Murder Mystery

Dosan please.

Once the epitome of advancement and wonderment, this ancient city has suffered an apocalyptic catastrophe and now drowns deeper into destruction as schemes and further disasters threaten to tear it asunder. Hope has long since left the land... but some have refused to surrender their place in the sun

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Murder Mystery

Fri Nov 09, 2018 1:39 am


20th of Vhalar, 718



The Lancastre family had always been known for their dinner parties. In retrospect, Blue could not recall his family ever throwing a big bash with dancing and nobles singing merrily and perhaps he could conclude that his family were not ones who wanted to have a great time and forget about the poor condition their city was in. He knew well enough that the Lancastre only preferred dinner parties over grand balls or extravaganzas is so that they could boast about their exotic items and the pricetag. It’s not like anyone really cared though, nobles dislike the outside world anyway and the entire house knew that. But the Lancastre’s cannot seem to go a day without telling people how much more money they possess.

“Your father wants you to tuck one of ‘em fancy lockets in your pocket, m’lord. Let the chain hang out too he said.”

Blue nodded as the servants spoke, his eyes focused on himself in the tall mirror. A heavy sigh left his body as he thought about how tonight would go. It would go the same way as every other dinner party held by the Lancastre and he could not bare to go through another night talking about his blue skin or his mother. He could swallow his pride when speaking about his skin tone but discussing his mother was personal. Those nobles were always so nosy and could not set aside their constant inquiries for one night to discuss something else no matter how hard he pushed for it. Blue was usually good at pushing a conversation in another direction, however, the nobles were even better at redirecting it to the original topic that sparked up a conversation in the first place.

”I think that’ll be enough, thank you miss. You may go now.”

After the servant put his navy blue colored jacket over his silky white waistcoat, he decided it would be the right time to rush her out the room before she’d try to do anything else.

“M’lord, I have yet to remove your gloves! You father specifically told me you must—“

”Put on new gloves? I am well aware of that. Good day, miss hill.”

Blue gave the servant a polite shove before slamming the door in her face. He sometimes wished the heaps weren’t so damn obedient. It made it almost impossible for him to keep his secret since they were always following the orders of his father. His orders seemed to be drilled into their head and even if Blue tried to give them an easier route out of their chores or taking care of him for that matter, they never seemed to take it.

He rushed toward one of his nightstands and opened a drawer. Inside were three lovely pairs of gloves similar to the pair on his hands except the pair of gloves on his hands were in very poor condition. Blue took a quick look around his room before sliding his current pair of gloves off and admiring his hands. He touched his fingers, gliding one over the other until it touched his glossy black fingernail. An electric feeling ran through his body as he did so and for a moment Blue felt like Vri was with him.

He missed him so much. Blue was beginning to forget the last time he saw him although he was doing his best to remember every detail of it.

Come back soon love. Blue took another pair of gloves, leaving the old ones behind before heading to his family’s dinner party.

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Re: Murder Mystery

Fri Nov 09, 2018 8:42 am

蛇 Vhalar 20th, 718 蛇
蛇 Mood: Delighted, Thrilled
蛇 Current Thought: Shhh, Let it Happen
蛇 Current Theme: Tsukimi


蛇 It's a shame when people can't keep their promises. They ask you for a favor, and you deliver, but when the shoe is on the other foot, its like pulling teeth or speaking an obscured language. Same goes for coin, you ask to borrow some coin, you are expected to pay it back.

Sadly in this unfortunate case, it wasn't as simple. Bryalla was a servant of the Lancastre house, and she was good at her job, like most who were so lucky to work for nobility. Unfortunately, however, the poor biqaj didn't know when to quit, going for stakes a lot higher than her pay grade.

She owed the owner of the casino outfit within the lair, a lovely den of despair, greed, & fortune, a lot of coin.....like a lot of coin. Lex was not a man to be slighted, and as the vicemen of the casinos, he always got his due. Bryalla would be the perfect example of this, as the viper of the Lair was called in perform a grand act, a display if you would humor it.

The Lancastres where known to hold quaint little get-togethers, and getting in on his Lord name was an easy ticket to these sort of things. Impress the underling, and draw out the bigger fish. Dosan stood in the corner of the room, making polite conversation with a few of the other elevated heaps that happened to be there, sharing gossip and stories of the nobles they worked under.

