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Ajax's smile of encouragement fell. Though the corners of his mouth were upturned still, his expression had noticeably shifted-- From acceptance, to disappointment. It wasn't necessarily against his made-up rules to have someone else do the job. However this was a test of loyalty, and by his accounts, Drevis had failed. Whatever pluck he had seen within his spawn had now faded from his eyes, albeit temporarily. He would remember that.
"Very well. Suspect B, ladies and gentlemen!"
Once more the crowd engaged in their usual requested applause, fervently clapping as the Forebear left Drevis' side and stepped out of the way for the final act. They all silenced with his raised fist, and once bullets flew, there seemed to be a deadly whisper among them-- As if they spoke too loud, the Devil himself would hear.
Seemingly amused, Ajax strides over to the other side of the stage to retrieve his gun with little more than the same plastic smile. Using the handkerchief of his suit, he wipes off any blood, and returns the silvery bird to its velvet pouch.
"We're very fortunate to have those willing to help us, aren't we?" He says to the newbloods, gesturing to all of them with both hands. But then as his eyes fell on Drevis, his words appeared to take a.. slightly different undertone; One of disinterest and plainness.
"..Be thankful for that, because there will come a day where no one is there to help you. Suddenly you're standing in a pool of someone else's blood, with the knowledge it was you who was responsible. For your sake, I hope that's a burden you're well-equipped to bear."
He turns back to the eager crowd and walks over to the freshly dead human and his living counterpart. Suspect C had seemed to faint from the pure adrenaline of the situation, his body slumped and head hung back in his seat. With one hand, and an accompanying drum roll from the theaters speakers, Ajax removed the covering from Suspect C's head. There, written across the forehead in dramatic red lettering was the word..
The crowd gasps. Ajax chuckles to himself and, with his other hand, removed the second covering from the dead victim. The bullets had done a gruesome number on the mans face, but luckily the writing was still in tact..
"Well, it looks like Drevis' theory was only half correct," He says with a charming smile. Ajax strides over to the table, picking up one of the several evidence papers-- The timeline. After giving it a quick glance-over, he tosses it back onto the table, and raises a finger in the air.
"Suspect B arrived at the ranch at 5:30 in the morning. Thanks to young Drevis here, we know that a simple argument sparked the spontaneous murder. However, was it really that spontaneous? Sure, the murder weapon wasn't pre-meditated, but that doesn't mean the murder wasn't."
Ajax begins to pace the stage, his hand dragging across the two bodies heads before continuing..
"..Suspect C, on the other hand, didn't call the police until 11, but we know he arrived at the ranch at 8:30. Why did it take him so long to contact the authorities, you might be wondering? Simple. He was making it appear as though he were searching for the victim, when in reality he knew he was already dead."
Another dramatic gasp comes from the crowd.
"We know from the previous night, Suspect B had stopped by a local convenience store, where he just so happened to run into Suspect C. Suspect C enlisted his uncle for help the following morning to rid the world of the one man that has troubled them both for years, asking to do the deed in secret. You see, Suspect C wanted to stand up to his controlling father, but knew he was too weak and spineless to do so. Who more grateful to help him than his desperate, dying uncle-- The only other man with ample motive and a deep seeded hatred for the victim."
He pauses for a moment, his smile dropping completely, "Of course, this evidence is purely circumstantial. We have no way of uncovering the nature of their conversation that night. Because of this, we must rely purely on motive-- Something both Suspects had."
A third set of curtains at the back of the stage rises, and behind them sat what appeared to be a series of clothing racks, a wide assortment of suits and dresses hanging in sparkling glory. There were no two suits, no two dresses, nor pairs of shoes that were alike-- Everything was one of a kind. That must add to the hefty pricetag.
Ajax holds a beaming smile, "I know I said there was no material prize for guessing correctly, however I couldn't help myself. Take your picks-- There's enough here for everyone. They're yours. Changing rooms are just off the side of the stage there."
With his reveal now complete, he steps behind the unconscious Suspect C. Without hesitation, or look of contemplation, Ajax wraps his cold, dead hands around the mans head and, with one violent crack, he snaps the mans neck; Effectively killing him. Thus ends his game. As if this was their final cue, one last time did the servants come from the sides of the stage, hauling away the two corpses. At least, if anything, he died in his sleep.
