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Post by Krampusuke on Dec 6, 2017 16:41:25 GMT -5
A small store of some sort that appears to be selling a variety of knickknacks and other useless goods. There is a gachapon in the corner with a variety of colorful capsules stored in it.
You can also clearly see the corpse of the SHSL Butler, Mukizu Gonkuro.
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Post by Osatsu Kei on Dec 6, 2017 23:59:42 GMT -5
š§ --- There was a hint of something that stirred within the comedian at the sight of the butler's body, though aside from their dramatic reaction from earlier that some people might have seen, there was only a slight twitch of their brow that felt out of place from their usual look. Just because they were spooked by something just a few minutes ago, doesn't mean that they get to continue with their panicked state. If they didn't have their cryptic smile, who were they really? It was a part of them that they absolutely needed to maintain.
Besides, having that smile just felt right.
They kneel down besides the corpse, taking a good look at the corpse from a close first glance before they thengive a sweeping glance of the entire place, seeing if there are things that are out of place. Then looking around their peers, their eyes trailed from person to person before falling onto a familiar figure. They calmly call out to where the architect was, starting up at him. A chuckle rumbles from their throat.
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Post by Mukizu Gonkuro on Dec 7, 2017 0:28:59 GMT -5
Upon an examination of the corpse, Osatsu finds that there is a faint impression of a ring going all around Mukizu's neck. Additionally, there are some thin lacerations that can be found on the victimās body in the chest over the heart and lungs. The stab wounds seem to be done at a downward tilt. This is the only source of blood pooling from him.
On a precursory glance of the room, you perceive it's just cluttered with knick-knacks and that gachapon being as gigantic as ever. There's a black cloth on the ground though crumpled up. You feel as if you've seen it somewhere before, but unsure if it was lying on the Gift Shop's floor like that.
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Post by Ootani Yakumo on Dec 7, 2017 0:43:13 GMT -5
"Ah...."
It wasn't exactly queasiness that he was feeling, but there was the faint feeling of wanting to space out and pretend this wasn't happening.
But murder? Really?
...Well, It wasn't as if this sort of thing was unprompted. What with Krampusuke's offer of finding the mastermind and killing them. Eyebrows knitting together, the Architect was so close to spacing out while thinking on this, however-- A certain someone's voice caught his attention.
With a nervous chuckle, Ootani looks down at Osatsu, "Ah.., not really."
"But it wouldn't be a lie that I was very close to-- as you would say-- "astral projecting myself to a new dimension"," he replied with air quotes, before looking back at the body and frowning just a bit.
( Poor Mukizu-kun.... )
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Post by Osatsu Kei on Dec 7, 2017 1:27:20 GMT -5
š§ --- ...What did that even mean, Osatsu?
Either way, an amused chuckle did come from them at Ootani's usage of their own words as their eyes trail over to the side. In a casual manner, they propped one of their elbows onto their knee, proceeding to use their hand as something for their head to lean against. Their free hand trailed circles around their other knees with a finger in an idle mood, continuing to look over at the side. A brief pause, before they look back up at Ootani from where they were.
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Post by Ootani Yakumo on Dec 7, 2017 1:39:40 GMT -5
Inhale-- Exhale--
Osatsu was right, he needed to pay more attention to his surroundings. Though-- at least the comedian didn't really blame him for wanting to space out this time.
...And hey! He got them to chuckle! But he could think on that later, he had to reply to their inquiry first.
Raising an eyebrow, Ootani looked away from the body and back to Osatsu, "A fun adventure?"
That could either mean good news, or bad news. But, considering the entire class had to figure out this mystery..., he was going to think optimistically. Maybe that 'fun adventure' will hold some clues?
"I'm going to guess it includes us investigating, right? If so, sure, i'm in."
