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Post by Krampusuke on Dec 6, 2017 16:43:37 GMT -5
A long room that seems to have come straight out of a Victorian manor. Expensive furniture fills the room from the posh dining table to the expensive portrait of a traditional looking Japanese man to the elaborately carved dresser to even the intimidating bookshelves filled with volumes upon volumesβ none of which actually have any descriptive cover or title. The items that look a little out of place is the row of washing machines and dryers which seem to be the only place you can clean your clothes with. A variety of cleaning supplies can be found here amongst various other inventory that can be found within a stack of suitcases.
Upon walking up to the lab you notice a trail of something that appeared to be leading from the Gift Shop straight to the entrance to the lab.
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Post by Ootani Yakumo on Dec 8, 2017 14:31:27 GMT -5
It didn't take long for the duo to make it to the end of the blood trail, and thus, it didn't take long for them to reach the Butler's Research Lab.
"So this is where the trail ends in, huh? Wonder if he was dragged to the gift store from here..."
Getting out his ID card, he takes a look at the X-file, studying the situation before placing it back into his pocket. Upon doing so, Ootani looks around the room, seeing if there's anything out of place aside from the row of washing machines and dryers.
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Post by Mukizu Gonkuro on Dec 8, 2017 16:00:56 GMT -5
As for the obvious, on the floor of the research lab is an extremely small blood splatter that has stretched out satellites. It's likely done at a high velocity. Not too far away from it is a throwing knife whose blade is dipped in blood.
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Post by Osatsu Kei on Dec 8, 2017 20:19:41 GMT -5
π§ --- There's a simple sigh that comes from Osatsu when they and Ootani first walk into the Butler Research Lab, stopping abruptly after noticing blood on the ground. Then they carefully maneuver themself to step around the satellites of blood. As if they suddenly remembered something they needed to do, they go over to the washing machines and dryers and takes a look in all of them. All of them.
--- π§
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Post by Mukizu Gonkuro on Dec 8, 2017 20:20:52 GMT -5
Osatsu finds in one of the washing machines is a dark blue school uniform top. Itβs been washed recently and is still damp and heavy as a result. Huh. Doesn't this look familiar. Doesn't it.
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Post by Osatsu Kei on Dec 8, 2017 20:27:06 GMT -5
π§ --- Motionless, they continue to hold the dark blue uniform in their hands. --- π§
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Post by Ootani Yakumo on Dec 8, 2017 22:24:23 GMT -5
"......"
Ootani eyes the throwing knife, raising an eyebrow. Well, he's fairly certain that's the murder weapon. Reaching into the same pocket as the ID-- he brings out the notepad he won from the gachapon, quickly doodling the knife onto the random page. After he finishes taking note of it, he looks up--
Only to see Osatsu looking through the washing machines and dryers?
"...........?"
He watches the comedian look through the machines, raising his eyebrow ONCE MORE when they pull out a dark blue school uniform. After a moment of silence, he makes his way over.
"Uh-- Are you doing alright there, Osatsu-san???"
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Post by Isayama Yaya on Dec 8, 2017 22:47:27 GMT -5
Feeling slightly guilty- for investigating Mukizu the way she had; Isayama makes a hesitant leave from the gift shop, and scoots on over to the butler room.
Isayama had taken a silent deep breath as she had made her way inside the room. Her face been full of surprise when she seen Ootani and Osatsu together in the room.
"Ah- sorry if I am interrupting..."
She had bowed in apology.Isayama then had walked carefully towards the two, eventually standing right next to Osatsu- and that dark blue uniformed that seems familiar.
She takes a glance at the damp clothing, looking to see if any loose strand of thead appears, or if anything seems newly stitched. However- she refrains from touching the uniform as it remains in Osatsu's hands.
With a gentle expression, she begins- directly giving her attention towards both students.
"Um... Osatsu-san, Ootani-san... may I ask if you two found anything important- or something to take note of.. In this room?"
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Post by Osatsu Kei on Dec 8, 2017 23:04:02 GMT -5
π§ --- At the sound of the architect's voice, Osatsu seems to snap out of whatever trance that they entered at seeing the dark blue uniform, and they let out an amused 'heh' at realizing the reality of the situation. Ah, this was... interesting, wasn't it. But then Isayama made her appearance, and Osatsu sharply breathes in, with a notable crease starting to form in between their brow. It wasn't as if they had anything to hide (or did they) from everyone, but the sudden interruption threw their thoughts for a loop. Aside from the crease in their brow, their expression remains the same, and they simply turn their gaze over to the shrine maiden. A surprisingly dark chuckle comes after that sentence, for some odd reason.
--- π§
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Post by Ootani Yakumo on Dec 9, 2017 1:02:06 GMT -5
"Ah, Isayama-san! Hello."
Ootani waves his left hand, smiling at Isayama before he looks back at Osatsu, frowning just a smidge at the comedian's shift in facial expression.
Patting Osatsu on the shoulder, he takes out his notepad, "I think you should put it in the dryer, you wouldn't want to get mildew in your drawers because of how wet it is, do you?"
Opening the notepad, he holds it up for Isayama to see the current note-- a doodle of the bloodied throwing knife.
"There only seems to be the possible murder weapon right now, but I feel like there's possibly more evidence in this room."
He pauses for a moment, before looking between the comedian and the shrine maiden.