"Our newbloods, ladies and gentlemen!" He says with a grandiose gesture of his palm. Again the crowd cheers, standing to their feet in admiration.
The lights brighten. Everyone begins filing into the two sets of double doors leading back into the main foyer. Some faces are recognizable as they pass; It looked like everyone's drivers were here, watching the entire show with despondent, detached faces. Jack, in particular, wore a look of urgency; As if he had been forgetting something important this entire time. He quickly pushed his way through the departing crowd toward the exit, never to be seen again. Huh.
The newbloods weren't the only ones who had clear objection to the forsaken morality; Many faces within the sea of supernatural bodies wore similar looks of shock, disgust, and abject horror, with very few having ones of seemingly genuine pleasure. They moved in a collective, and as Ajax joined them, they parted before him, offering him a pathway directly to the hallway feeding back into the foyer. Like Moses splitting the Red Sea. A servant was quick to appear at his side, thrusting into his palm a tall glass of red. There were others, too, walking about with silver trays in hand.
So many questions. In truth, they had no reason to believe anything about the game was true. Were the suspects really those accused of murder, but ultimately never convicted? Or were they feeble humans, simply caught in a tangled mess of wrong place and wrong time? Or Ajax himself-- Was this really all for his and the others entertainment? Or had they just unknowingly participated in disposing of his enemies, disguised as frontier justice?
It looked like the ones who potentially held the answers were the ones standing in this very mansion, though none of them attempted to question the events that had taken place. At least, not out loud. Instead they all separated into their own private groups, talking among themselves over the lilting tunes of an oblivious quartet...
((your characters are free to pick any kind of clothing they like-- Formal or otherwise. This thread will serve as the 'foyer' thread. everyones characters will start here, and if you like, branch off into the other three. remember: one at a time in the library, please!))
Those in the foyer: Leone, Emma + Daedric, Ajax + Marcus, Lance, Winona
Reis
Damafaud
SapphireSkylines
shadowz1995
Sacrosanctus
Vampunk
Kitchen - Library - Office
"Very well. Suspect B, ladies and gentlemen!"
Once more the crowd engaged in their usual requested applause, fervently clapping as the Forebear left Drevis' side and stepped out of the way for the final act. They all silenced with his raised fist, and once bullets flew, there seemed to be a deadly whisper among them-- As if they spoke too loud, the Devil himself would hear.
Seemingly amused, Ajax strides over to the other side of the stage to retrieve his gun with little more than the same plastic smile. Using the handkerchief of his suit, he wipes off any blood, and returns the silvery bird to its velvet pouch.
"We're very fortunate to have those willing to help us, aren't we?" He says to the newbloods, gesturing to all of them with both hands. But then as his eyes fell on Drevis, his words appeared to take a.. slightly different undertone; One of disinterest and plainness.
"..Be thankful for that, because there will come a day where no one is there to help you. Suddenly you're standing in a pool of someone else's blood, with the knowledge it was you who was responsible. For your sake, I hope that's a burden you're well-equipped to bear."
He turns back to the eager crowd and walks over to the freshly dead human and his living counterpart. Suspect C had seemed to faint from the pure adrenaline of the situation, his body slumped and head hung back in his seat. With one hand, and an accompanying drum roll from the theaters speakers, Ajax removed the covering from Suspect C's head. There, written across the forehead in dramatic red lettering was the word..
Accomplice
The crowd gasps. Ajax chuckles to himself and, with his other hand, removed the second covering from the dead victim. The bullets had done a gruesome number on the mans face, but luckily the writing was still in tact..
Murderer
"Well, it looks like Drevis' theory was only half correct," He says with a charming smile. Ajax strides over to the table, picking up one of the several evidence papers-- The timeline. After giving it a quick glance-over, he tosses it back onto the table, and raises a finger in the air.
"Suspect B arrived at the ranch at 5:30 in the morning. Thanks to young Drevis here, we know that a simple argument sparked the spontaneous murder. However, was it really that spontaneous? Sure, the murder weapon wasn't pre-meditated, but that doesn't mean the murder wasn't."
