vatheon | Life's no fun without a good scare

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Life's no fun without a good scare

It starts some time around 3am, Tuesday morning. Thin whispers of fog start appearing all throughout Vatheon, creeping through the narrow, winding streets, up the steps, and over the park. It starts in the lower district, but as the night progresses and daylight approaches, it spreads to the other districts as well, growing thicker and thicker as it does. By the morning rolls around, the mist is thick enough that visibility has been compromised greatly, and the temperature seems to have dropped a few degrees, an odd chill filling the air.

And on the walls, there are stains.

They are infrequent at first, just a odd ruddy brown smear and a oddly bright red drop here and there, but the closer to the Plaza, the more numerous they become. There is a large smear across the steps leading up to the Plaza, as if something big was dragged up them. In one place the blood -- for it is blood, there is no deny it at this point -- pools thickly as if whoever was responsible took a casual break there, leaving the poor victim to bleed out on the steps.

On the plaza, the mist is thinner, but that is no relief. Rather, it just functions to make the gruesome scene all the more clearer.

A woman is draped upside down on the coral. Or, well, woman. It was once a woman, certainly, but now it is nothing more than something straight out of a nightmare. The flesh seems to have been torn carelessly from her limbs here and there, showing the white gleam of her bones, her nurse outfit torn as if raked apart by giant claws and her head...

well, it isn't there anymore.

The ground in front of her is smeared with blood as well. But where the previous smears had been accidental, these are deliberate, long lines curving and meeting to spell out

hel pm e

But no help had been forthcoming, clearly. No, it seems that this murder, this brutal murder, was nothing more than a game to whoever did it. The walls of the buildings surrounding the plaza are coated in bloody, spelling out a long string of mocking 'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA's and directly in the center, behind the coral.

Who is next?

The notice board seems to have been hit too. The killer did not tear down any of the notices on the board already, but they did cover the entire board with blood-stained sheets of paper, each adorned with the same text over and over and over again.

Chop chop, sweet Charlotte Chop chop till she's dead Chop chop, sweet Charlotte Chop off her hand and head.

For those brave enough to check, no, the poor girl still has both her hands. Was the killer just sloppy, or does this mean this is not Charlotte? So many unanswered questions, more born every passing moment.

Who had done this? Why? Where they going to strike again? And why had nobody heard anything?

[ooc note: Consider this your mingle log. Have fun, go forth, threadjack.

And as a further note, the fog does not seem to be clearing up as the week goes on.

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[He quickly puts up his hands and keeps his head facing Darkleer, horns extending infront and behind his body's current facing position.]

Dangit, sorry, sorry. I didn't hit y-you right?

[Ugh, he hates making those mistakes, it rarely happens anymore, damnit; he's not an inexperienced nymph any longer...]

Oh, I am perfectly fine. Please do not worry.

[Almost casually, he shrugs.]

Blows that rely on blunt impact would not do much against me at any rate. It would have been my fault anyway.

[A bullish snort, turning his head, tilting it this time so his horn goes up and over the other troll, backing up a bit so it doesn't sit in front of Darkleer's view.]

Uh, yeah, and I guess hitting rock like you with them would leave my head ringing. But I think I can handle it. [A smirk.]

Please do not test that theory of yours.

[Sigh!]

So. Anything else you noticed about this little gory event?

I have other horn play in mind, I can assure you.

And as for this.

[He looks back.]

Too much blood.

Quite. I have done a bit of research in my time here, and I am not certain they should have so much.

[Crossing his arms, Darkleer looks over the scene again, slowly.]

...It would be easy to say that this is the doing of a certain subjugglator.

[Would be. But he has his doubts.]

Yeah, 'research'. More like experience on my part. [A sigh, putting both his hands neatly under his chin as he gazes at the scene. Soon he closes his eyes and starts to speak again.]