"....Hey, maybe we could work together on finding clues? Well-- if it's not too much trouble, Isayama-san." There seemed to be a silent question as to whether Osatsu minded based on how Ootani looked at them from the corner of his eye for a quick second.
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Post by Krampusuke on Dec 9, 2017 1:05:35 GMT -5
Krampusuke appears.
"Hey! Hey! Absolutely do not move those clothes to the dryer! That's tampering with potential evidence, don't you know? And I will absolutely not stand for that."
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Post by Mukizu Gonkuro on Dec 9, 2017 1:11:13 GMT -5
Ahem. While Krampusuke is scolding you all, Isayama's inspection of the damp clothing ( which, when put in front of Osatsu, clearly looks like their own attire ) reveals no loose strands of thread or new stitches from what she can see.
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Post by Osatsu Kei on Dec 9, 2017 1:16:55 GMT -5
π§ --- It was one thing after another that somewhat got to Osatsu, and so when Krampsuke appeared, there's a chuckle that comes from the comedian. Without turning to face him, they shoot back a response to the mascot, despite how they should be responding back to well, everything before Krampsuke appearance. There's a shrug from Osatsu, before they simply let go of it, and let the dark blue uniform plop right back into the washer. A pause. For a hot good second, both the narrator and Osatsu forgot what Krampsuke was named while writing this. --- π§
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Post by Krampusuke on Dec 9, 2017 1:18:40 GMT -5
Krampusuke still remains in the room.
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Post by Osatsu Kei on Dec 9, 2017 1:20:38 GMT -5
π§ --- At Krampsuke's insistence on staying in the room and watching over there, Osatsu went through a series of emotions that could only be summarized in one image: --- π§
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Post by Isayama Yaya on Dec 9, 2017 1:40:07 GMT -5
Isayama had given Osatsu a nervous smile as she had replied to their former question first, before the latter.
"Well- I can certainly say my day has gone similarly- but in a quite different way."
She gave a small nervous laugh- seeming to fade out as she coughed onced and tried to straighten herself out.
"So- those are your clothes Osatsu-san? Forgive me, I did not notice at first. By any chance would you know why they are in here?"
The curiosity in her voice been obvious- nothing even remotely accusing. It was almost as if a child were asking an adult on why something worked as it did.
Then Ootani had spoken in reply, and Isayama had risen a hand to her mouth in slight horror as she seen the doodle he had shown her.
How horrible- for such a thing to happen.
She had sighed heavily- but then looked up quickly as Ootani had suggested a form of teamwork between all three of the students.
Her smile had brightened a bit more- happy for the butler offer.
Her voice replied gently, but happily.
"No- no, no trouble at all. I would be happy to join you in finding clues- after all two heads are better then one. Or perhaps three in our case."
She given a genuine chuckle.
Her gaze drifted to Osatsu, not wanting to leave them out on the decision.
"If it is- alright with you Osatsu-san."
Then Krampusuke had appeared.
"Oh my-"
She voiced her surprise, but quickly gone back to her normal posture.
"Is drying our clothes truly a form of tampering with evidence...? Dear me. How harsh."
Isayama your priorities right now are in the wwwrrrronnnng place.
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Post by Ootani Yakumo on Dec 9, 2017 1:45:49 GMT -5
......
The temptation to grab the uniform and throw it into the dryer rises.
However, Ootani decides to ignore that temptation, opting to walk over to the stack of suitcases in order to look through them.
"We might as well start our search right now then, Isayama-san, Osatsu-san. These clues aren't going to find themselves!"
Once he's near the stack, he grabs two random suitcases-- opening them one after the other. Does he find anything?
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Post by Mukizu Gonkuro on Dec 9, 2017 1:53:26 GMT -5
For the most part, the suitcases are pretty normal but one seems odd. There's a suitcase that has eight slots for putting throwing knives in, and three of them still remain. From his post as a kitchen guard, four throwing knives like this were in the chest in the kitchen, and they all look just like clean versions of the bloody knife he had sketched.
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Post by Osatsu Kei on Dec 9, 2017 1:55:00 GMT -5
π§ --- Hearing the other two speak snapped them out from fooling around anymore, and they diverted their attention to Isayama to address the questions she had asked before-- just because they felt that they owed her that much at least. They trail off for a second before grimacing, pinching at the bridge of their nose as if they've realized something really important. (Things started to make sense, at least.)
Quickly, they shrug their shoulders in a casual way, holding their hands to the side with their palms up in the air. They say, as they make their way over to where Ootani was and just watches what he does. You know, being useless as... someone could be. Let's Have Everyone Else Do The Investigating. --- π§
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Post by Isayama Yaya on Dec 9, 2017 2:14:06 GMT -5
Isayama just nods to the explanation Osatsu gives. With a gentle smile, she replies in kind.
"Alright then- I shall be looking forward to hearing about the rest of your cooking adventures when you are ready to share them."
She just accepts it.
What kind of person are you Isayama?
But otherwise- she follows suit with Osatsu, but instead of standing around like a wandering child- she too grabs a random suitcase and starts looking in it.
You know she's probably going to regret this too- one day. Along with trying to pick pocket evidence off a dead kid's pockets.
But for now she will just do what she can and help her peers. Even with a growing discomfort in her heart.
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