Week 2 - April 13th

[cartesio]

Week 2: Investigation

The Sergeant's deadline is tonight. An offer to get in contact with people you know, yet also a threat. Given how fed up he was, it's unlikely he's joking about the kind of cruelty he's willing to go through for the sake of getting what he wants.

That's why it may not be so surprising that, early in Friday morning, there's this air of tension, despite the bright sun in the sky. It doesn't help that a firetruck and a couple patrolcars race through the streets, passing in front of the motel and going west. The reason why is clear after a single glance:

There's a thick column of black smoke emanating from somewhere inside the Junkyard.

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[cartesio]

[ The man with the hose gasps, and suddenly they're all scrambling. Shouting to one another, and within seconds a steady stream of water drenches the burning car, until the fire is out. ]

[pursuitofdeath]

[Oh cool. Now he can try to open the door without adding to his bandage problem.]

[odasaku]

[ and oda's also going to look because god he hates himself. ]

[doublelammy]

[+1 small child to the body viewing show]

[pursuitofdeath]

[The family that views bodies together-- is at least alive to stay together this long.]

[robitussin]

[it’s a party!!]

[carbide]

[And +1 sheet weirdo. She was trying to look before, she's not gonna stop now.]

[cartesio]

[ It's still definitely a little toasty, but you can open it well enough.

Once you do, the hazy figure inside the car's a lot easier to see, as he's lying across the front seats. Like someone laid down without any care to take a nap, in the worst place possible. However, damp with both some kind of liquid and blood around the abdomen, it's easy to see, something a lot more sinister happened here.

And a lot more fatal. Face caught in an expression of pain, the man's head tips as the door opens, to look Dazai right in the eye.

Moloch von Zinzer is dead. ]

[doublelammy]

[. . .]

Welp. That sure is a dead body.

[Nailed it!]

[robitussin]

...Thank you, Millium. You are a treasure as always.

[carbide]

A corpse, as they're often called.

[olympia...]

[yonosoymaria]

He did have a name, miss.

[He should have just stayed shut up in his room, but no, he dragged himself out here after all, and arrived just in time to hear THAT.]

[snideper]

[from way in the back—jesus christ when did she get here]

Ugh! Finally!

[clarisse someone has DIED]

[pursuitofdeath]

Ah--

[How unfortunate.]

Seems we have a case on our hands.

[protectandselfserve]

Ah... that’s a little much for some maintenance gone wrong.

[relieable]

[holy shit, dudes. he starts taking several steps back. all he can think about is the conversation they had... about his brothers]

[odasaku]

[ well, at least oda isn't completely ruined by this finding, but he still looks like he's a bit troubled.

but it's fine. this is fine. he's fine. ]

[pursuitofdeath]

Oda~saku.

[Don't zone out on him now.]

Don't forget you're my partner. I won't forgive you if you slack off on me.

[Trying to keep it light despite the fact that they both know-- this is very serious.]

...we need to investigate.

[prayerwheel]

[ Oh fuck.

Not like she's not used to seeing bodies, that's what fighting a war makes you grow used to, but this seems...cruel. ]

...gods, someone wasn't taking any chances, here.

[silvertongueheir]

Arceus damn it. [Franciscus suspected it might be him when he realized something was happening in the junkyard.]

[carbide]

......

[Well, that was strange.]

Was that not what you came here to do?

[relieable]

[don't get too close]

Why were they just standing around, staring? [this is insane. he's trying to see inside the car now]

[carbide]

They must lack initiative. Maybe their commander isn't here.

[??????????]

[icariot]

[Hawks will come closer, keeping as many of the people in view as possible at once. Is there anything the smoke blocked before that he can see now?]

[cartesio]

[ Besides the body inside the car, the smoke doesn't seem to have particularly obscured anything. ]