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Post by Osatsu Kei on Dec 8, 2017 4:17:23 GMT -5
š§ --- There's a pout that grows on Osatsu's face when Ootani hits the mark with his guess. Despite sounding as playfully disappointed as someone could be, they jump up to their feet without another word, as they do a light stretch with their arms. Then after that light stretch, as if expecting Ootani to follow along, they stroll right on outside of the gift shop, proceeding to follow the blood trail from the gift shop.
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Post by Isayama Yaya on Dec 8, 2017 11:40:50 GMT -5
"O-Oh dear-!"
Her hands raised to her mouth to block out a scream. Her eyes stared in horror as she looked at the body before her.
"Mukizu-san-!"
She had pushed her own fears away as she had rushed towards the fallen butler. She wasted no time as she sat down and held on to the boy's sholder, shaking him gently, but frantically as she had called his name again- hoping- praying that he been playing a joke.
"Mukizu-san!"
"Mukizu-san!"
A cruel joke it could have been, but a joke nonetheless.
"Mukizu-san!"
There been no response as she saw the boy simply limp his head back and forth. She had stopped then, as she had finally come to realizing the truth. He was dead- no more or less of a corpse now.
A part of her would be lying if she didn't say tears threatened to fall.
How cruel-to take a life away needlessly.
She clenched her fist and swallowed away the tears, she had taken a deep breath and sighed. Isayama had taken hold of both of the boys hands.
She had removed the gloves for a moment, looking inside and outside of them, before placing them on the boys lap. She had folded the butlers hands together and set them too on his lap, and gently, and carefully closed Mukizu's eyes.
She had taken a step back, clasping her hands together in a posture of a prayer.
Praying to whatever gods there were there, to give the butler peace in his afterlife.
With a shaky sigh, she had risen up and taken notice of the blood trail. With caution, she had looked closer to inspect the trail, before she made another step.
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Post by Mukizu Gonkuro on Dec 8, 2017 15:58:12 GMT -5
Removing Mukizu's gloves, Isayama notices that they're covered in old callouses but nothing particularly noteworthy for this case. However, something not picked up by sight but instead touch is alarming cause one can sense how his hands are still warm as if he were still alive; makes sense since he didn't die that long ago. The body has yet to go stiff either.
When she takes note of the blood trail, she observes how it's composed of rather small droplets that are somewhat spread apart. It leads her outside in a straight path to the SHSL Butler Research Lab.
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Post by Isayama Yaya on Dec 8, 2017 16:52:17 GMT -5
Nervously, Isayama had taken a few steps back to Mukizu, apologizing silently, she takes a gentle hand to his collar, pulling the fabric a bit lower. She takes a observation of the butler's neck, is there any distinguished marking pattern like a handprint?
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Post by Mukizu Gonkuro on Dec 8, 2017 17:01:56 GMT -5
There is nothing like a handprint but instead a very well-defined impression of a soft ring that wraps all around his entire neck.
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Post by Isayama Yaya on Dec 8, 2017 21:29:57 GMT -5
With a silent deep breath, Isayama carefully reaches inside the butler's coat and pants pockets.
After which, she would inspect the bloody wound on Mukizu's chest.
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Post by Mukizu Gonkuro on Dec 8, 2017 22:01:51 GMT -5
Isayama finds that the only belongings on the butler's person is his student ID. It seems undamaged. The stab wounds in Mukizu's chest are not very big, and they seem to be have been done at a downward angle. They're not incredibly deep. There is no more evidence to find in this room!
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Post by Marugou Madoka on Dec 9, 2017 7:14:30 GMT -5
It's been awhile since she ran so fast.
Madoka was, by nature, a lax girl who would take her time if circumstances permitted it. Given her current predicament, there wasn't much to do aside from investigating their supposed forever home and conversing with her fellow classmates. Quite honestly, Madoka still couldn't believe the situation they were in - a mutual killing game, sponsored by Hope's Peak, being televisioned worldwide? That sounded incredibly fishy, as there was absolutely no way that an outcry for such inhumanity wouldn't happen. Last time she checked, the majority of people weren't that bloodthirsty to wish death upon a handful of innocent teenagers.
