many people screaming? What was happening? Could it be that the killer had struck again, and they had found the body? Or what if the murderer was there, and people were running from them? What if the murderer was getting away?

His heart began instinctively to pound against his ribs, and his eyes widened. Whirling around toward Amber, he asked her in a hushed voice, "...Did you hear that?" Before she could answer, he immediately rushed away in the direction of the screaming. As he did so, he pulled out his gun and held it ready. If he had to kill, he was ready.

The screams had scared Daisy enough, but the moment that Sam and Aragon took off after them, she was even more scared. Not only that, but she saw Sam pull out a gun. How long had he had that..? Fear struck her heart but she knew she couldn't just stand there, so she chased after the two, making sure to pull Amber with her. When she finally caught up to Sam, she looked up to him with fearful eyes. "Do you think it's the murderer?" She asked, but the words only scared her more. "...are we gonna kill them..?"

He had tagged along for the majority of the trip, but had left the two to themselves for a short time as he had seen an interesting offer in a shop window. He had returned to hear screams and was nearly as surprised as Daisy. He swiftly walked over and stood within earshot of the two. Murderer? he thought, Well, that's news. Haven't had a good murder case in quite a while. Maybe it's another one of those city underbelly things, or perhaps it's something more. Either way, it's probably best for me to stay near Sam and Daisy. Safety in numbers after all...

[Kwadai]

Arman Khachatryan

The seconds ticked by following the knocks as Arman and Drake stood together at the doorstep waiting for one of Amelia's roommates to answer the door. With no immediate response, he thought perhaps they weren't at home, it would have made sense after all if they were with the police elsewhere. If that were the case then they would need to try again later. However just before he suggested coming back at another time, shuffling proceeded by the click sounds of a lock opening could be heard.

The door was pushed open slightly to reveal a young girl with red hair and bloodshot eyes, which had clearly been filled with tears. Arman held back a breath as he fleetingly glanced at Drake and then looked at the distraught girl again, his eyes now showing a strong look of sympathy. Losing a friend could never be easy. "The poor girl...what must she be going through?", were some of the many feelings rushing around in his mind.

"No, we're not with the police. My name is Arman, I knew Amelia, I worked with her at the restaurant. Oh, and this is my...friend Drake. We just want to talk with you, only if that's alright for you of course. If you're not ready, then I understand too", Arman explained to the girl. As much as he wanted to speak with her and find out more about this situation, he would respect her wish if she didn't feel up to it.

The girl hesitated a bit, even quickly ducking back inside and glancing up the stairs behind her. Soon after, though, she pushed the door open fully and gestured at the two to step inside and follow her up the stairs.

"My name is, um, Jess. Jessica White, to be exact." As the trio mounted the last step to what appeared to be the kitchen/living room of the apartment, she pointed at two other occupants. The first one was of Asian descent, with long black hair and a slight figure. She was hugging her knees and rocking in a shadowed corner. "That's Tiffany, Tiffany Hwang." Jess managed a slight smile and quickly turned to the last occupant. A brunette, she sat at the dining table, staring despondent into into a cup of coffee and idly wiping her glasses with her shirt. Neither of the two girls looked up as Jess introduced them and the newcomers in turn. "And that's Britney Parker. We were her roommates, uh...until now. Sorry, we're all a bit shaken, I think."

Quickly wiping her eyes, Jess turned and sat on a nearby chair, gesturing at Arman and Drake to take at seat on the sofa.turn

"What would you like to know?"

Arman Khachatryan

"It's nice to meet you Jess. I apologise if this is all very sudden and strange", Arman told her sincerely as he continued to walk upstairs with her and Drake to where he presumed would be the apartment's main living area. Once they reached the room Jess began introducing them to who had bee Amelia's other roommates, and Asian girl and a brunette whose names were Tiffany and Britney. They too were noticeably shaken and grieving both emotions totally natural and expected in a situation as unpleasant and heartbreaking as theirs.

"Hello", he said simply, greeting the two other girls, well aware nothing he said would reverse this. Arman walked quietly to sit down on the sofa that Jess that gestured towards before they began with the inquiries. "I believe we should just start with the most obvious question, that being, when was the the last time any of you had seen Amelia before this morning's discovery?". He couldn't help feeling like a police interrogator doing this, but nevertheless he wanted to understand what it was that was really going on.