When Bryalla's name was called, being ordered to go fetch some more wine from the cellar, he scanned the room, looking for the servant that would respond to the order. Spotting the servant, he found her face to be decent to look at, but poured over her features, to take them in and save them to memory. Oh yes, now that her face was in his memory banks, he wouldn't be able to forget her.

The party was in full swing, and the gracious hosts of the little event were lauding their expensive taste around, much as nobles do. The hosts were eating up the attention, admiration, and jealousy, the viper finding that it was a disgusting display. Dosan, however, was not so enthralled by such exotic treasures.

Dosan had been biding his time for the most opportune moment to kill the woman as instructed, though if he had too, he'd off the servant in front of the guests. In his eyes, he was doing her a favor. The woman had racked up 1,000 gnel in debt and was struggling to pay it off. Lex believed she was skimping on the payments and as such he wants her to serve as an example for those that thought they'd skimp the vicemen.

He was getting impatient and was looking for an opening, and after a rather long break, the viper finally caught his chance. The prey was heading out into the storage room, mostly looking for something that was running low and as an assassin in training, he tailed her. Looking about, he sipped his cocktail, looking to make sure no one was looking in his direction, and when the cost was clear he took it.

His footsteps were soft, as soft as he could make them anyway. Locking the door behind him, Dosan smiled, as he seized the woman's hair in his hand from behind while she was looking through the cupboards.
"You have been a rather naughty girl, cheating those you owe money to. Its rather rude to try and play someone, especially when they are better at the game than you"
he said in a low maniacal tone.

The woman begged for her life, saying the usual dribble, she won't ever do it again, she'd pay him back in full, yadayadayada. Dosan wasn't hearing any of it, it wasn't his job to hear any of it. Gripping the back of her with his left hand, and the bottom of her jaw with his right, he went to snap her neck. She struggled, one hell of a fight, but Dosan was determined to see this through.

"Shhhhhhh, come now, just let it happen."
he cued into her ear, her muffled screams increasing, only to be overshadowed by the audible snap. The next sound was that of a lifeless body thumping on the floor, along with a sigh of exhaustion as he put all the strength he could in that. Dosan couldn't help but chuckle at his handy work, and he slipped out of the storage room, just in the nick of time to rejoin the other guest, easily distracted by the new trinket and oddity the Lancastre's had brought out. 蛇

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Re: Murder Mystery

Sun Nov 11, 2018 4:32 am



”The art piece here? I do believe it’s been in the family for awhile.” Blue answered the guests as they all stared at a large painting of a beautiful woman in a velvet dress and bonnet. His guest were so interested in the timeline the picture was purchased, they had forgotten all about their impolite conversation about his mother. He predicted this would happen yet prayed to the gods that his assumption was not true. The conversation started off well, each guests boasting just as much as his family was doing that very break. Blue could not do such a thing since he had nothing in particular to boast about to them and that could have possibly led to the conversation.

His silence could’ve brought it about.

He had never been that good at carrying on a conversation he wasn’t interested in. The silence brought on made him feel...unpleasant. The blue man was not sure how it made his company felt but it obviously made them feel comfortable enough to speak of his mother. A cringe worthy moment that had made him point out the stupid painting in the first place.

He sipped his champagne and turned his back on his guest, pretending to admire the painting he had seen a million times. It was nothing special; a painting of his great great grandmother who he heard was a vain and illiterate woman even in her old age. There were a bunch of pictures of the old hag around the manor that he could cared less for like the one in front of him. However, Blue pretended to praise the picture and spoke highly of the colors to keep the two women accompanying him to speak of anything else but his mother.

”It is absolutely amazing how the artist portrayed her ivory skin perfectly. If you know anything about art, you know that is exceptionally rare.” He looked at the women and gave a polite smile. The two being just as clueless as he was during this discussion smiled back and praised the painting too. They spoke as much gibberish as he did. Blue had to take large sips of his drink to keep himself from laughing at their stupidity.

“Nev’alyne, my boy!”

A familiar voice called for him and it made his stomach turn. It was his father, the last person he wanted to see tonight.

Finishing his drink, he followed the sound of his father’s voice to find his father in the family lounge with the rest of the guests putting on airs like he always did.

