WEEK 3 INVESTIGATION

[killerwaves]

INVESTIGATION

Good morning, sunshines, sungems, and wild partiers of the night! No matter what kind of night you had, you'll find yourself awakening to an energetic tune blasting out from the island speaker system, one that more than a few of you will recognize -- you won't be able to escape it, but why would you want to?

Music is a great way to start your day, and surely, this is a great omen for Fridays at this resort. There's at least one reason to get up dancing, as the wings of the warp phenomenon have vanished with the morning mist and the sea breeze; Kingfisher's Retreat boasts a beautiful, uninterrupted waterfall that reflects the morning sun once more, and the waves at Sungem's Peak are largely peaceful. Even the customary burst of sound and pressure was a little mollified by the addition of the new soundtrack. You know what that means by now, but hopefully the music will add a pep in your step.

(( OOC: Welcome to your second investigation, we hope everyone is enjoying their DD refreshes ☆ ))

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[killerwaves]

[The trail of destruction and blood leads, eventually, to the go-kart track.

Which, frankly, looks like it's been struck by a(nother) localized hurricane. There's large chunks of asphalt missing -- torn up, if you look closer, since the uprooted pieces are scattered like monoliths over the track, menacing somehow combined with this specific morning and the cheery tune that brought it.

There's still traces of blood, though it may have slowed to a trickle given how hard it is to follow by now.

There's also something that's neither blood nor asphalt nor even a palm tree lying on the tracks, twisted and pointing at the sky like a jagged finger reaching for the heavens.]

[dancing_flames]

[Hey is it too late to go back into the arcade and pretend to be asleep--

But no, he's here, so he's going to go over to that strange something to see exactly what it is. Prepared to initiate any explosions as necessary, of course, because he is more than a bit concerned about the sheer amount of chaos in this area...]

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[killerwaves]

[Given the sheer destruction wreaked on the asphalt, the haphazard ways in which everything including the trees and the sand and other geographical features were flung about -- perhaps it's not surprising to find this here.

What was once a whimsical metal frame meant for play and leisure, painted in bright colors, is now twisted and smashed beyond recognition like someone took the soda can approach to recycling an entire vehicle. It's barely even recognizable as a kart anymore, never mind being functional. Parts of it look almost like they were ripped off...

There's nothing left to fight here, but we can confirm that the go-kart is dead.]

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[killerwaves]

[However, there is something else underneath it -- aside from the blood he followed here, of course -- like a monster under the bed or like something that crawled up from the depths of the earth that's been turned up and heaved in all directions.

Maybe he should take a closer look...]

[dancing_flames]

[You know what, fine, this is just his life now, he's going to do this.

What's under the Go-Kart?]

[killerwaves]

[He may have to get under there a bit, all things considered, and watch your head with the cart in addition to everything around it...

But he'll finally be able to discern the outline of the thing in the gloom, buried in a tomb of wrecked metal and asphalt -- the messy splay of limbs, someone on their back, transfixed to the track and yet unable to look at the sky ever again even if there was anybody left behind those eyes. Their outfit is incongruously festive, rather like the go-kart and the soundtrack once were.

But here and now, there's just the silence and shadows that followed this man in life. And blood, of course, seeped into the ground and watering nothing at all.

Vergilius is dead.]

[dancing_flames]

[Shuda's seen a lot of death in his life. It's just a part of the business as a former bounty hunter turned Demon Cars top general. Kill or be killed-- that's how things work in his world.

He's no stranger to dead bodies - or to being the one responsible for them. But this? There's a lump in his chest that presses hard against his ribs, and it's a long moment before he realizes that he's forgotten to breathe.

Wordlessly, he kneels down to close those red eyes gently. It's the least he can do.]