[Saldinado]

Drake Nelson

Carefully and inventively looking at Arman and the red head talk, Drake saw the other two women in the background. They seemed upset; distraught; like they been let with despair. Though it was very understandable giving the traumatizing news that they probably received within the last couple of hours. He silently followed Arman into the apartment and turned to see the two other women, who apparently went by the names of Tiffany and Britney. He didn't really see what they were doing, but from what he can guess, they were probably won't be in their natural, happy selves. If they were even like that to begin with.

Drake walked into the apartment living room area where he finally saw the extent of the damage that the two girls were in. Tiffany rocking back and forth and Britney wiping her glasses. They were upset. Distraught. Despair had caught them dead in their tracks. And given what they probably went through hours ago, their reactions were quite understandable and normal. He remained silent as he looked at the both of them and shyly smiled and lifted his hand about chest height to make it distinguish a weak wave to them. Looking towards the soft that the redheaded woman named Jess gestured them to, Drake took a seat next to Arman, and sat a little closer than a normal person would sit next to someone. As he heard Arman begin his puesdo-interrogation, Drake grabbed his hands and held them while his left leg began to bob up and down frantically in anxiety and nervousness.

[Saleon]

The group was heading for Doc Noble's office, and for a moment everything seemed fine. The city was quiet at this time of the day. Or at least it usually was. Just as the group was reaching Doc Noble's office, and they stood in front of the hospital, screams rose and echoed over the skyline. They were quite loud, and came from a little ways away, deeper in the heart of the city.

Sam heard it, and his ears pricked. Why were so many people screaming? What was happening? Could it be that the killer had struck again, and they had found the body? Or what if the murderer was there, and people were running from them? What if the murderer was getting away?

His heart began instinctively to pound against his ribs, and his eyes widened. Whirling around toward Amber, he asked her in a hushed voice, "...Did you hear that?" Before she could answer, he immediately rushed away in the direction of the screaming. As he did so, he pulled out his gun and held it ready. If he had to kill, he was ready.

The screams had scared Daisy enough, but the moment that Sam and Aragon took off after them, she was even more scared. Not only that, but she saw Sam pull out a gun. How long had he had that..? Fear struck her heart but she knew she couldn't just stand there, so she chased after the two, making sure to pull Amber with her. When she finally caught up to Sam, she looked up to him with fearful eyes. "Do you think it's the murderer?" She asked, but the words only scared her more. "...are we gonna kill them..?"

Amber did not run after the scream, but slowly walked forth while holding her hand on her pistol."Sh!t," she mumbled, "what is next?I was hoping nothing else would happen in this city..." She steadily worked to assess the situation, but as soon as everyone began rushing forward, she knew that being careful about entering dangerous scenarios was out the window. She rushed to the scene, pulling her pistol out and moving outward. She was much faster than some, having past them despite their head start.

"Alright," she said as she walked to the scene, "what the frick just happened here?"

[Faal Lot Himdah]

Vi Kouri
Purgatory
Let the blood flow

---

Amber and company would see the two bodies. Each body looked ravaged, much like an animal attack, but yet not like the other murders. The full grown man and the young lady. Both dead. The young woman had her clothes ripped to shreds. Behind the group, in the shadows, just about to leave was Vi. Still decorated with the blood of the pony and her victims. She turned around when she heard Amber and looked at her. She didn't look to bad, though there was no reason to kill her... But this was Vi. No reason was plenty reason.

"Jaaaaccckkk.... Where are you?" She said as she walked out of the shadows and looked at the group. Her knives in her hands. She tilted her head and grinned, "Do you know where Jack is?"

[The Burning Sun]

The girl hesitated a bit, even quickly ducking back inside and glancing up the stairs behind her. Soon after, though, she pushed the door open fully and gestured at the two to step inside and follow her up the stairs.