Ajax begins to pace the stage, his hand dragging across the two bodies heads before continuing..
"..Suspect C, on the other hand, didn't call the police until 11, but we know he arrived at the ranch at 8:30. Why did it take him so long to contact the authorities, you might be wondering? Simple. He was making it appear as though he were searching for the victim, when in reality he knew he was already dead."
Another dramatic gasp comes from the crowd.
"We know from the previous night, Suspect B had stopped by a local convenience store, where he just so happened to run into Suspect C. Suspect C enlisted his uncle for help the following morning to rid the world of the one man that has troubled them both for years, asking to do the deed in secret. You see, Suspect C wanted to stand up to his controlling father, but knew he was too weak and spineless to do so. Who more grateful to help him than his desperate, dying uncle-- The only other man with ample motive and a deep seeded hatred for the victim."
He pauses for a moment, his smile dropping completely, "Of course, this evidence is purely circumstantial. We have no way of uncovering the nature of their conversation that night. Because of this, we must rely purely on motive-- Something both Suspects had."
A third set of curtains at the back of the stage rises, and behind them sat what appeared to be a series of clothing racks, a wide assortment of suits and dresses hanging in sparkling glory. There were no two suits, no two dresses, nor pairs of shoes that were alike-- Everything was one of a kind. That must add to the hefty pricetag.
Ajax holds a beaming smile, "I know I said there was no material prize for guessing correctly, however I couldn't help myself. Take your picks-- There's enough here for everyone. They're yours. Changing rooms are just off the side of the stage there."
With his reveal now complete, he steps behind the unconscious Suspect C. Without hesitation, or look of contemplation, Ajax wraps his cold, dead hands around the mans head and, with one violent crack, he snaps the mans neck; Effectively killing him. Thus ends his game. As if this was their final cue, one last time did the servants come from the sides of the stage, hauling away the two corpses. At least, if anything, he died in his sleep.
"Our newbloods, ladies and gentlemen!" He says with a grandiose gesture of his palm. Again the crowd cheers, standing to their feet in admiration.
"Welcome to the family!" they all roared.
"..And welcome to the future." Said Ajax.
"..And welcome to the future." Said Ajax.
The lights brighten. Everyone begins filing into the two sets of double doors leading back into the main foyer. Some faces are recognizable as they pass; It looked like everyone's drivers were here, watching the entire show with despondent, detached faces. Jack, in particular, wore a look of urgency; As if he had been forgetting something important this entire time. He quickly pushed his way through the departing crowd toward the exit, never to be seen again. Huh.
The newbloods weren't the only ones who had clear objection to the forsaken morality; Many faces within the sea of supernatural bodies wore similar looks of shock, disgust, and abject horror, with very few having ones of seemingly genuine pleasure. They moved in a collective, and as Ajax joined them, they parted before him, offering him a pathway directly to the hallway feeding back into the foyer. Like Moses splitting the Red Sea. A servant was quick to appear at his side, thrusting into his palm a tall glass of red. There were others, too, walking about with silver trays in hand.
So many questions. In truth, they had no reason to believe anything about the game was true. Were the suspects really those accused of murder, but ultimately never convicted? Or were they feeble humans, simply caught in a tangled mess of wrong place and wrong time? Or Ajax himself-- Was this really all for his and the others entertainment? Or had they just unknowingly participated in disposing of his enemies, disguised as frontier justice?
It looked like the ones who potentially held the answers were the ones standing in this very mansion, though none of them attempted to question the events that had taken place. At least, not out loud. Instead they all separated into their own private groups, talking among themselves over the lilting tunes of an oblivious quartet...
((your characters are free to pick any kind of clothing they like-- Formal or otherwise. This thread will serve as the 'foyer' thread. everyones characters will start here, and if you like, branch off into the other three. remember: one at a time in the library, please!))
Those in the foyer: Leone, Emma + Daedric, Ajax + Marcus, Lance, Winona
Reis
Damafaud
SapphireSkylines
shadowz1995
Sacrosanctus
Vampunk
Kitchen - Library - Office
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