(Or at least, she hoped her faith in humanity wasn't in vain.)
Regardless, Madoka had been on her guard constantly, because even though it would be fantastic to believe that no one here would be capable of murder, the detective knew better - even if her own detective work wasn't involved in murders and the likes. If pushed correctly, everyone was capable of the unspeakable - even herself. It was an undeniable truth. A sad truth, for sure, but not facing reality could prove to be fatal.
And it seemed like as if someone's button were pushed enough to fall to these heinous levels.
Madoka's body instantly stiffened when she heard the body announcement. Without missing a beat, she beckoned her current company with a flick of her hand to follow her, before putting all of her energy into her legs, so they could carry her to the gift shop as fast as possible. While doing so, Madoka was going through her head of who it could've been, even though it was a bit pointless to do so. So far, she only knew of four people - herself included - that weren't dead. So that left a whooping 12 students - a far too big number to make an accurate guess.
When she finally managed to get to the gift shop - a bit short of breath, no less -, Madoka froze.
At first, Madoka didn't want to believe what she saw, despite having mentally prepared herself for the worst. A little part of her mused that there was absolutely no way that it wouldn't have affected her, regardless of the amount of preperation she made or had - after all, they were talking about a dead body here. A teenager who still had so many years left in their life, but alas, another teenager deemed their life to be less worth than... whatever they were aiming for.
(Taking a shot to kill the mastermind accidentally? Actually considering to leave all of them behind here in order to escape on their own? Something else entirely?)
"... Mukizu...?"
Madoka's voice was quite, but it didn't betray the emotion that it conveyed. It was even more apparent when one would take a look at her face - eyes widened in disbelief, mouth slightly agape as her eyebrows were curled upwards. This was probably the first time for many to see her actually genuinly shocked and sad. After all, the detective was usually good at keeping a nonchalant face, though she was also prone to offer small smiles here and there. Maybe even a pout.
(Of all the people it could've been, why him?)
The detective closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before slowly exhaling it. She had to calm herself down - it wouldn't help anyone if she were to lose her shit. This might not be her field of detective work, but... her investigation skills would definitely help her out regardless. They needed to.
She pushed herself to go to Mukizu's side, kneeling right beside him as she surveyed him one more time without the intent of finding out any evidence - no, she surveyed him for the person he had been. Someone who would be dearly missed by her, at the very least.
Madoka didn't plan for the criminal to escape their punishment - she would make sure that they wouldn't get away scot-free.
"... G'night, Mukizu", Madoka whispered softly to the butler, patting his head gently as if to reassure a child to go to sleep in peace.
And then, she switched into business mode.
Muttering an apology to her friend, she began to check the stab wounds in his chest. How big and deep were they? Do the angles of the stab wounds tell her from where he could've been stabbed from, like from above, beneath or from the side? Could they match with a kitchen knife, at least roughly from the width of the wounds? Furthermore, she would take his gloves off and inspect his hands, in case other injuries might be hidden in there - she'll even roll up his sleeves for a bit to inspect his arms as well. When that's done and over, she would check his neck next. Pulling the collar down, what kind of wounds would she find? How deep were they, if there are any and how big/wide are they? And did he sustain any injuries on his head? If she were to feel his head, would she find a bump or anything of the likes?
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Post by Shimakage Seitaro on Dec 9, 2017 11:24:47 GMT -5
Shimakage shouldn't be surprised to find someone else in the gift shop. After all, this is the location of the body, and it makes sense that others would be poking around the area. He shouldn't be surprised, but he is. Or, perhaps it's just Marugou's presence, specifically, that catches him off-guard. Regardless, he pauses in the doorway, one hand wrapped around Yanagi's and the other clutching a throwing knife. (The surprise, however, doesn't translate onto his face.) He says 'Yanagi', but it's only Shimakage who squats in front of the body and pulls out the knife, holding it to Mukizu's chest. And then he slots the blade into one of the lacerations, attempting to see if it matches. For good measure, he probably makes an incision of his own on Mukizu's chest in order to compare it to the pre-existing ones, but only if you're okay with that, N!