"My name is, um, Jess. Jessica White, to be exact." As the trio mounted the last step to what appeared to be the kitchen/living room of the apartment, she pointed at two other occupants. The first one was of Asian descent, with long black hair and a slight figure. She was hugging her knees and rocking in a shadowed corner. "That's Tiffany, Tiffany Hwang." Jess managed a slight smile and quickly turned to the last occupant. A brunette, she sat at the dining table, staring despondent into into a cup of coffee and idly wiping her glasses with her shirt. Neither of the two girls looked up as Jess introduced them and the newcomers in turn. "And that's Britney Parker. We were her roommates, uh...until now. Sorry, we're all a bit shaken, I think."

Quickly wiping her eyes, Jess turned and sat on a nearby chair, gesturing at Arman and Drake to take at seat on the sofa.turn

"What would you like to know?"

Arman Khachatryan

"It's nice to meet you Jess. I apologise if this is all very sudden and strange", Arman told her sincerely as he continued to walk upstairs with her and Drake to where he presumed would be the apartment's main living area. Once they reached the room Jess began introducing them to who had bee Amelia's other roommates, and Asian girl and a brunette whose names were Tiffany and Britney. They too were noticeably shaken and grieving both emotions totally natural and expected in a situation as unpleasant and heartbreaking as theirs.

"Hello", he said simply, greeting the two other girls, well aware nothing he said would reverse this. Arman walked quietly to sit down on the sofa that Jess that gestured towards before they began with the inquiries. "I believe we should just start with the most obvious question, that being, when was the the last time any of you had seen Amelia before this morning's discovery?". He couldn't help feeling like a police interrogator doing this, but nevertheless he wanted to understand what it was that was really going on.

Jess sighed and leaned backwards. Her roommates glanced at her and each other, until Britney suddenly spoke.

"It was the same as any other day. She was here in the afternoon, a little after midday. We...ate lunch and then went our separate ways. I guess she went to her job, but...we all did. There was nothing unusual. Nothing different."

Jessica sniffed, interrupting her roommate. When she spoke, it was quieter than before, and she looked down in shame.

"Well, she was mad at me. I forgot to wash her uniform, and there wasn't any time before lunch...she's always in such a hurry...if only she'd slowed down and talked to us more..."

[Castle Crashers]

Vi Kouri
Purgatory
Let the blood flow

---

Amber and company would see the two bodies. Each body looked ravaged, much like an animal attack, but yet not like the other murders. The full grown man and the young lady. Both dead. The young woman had her clothes ripped to shreds. Behind the group, in the shadows, just about to leave was Vi. Still decorated with the blood of the pony and her victims. She turned around when she heard Amber and looked at her. She didn't look to bad, though there was no reason to kill her... But this was Vi. No reason was plenty reason.

"Jaaaaccckkk.... Where are you?" She said as she walked out of the shadows and looked at the group. Her knives in her hands. She tilted her head and grinned, "Do you know where Jack is?"

At the sight of the bodies, Daisy was horrified. She'd never seen any of the murders first-hand, but now that she was here...she understood why they kept these things under wraps. As horrifying as it was, she almost couldn't bring herself to look away...or at least not until she heard a voice. Looking up, she saw a woman step out of the shadows, holding knives and covered in blood, asking for a Jack. Her eyes widened and, terrified as she was, she hid behind Sam as if such an action would protect her from whom could only be the murderer.

[Luminesa]

Vi Kouri
Purgatory
Let the blood flow

---

Amber and company would see the two bodies. Each body looked ravaged, much like an animal attack, but yet not like the other murders. The full grown man and the young lady. Both dead. The young woman had her clothes ripped to shreds. Behind the group, in the shadows, just about to leave was Vi. Still decorated with the blood of the pony and her victims. She turned around when she heard Amber and looked at her. She didn't look to bad, though there was no reason to kill her... But this was Vi. No reason was plenty reason.

"Jaaaaccckkk.... Where are you?" She said as she walked out of the shadows and looked at the group. Her knives in her hands. She tilted her head and grinned, "Do you know where Jack is?"

Sam barely noticed the bodies lying in a heap by the group's feet. Upon seeing the murderer, he locked-on. His eyes became as sharp as Vi's bloody knives, and he raised his gun, aiming right for her. He hardly felt Daisy huddling behind him. He just wanted this girl dead. She obviously did not care if her victim was a man or a woman. She could hurt anyone. She could hurt Daisy. He would make sure to put a thousand bullets in this crazed murderer, before that happened.