Who ever did it has the strength to do it easily, tore the head clean off, no cuts. I doubt it was Chucklefuck though, could be, but I doubt it. He'd be proud of his work and not a honk in sight. Too pompous to not mark his work if he's dumb enough to kill again, under our conditions.

I'm mostly wondering about the first message. "Help me." The spacing of it leads me to think it's meant to be taken differently, or uh, is part of another message. "He'll, P-M, E, might be missing letters, or uh, abbreviations, um, something similar. P-M could be an abbreviation is anything.

[A shrug of his shoulders.]

To assume it was the indick feels like an easy out, be nice, but I highly doubt it. And for him to kill and not get a single drop of indigo anywhere? Not likely either. This is all human blood, that's it.

Whoever has done this must have quite a bit of experience, however. Look at the decapitation.

[He points over at the corpse's throat.]

It's very clean as far as a decapitation goes. Whoever did this knows how to handle a blade and the strength for it. It's possible that they could have used a machine, but there's no sign one was in the area at any point. Although I don't like it... It's too clean a cut.

[Lowering his hand down to his hip, he narrows his eyes behind his glasses.]

And those claw marks...

No blade. The head was ripped off, at least it seems to have been.

[Summoner sighs, hands to his knees and pushes on them, standing up. He gets closer and points, glancing back at Darkleer with a rather grave and serious expression.]

It wasn't cut at all. Who ever did this had the strength to just rip the head from the body. The amount of blood covers up how grizzly the action was, but this was done only by hands, not weapon.

That truly eases my worries.

[This whole thing puts him on edge, and he can only think of how much, in times like these, he could truly loathe Vatheon. Stepping closer, he brushes his hand against Summoner's.]

May I ask something?

Hm?

Until this entire matter is settled, would you consider staying with the boys and I?

[Hastily, he continues-]

That is not to say I believe you incapable of defending yourself if need be or making sound decisions. I... would simply find my mind more at ease, then.

Uh....

[A side glance.]

I think I would prefer not... but, um, if you insist and they're both okay with it...

Gamzee has already stated that any are welcome at any time, and Equius is generally willing to follow if the two of us are insistent on it.

I just... [Exhale. Taking off his glasses, he begins to fiddle with them, head ducked down and brow drawn together.] I suppose I am a bit of a worrier.

[A smirk moving a hand over to roll his thumb over Darkleer's cheek.]

Ah, no need. Besides, if someone does manage to down me, I'll be back in no time.

That doesn't mean you should treat this so carelessly!

[His head snaps up at those words, eyes wild with a possessive need and a blatant worry.]

This place may bring us back to life should we die, but what if there are consequences and we simply do not know of them? Not to mention it will still be harming you, blast it.

If there were consequences I think we'd know about them by now? Also, we already know we at least get one spare life, so I'm good. [His tone is rather playful despite his actual feelings on the matter. Being revived like that... made it seem like life wasn't worth as much. But it was better not to bring up that opinion, not a very bright subject, so he keeps the smile and carefree attitude.]

You'll worry yourself silly, Tink. [A shake of the head and eye roll.]

Not that you aren't already being silly.

[Silly. He's just being silly. Trying to think of his matesprit's safety and suspecting that there is so much more to this place than they've seen, which everyone darn well knows there is due to the scientists, but, no, he's just silly and easy to dismiss and-]

[Darkleer jerks away from Summoner and shoves his glasses back into their proper place before striding way.]

Do as you wish.

[And now he's just perplexed and kinda miffed. He said he'd stay over, that's what he wanted right? Now Summoner was just put off, staying where he was, watching Darkleer stalk off with an expression of confusion and annoyance on his face.]

[Some respect would be nice too, admittedly. Not feeling dismissed because his concerns are 'silly'. He's noticed that Vatheon is getting more dangerous with both the individuals who pass through it and the city itself. Why shouldn't he be worried?]

[But no, fine, he'll just go and brood. It is his favorite past time.]

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