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Post by Yanagi Tsuneo on Dec 9, 2017 11:30:44 GMT -5
Yanagiās used to being dragged around at this point. Blindly, he follows Shimakage, allowing his mind to wander and trying hard not to focus too much on remembering the body. Since finding it with Komatsuzaki, he hadnāt been back, tried not to think about it, because he didnāt want to.
Didnāt want to see Mukizuās glassy eyes staring at him.
Luckily, heās distracted by someone else in the roomāsomeone alive, someone breathing, and Yanagiās face breaks into a small smile.
āMadoka-chan, hi. Are, uh, you okay?ā
Even as he asks that, though, he quietly follows Shimakage to the body, peering at what heās doing with a quiet, curious eye, tentative and still trying to ignore the fact that he knew whoever used to be in that body.
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Post by Mukizu Gonkuro on Dec 9, 2017 12:41:13 GMT -5
Marugou's inspection of the body yields the following results: the lacerations on Mukizu's chest are not extremely deep and they're comparable to a kitchen knife but not quite. The downward angle of the wounds suggests that he was struck from above.
On the matter of knife business, all three will observe that when Shimakage attempts to slot the knife into one of the cuts, it's a perfect match so long as the angle is matched still. The new wound Shimakage creates is similar to the others.
An inspection of his hands only uncover callouses but they're all old, surely irrelevant to the case. They're warm though, as is the rest of his body considering how shortly ago he died.
His neck does not have any wounds but instead a faint impression of some kind of ring going around and pressing into his skin. It circles around his entire neck. The width of such an impression would be smaller than the width of Marugou's hand but it's not incredibly thin either.
No injuries can be found on the butler's head.
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Post by Marugou Madoka on Dec 9, 2017 13:16:29 GMT -5
As she heard footsteps approaching her, Madoka took a moment to glance back to see who it was - and her face was unreadable when she saw Shimakage entering the gift shop. Not even a second after, Yanagi was also dragged into the room and to him, she offered a nod and the faintest of smiles. The detective didn't know why the latter seemed to be so close to Shimakage, but it wasn't her place to question his choices.
"As okay as you can expect me to be. Still, thanks for asking", she responded to Yanagi's inquiry, before Shimakage just had to go ahead and do something that... Madoka couldn't really condone. She could certainly see his reasoning behind his doing, but adding another wound to the poor butler, despite the fact that one could've easily seen that both knife and wound matched perfectly? That was just flat out tasteless.
And it showed on her face.
"... No respect for the death, huh? Didn't believe my opinion on you could be any lower", she remarked with a flat tone, before minding her own business and looking around what else could be found in the gift shop. Was something lying around? If so, she would pick it up and inspect it. Otherwise, she'd slowly start following the trail of blood - but not without making a note of how much blood was spilled. Was it much or barely anything?
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Post by Mukizu Gonkuro on Dec 9, 2017 13:20:04 GMT -5
On the floor a decent ways away from the corpse is a black piece of cloth that is untidily just there. Maybe it was dropped? Regardless, you feel as if you've seen this before: at the very least, it wasn't on the ground like this before today.
The trail of blood is in a straight line and composed of rather small droplets that are somewhat far apart. They lead into the hallway and to the SHSL Butler Research Lab.
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Post by Marugou Madoka on Dec 9, 2017 13:24:14 GMT -5
Before going on her merry way for good, Madoka turned around one last time to address Yanagi and Shimakage - which turned out to be a simple "Later", with a small handwave more directed at the former than the latter. And there she goes, off to continue with her investigations.
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