[Saleon]

Vi Kouri
Purgatory
Let the blood flow

---

Amber and company would see the two bodies. Each body looked ravaged, much like an animal attack, but yet not like the other murders. The full grown man and the young lady. Both dead. The young woman had her clothes ripped to shreds. Behind the group, in the shadows, just about to leave was Vi. Still decorated with the blood of the pony and her victims. She turned around when she heard Amber and looked at her. She didn't look to bad, though there was no reason to kill her... But this was Vi. No reason was plenty reason.

"Jaaaaccckkk.... Where are you?" She said as she walked out of the shadows and looked at the group. Her knives in her hands. She tilted her head and grinned, "Do you know where Jack is?"

Sam barely noticed the bodies lying in a heap by the group's feet. Upon seeing the murderer, he locked-on. His eyes became as sharp as Vi's bloody knives, and he raised his gun, aiming right for her. He hardly felt Daisy huddling behind him. He just wanted this girl dead. She obviously did not care if her victim was a man or a woman. She could hurt anyone. She could hurt Daisy. He would make sure to put a thousand bullets in this crazed murderer, before that happened.

"Miss?" Amber walked up, "I don't know where Jack is. I could give you directions to his boss... but I don't allow murder in my city. Especially when it puts my civilians in danger." She could see the rain of blood that had been made by the girl. Some new people, as she learned, were never alright from the beginning. She pulled out her pistol, her arm outstretched all the way out, and flashed her flintlock, straight. "And I hate that you made all this mess in this place, now disturbing so many people, including a little kitten who I did not want to scar as she followed me," She was spiteful, in general, about this murderer.

[Faal Lot Himdah]

Vi Kouri
Purgatory
Let the blood flow

---

Vi looked at Daisy as she hid behind Sam. She was afraid. Afraid of her. Vi was happy. Or was she? She never knew what she was feeling. All she knew was that she was going to kill Daisy slowly. She licked her lips before she noticed that Sam had pointed a gun at her. He thought a gun could stop her, that was adorable. Nothing could stop Vi from doing what she wanted except for death.

Then Amber spoke and got Vi's attention. She cocked her head and listened. It was hard, not to listen to the voice inside telling her to drive a knife into Amber's throat as she spoke. When Amber stopped speaking, Vi couldn't help but chuckle and play with her knives, "A mess? I don't see a mess... Vi sees... Vi sees... art? No, not art.... Ah, reality. That's right. We should all be dead, I'm just helping people realize that reality. She also sees people who tried to stop her from getting Jack.... and she had a pretty necklace" Vi pointed to the dead lady, "Vi likes the shiny things... The little kitten should learn the truth... not everything is sunshine and roses... well, it is for me.... but many people say it isn't for them... anyways, you know where Jack is, and Vi wants to know." She grinned, "So where is he? Jaaaccckkkk where are you?"

[Luminesa]

Vi Kouri
Purgatory
Let the blood flow

---

Vi looked at Daisy as she hid behind Sam. She was afraid. Afraid of her. Vi was happy. Or was she? She never knew what she was feeling. All she knew was that she was going to kill Daisy slowly. She licked her lips before she noticed that Sam had pointed a gun at her. He thought a gun could stop her, that was adorable. Nothing could stop Vi from doing what she wanted except for death.

Then Amber spoke and got Vi's attention. She cocked her head and listened. It was hard, not to listen to the voice inside telling her to drive a knife into Amber's throat as she spoke. When Amber stopped speaking, Vi couldn't help but chuckle and play with her knives, "A mess? I don't see a mess... Vi sees... Vi sees... art? No, not art.... Ah, reality. That's right. We should all be dead, I'm just helping people realize that reality. She also sees people who tried to stop her from getting Jack.... and she had a pretty necklace" Vi pointed to the dead lady, "Vi likes the shiny things... The little kitten should learn the truth... not everything is sunshine and roses... well, it is for me.... but many people say it isn't for them... anyways, you know where Jack is, and Vi wants to know." She grinned, "So where is he? Jaaaccckkkk where are you?"