Jason Lancastre has been bitter since his separation with his second wife; Blue’s mother. A bitter middle aged man who only took pleasure in playing the game of politics like the rest of Quacia. Jason was unhappy for sure yet he hid his unhappiness under a calm and collected face along with a charismatic attitude that could convince even cattle to agree to slaughter. In fact, that’s what he was doing right now in Blue’s eyes. Leading these poor nobles to his own slaughterhouse.

“I’m telling you Ryder, you must expand your business to Krome. Propose your idea there and—“

Blue’s father took notice of him immediately and almost always when this happens, Blue could feel his father’s hatred, his eyes burning a hole through him. Jason Lancastre was giving him a charming smile to say the less, an obvious stunt for the public—more or so the smile was not a genuine one he would often give to his discolored son for obvious reasons.”Nev’alyne, my boy.” His father pulled him closer and draped an arm over his shoulder.”Do me a favor. I sent Bryalla to the cellar for white wine, but Mr.Ryder has yet to try our red wine from Rynmere. Could you run to the cellar and tell her about the mix up?”

Blue was hesitant to answer his father before giving him a quick nod. This might have been the greatest demand his father has ever bestowed upon him. He was more than happy to leave the party for a more secluded part of the house. The cellar could be a great place to hide until dinner actually took place—the meeting and greeting part of the party was an absolute drag. But during dinner, Blue wouldn’t have to really talk to anyone except maybe Neville and Doesha. The two of them hardly spoke to him anyway, the most they would ever is something about passing the salt.

The halls were quiet and Blue was deep in thought at first. He just couldn’t stop thinking about his beloved Vri and the next time he would be able to see him. Blue wanted to tell him what he was doing with his gift— how he was putting it to use when those who were alive would soon parish.

The assassin almost slipped away from Blue. He caught a glimpse of him but hardly enough to identify him. It didn’t matter to him anyway. The man must’ve been lost or steered himself in the wrong direction.

”Excuse me sir, you are not permitted to come this far!” Blue didn’t know if he heard him. By the time he said anything, the man was gone.

He slipped into the cellar and while he did not see the servant, Blue barked orders to Bryalla. ”My father wants red wine, Bryalla. Not white. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

The cellar wasn’t the biggest but he was pretty sure it had enough wine to last the entire nobility class an entire season. There were rows and rows of large barrels and he was sure he could not possibly find the biqaj in that place. But then he finally did.

He found her lifeless body on the floor. She seemed to have been grabbing the wine at the time because even in her death, she held onto a pitcher full of wine.

Blue did not fear death but instead, he was intrigued by Bryalla’s lifeless body. He kneeled next to her and began taking off his gloves. Blue could’ve touched her too to see who the murderer was but as his fingers hovered over her body, he could hear another person entering the cellar. Causing him to panic, Blue hurried to put his glove back on and shout, ”get help! Bryalla is dead!”




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Re: Murder Mystery

Wed Nov 14, 2018 12:46 am

蛇 Vhalar 20th, 718 蛇
蛇 Mood: Delighted, Thrilled
蛇 Current Thought: Shhh, Let it Happen
蛇 Current Theme: Tsukimi


蛇 It was smooth sailing from there, as Dosan blended in with the guest, doing what any spy worth their salt did. He was mingling but not cause he cared for these pigs, no mostly cause he wanted to know all the sordid bits about the Lancastre House. He figured why not, he was already here and it would be a waste of a golden opportunity.

Behind polite smiles and respectable bows, Dosan's ears were wide open. Spacing out during conversation allowed for him to try an eavesdrop on others, but it would be clearly obvious to those in conversation with the viper he was not paying attention. He'd have to get better at it in time that was for sure.

As the night went on, Dosan was content with a job well done and was sure to leave. But things got much more interesting, as someone came to get help, apparently, a body had been found. Amidst the shock and panic, a quick smirk fell on his face. Wiping it from his face, he played the shocked party goer, dropping his glass as a woman fainted and lunged under her to break her fall.

Acting as support for the fallen aristocrat, Dosan called for something to fan her with, all the while wondering who could have found the body, and even more so if they had noticed him. If push came to shove he'd silence them too, but he hoped it would not come to that. He was trying to be more incognito than he normally was. 蛇

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