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Post by LadyEvatrice on Mar 20, 2017 0:48:04 GMT
Day 2 of the Celebration on Ayashima arrived, but six who were present the previous day were nowhere to be found. A storage shed outside of the mansion had a magical circle drawn on the front of it, written in red paint, or what was assumed to be red paint. In front of the shed was a letter in an envelope bearing the emblem of the Golden Witch, and the contents read "Greetings, Ayashima guests. I'm the Golden Witch Eli, and I've chosen this island as the place to perform my resurrection ceremony. If you do not solve the mystery of my epitaph, then all of you shall suffer the fate listed in the epitaph. Good luck, and be grateful that I did not choose you this time around. ~Eli the Golden."
Inside the shed lay the bodies of six people, five with their faces brutally torn off and leaving red stains on the floor of the shed. The final person only had half of their face destroyed. In order, the deceased are the master of Ayashima, Yurri Kishin; Nagisa Shingetsu-Hoshijo's mother, Shizuka Hoshijo; the head chef, Akihiko Sukuna; one of the elder maids, Frederica Kitsure; Yurri Kishin's only son, Angelo Kishin; and lastly but not least, the furniture Mone lay in the shed with half her face destroyed, but with what could be construed as a smile on the rest of her face.
In addition to the corpses, on the doors to the rooms of the three detectives on the island, there appear to be claw marks or scratch marks all in some sort of red color on the door.
The First Twilight has commenced.
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Post by gillianquigley on Mar 20, 2017 0:51:04 GMT
[Is this an open thread?]
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Post by LadyEvatrice on Mar 20, 2017 5:35:39 GMT
[It is. I forgot to add that part.]
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Post by gillianquigley on Mar 21, 2017 1:45:11 GMT
Yousoro was having another one of her curiosity fits again. There was still more to the island that she hadn't explored yet. It was the second day of being on Ayashima, and everyone seemed so friendly to her. There were a few people that she had made really close connections to. Hanon, Mone, and Veronica were like the big sisters that she had never had. JD seemed friendly enough, although the first impression was really unimpressive. Amane had a very mysterious vibe. The girl called Hanapana seemed nice enough, although she was a little shy.
"Come on, Yousoro-chan!" she was being pulled along the field by her servant friend. "We have to go find Mone-chan!"
"I--I-I-I-I don't know, Hanon-chan... she's been gone a while. Maybe she wants privacy?" You blushed as they quickly approached the shed. She noticed the magical red circle in front of the door. With her curiosity getting the better of her, she opened the door and ran back into the mansion.
"What's the matter, Yousoro?" Hanon called after her friend who was already far away from the shed. Taking a peek inside the shed, she screamed as she saw the six corpses. One of them being her "big sister" figure. What made it scarier was that another purple haired girl was in there, staring at the cadavers.
"I'm so sorry, Hanon-san!" she squeaked and hid in the corner. "I should be going, shouldn't I?"
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Post by LadyEvatrice on Mar 25, 2017 1:53:53 GMT
After an eventful day of surviving another fall from a boat and washing up someplace, Ryouko woke from a restful sleep, clutching a pendant with a scorpion on it that some maid with purple hair had given her before. The amateur detective dressed herself and as she looked back at her door, she was amused to see red marks on her door as well as the duct tape on her door torn from when she had just opened the door. Ryouko overheard a conversation of people trying to find some girl, and Ryouko's detective senses perked up. "Finally, something to do with me... my little gray cells are tingling, Lady Kyouko," she whispered to herself, licking her lips. She passed by a girl clutching a particularly familiar manga novel in her hands-she'd have to investigate that later, she decided-and followed her instincts to a scream. She merrily skipped over, unfettered by the corpses in the shed. "Would you care to excuse me as I get a look at the crime scene, everyone?" she asked, not disguising her excitement. "Everywhere I go, bodies drop, it seems."
Hanayo clutched her copy of one of her favorite manga series to her chest, equally scared but intrigued by the scream she had heard from the doorway. One of her favorite authors, Tengoku-sensei, always encouraged people to keep thinking and investigate, but a dreadful pit rested in her stomach-not from breakfast-that she couldn't shake. "S-somebody.... help me..." she squeaked.
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Post by Cry on Mar 30, 2017 16:28:26 GMT
After waking up on the floor, a duster laced with cobwebs resting in her hand, Cry groaned at the sound of people congregating and talking outside of her door. Usually, she would have taken the bed, but the room they had given her was actually rather dirty, so she decided to do some cleaning. "Must've dropped to the floor and just konked out," she muttered to herself. Due to her bad habit of eavesdropping, she was able to make out some of the words from outside of her door. At first, the young brunette was utterly uninterested, simply continuing to dress herself in some newer clothes for the day- At least, until she heard the words 'girl', 'missing', and 'blood'. Her heart skipped a beat, Cry whirling around, her eyes wide. "What...?" Whispering curses to herself, she prayed that it wasn't true, the brunette getting dressed much more hastily than before. Once she was done, she busted out of her given room, though the people were gone. Trying to remember where they had said they were going to check, she looked up in thought, only being able to come up with the word 'Shed'. But where was this shed? "... Was it that one building in the trees...?" The earlier day, she had come across a big garage-type building while exploring. Figuring this was her only lead, she headed towards the place. However, as soon as she set foot outside, she could tell something was off. Nonetheless, she continued her trek to the building, only to start running as soon as she saw people gathering around it. Her heart was pounding in her chest at this point, begging that she wasn't going to find what she thought she was going to. But, begging didn't bring her anything, as when she came upon the scene, she saw the battered, bloody bodies. She didn't even need to count. "... Six?," she asked out loud, the blood draining from her face as her eyes frantically searched for a certain blond male. Thankfully, he wasn't among the bunch, but... The sight of this type of gore made her adrenaline skyrocket. It wasn't until a couple of moments after looking at the bodies was she aware of another person, a redhead girl, in there with her. "Ah... Don't touch the bodies," she blurted, raising her hand, until something caught her eye. One of the bodies was... Different. Only half of her face was mutilated, the other half left alone. Slowly creeping over, she kneeled down to inspect the purple haired girl, furrowing her brows. "Wasn't this one of the servants?"
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Post by gillianquigley on Apr 7, 2017 23:34:38 GMT
Yousoro slammed the door, still being horrified from all of the bodies in the shed. Why was it when her father had set course for this island, the scent of death lingered in the salty ocean air? Some tears streamed down her face, but she quickly dried them with her arm. You noticed something- or someone- in the corner of her eye. This person was clutching a book to her chest and she looked as afraid as she was. "Excuse me?" the brunette approached the other person, "Are you okay?" Upon further noticing, the person that came to mind was the Hanapana that she'd seen before.
Meanwhile, Mikan shuddered as she heard a voice scold her. She was at first unaware of whom the voice belonged to, for a few other women were in the room with her. One with deep red hair and two brunettes; one brunette was lighter and looked really young. Almost about as young as the girl who ran out just a few seconds ago. "I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-I'm sorry," she apologized to both, "but I need to see theses bodies..." The purple-haired girl crawled out and cradled one of the corpse's heads in her lap and thoroughly examined the scene. It looked as if their faces were bludgeoned by a weed whacker or the butt of a rifle. But it couldn't have been, for there was no trace of gunpowder anywhere near or on the corpses. The nurse cupped the purple-haired one's face, or what was left of it. Why was this one smiling while the rest of the faces weren't? "M... may I see one of them for further inspection?"
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