Sam saw the girl look toward Daisy, and his heart raced for a moment. However, he simply reminded himself that he needed to stay calm. If he freaked-out, he would miss. "...The kitten is mine. Take a step further, and you will sleep in Hell tonight," he muttered to Vi, his eyes and voice cold and unaffected. He had seen lunatics like her before. It would take bleeding her out to get her to stop her rampage.

[Saleon]

---

Amber Faust
She who will delve in the dark to let those sleep in comfort

---

Day, Alleyway

---

Then Amber spoke and got Vi's attention. She cocked her head and listened. It was hard, not to listen to the voice inside telling her to drive a knife into Amber's throat as she spoke. When Amber stopped speaking, Vi couldn't help but chuckle and play with her knives, "A mess? I don't see a mess... Vi sees... Vi sees... art? No, not art.... Ah, reality. That's right. We should all be dead, I'm just helping people realize that reality. She also sees people who tried to stop her from getting Jack.... and she had a pretty necklace" Vi pointed to the dead lady, "Vi likes the shiny things... The little kitten should learn the truth... not everything is sunshine and roses... well, it is for me.... but many people say it isn't for them... anyways, you know where Jack is, and Vi wants to know." She grinned, "So where is he? Jaaaccckkkk where are you?"

Sam saw the girl look toward Daisy, and his heart raced for a moment. However, he simply reminded himself that he needed to stay calm. If he freaked-out, he would miss. "...The kitten is mine. Take a step further, and you will sleep in Hell tonight," he muttered to Vi, his eyes and voice cold and unaffected. He had seen lunatics like her before. It would take bleeding her out to get her to stop her rampage.

"I dunno where he is," Amber grunted while firing her flintlock, "and I don't care. We're not letting you near her." She rushed at Vi, her body seeming to be a volt of electricity. She stopped in a flash at Vi's feet. She twirled around in a tornado, before winding a thunderous kick. Violet was the only fighter to give Amber a challenge, and not even Jack could beat the two. After the flurry of a kick, she delivered a cycle of three or four or five—it was impossible to tell—strikes. Amber was a speedy fighter, like lightning. It played to a certain respect to Violet, as to how strong Violet was.

[Kwadai]

Arman Khachatryan

"It's nice to meet you Jess. I apologise if this is all very sudden and strange", Arman told her sincerely as he continued to walk upstairs with her and Drake to where he presumed would be the apartment's main living area. Once they reached the room Jess began introducing them to who had bee Amelia's other roommates, and Asian girl and a brunette whose names were Tiffany and Britney. They too were noticeably shaken and grieving both emotions totally natural and expected in a situation as unpleasant and heartbreaking as theirs.

"Hello", he said simply, greeting the two other girls, well aware nothing he said would reverse this. Arman walked quietly to sit down on the sofa that Jess that gestured towards before they began with the inquiries. "I believe we should just start with the most obvious question, that being, when was the the last time any of you had seen Amelia before this morning's discovery?". He couldn't help feeling like a police interrogator doing this, but nevertheless he wanted to understand what it was that was really going on.

Jess sighed and leaned backwards. Her roommates glanced at her and each other, until Britney suddenly spoke.

"It was the same as any other day. She was here in the afternoon, a little after midday. We...ate lunch and then went our separate ways. I guess she went to her job, but...we all did. There was nothing unusual. Nothing different."

Jessica sniffed, interrupting her roommate. When she spoke, it was quieter than before, and she looked down in shame.

"Well, she was mad at me. I forgot to wash her uniform, and there wasn't any time before lunch...she's always in such a hurry...if only she'd slowed down and talked to us more..."

Arman Khachatryan

Arman tilted his head to look and focus on the other part of the room, from where Britney had began to answer his question. He sat respectfully and listened to what she had to say considering it could actually be an important detail that wouldn't want to be missed. It turned out that on that day, she hadn't noticed any change in her roommates, however it was Jess' comment following her sniffling that grabbed Arman's attention.

Part of him also curiously pondered why Drake was suddenly sitting so close (though not necessarily a bad thing), yet he also knew he needed to pay attention to what Amelia's roommates were saying.

"What do you mean if she slowed down and talked to us more?", Arman asked confusedly. "In a hurry? I didn't think she had that many shifts at the restaurant. Had she been doing any other sort of work...that you know of? Or anything else for that matter?", he questioned.