T - Greenie, Vyn, Bee

[Bee]

Unsettling and wrong. He looked at the deer woman more closely, making zero attempt to disguise his repugnance. Seemed indeed symptomatic. Not of...love. Of that he was certain. An overwhelming fixation, he would allow. Some manner of temporary madness. Wanted the hour to wane. He would vastly prefer a physical confrontation to...this.

He did not care at all for the bird's magic.

But an hour should be more than enough time to get what he needed out of this place. It was a useful bird. Perhaps it could even continue being useful. Even if its spells were hideous.

They had come this far. He followed the bird into the pub, sidestepping the beast entirely.

"Stay back," he told her, simply. Wanted to be around her as little as possible. Wondered vaguely what would happen if he ignored the bird and told her to fall on her own weapon. Magical backlash, probably. Didn't know enough to determine if it were worth it anyway.

[Greenie]

Pascha warily watched the newfound duo out of the corner of his eye as he edged inside. Longing eye contact on her part, befuddled and annoyed grumbling on his - all was well! He had an hour of peace and silence, and perhaps he could escape from these strange people in that timeline.

First, however, came that intense scent he'd been following for so long! His safety was paramount, of course, but interesting smells always were a close second. Pascha stayed in his bipedal in the event that something intimidating or scary lay beyond the doors (afterall, he'd been lured here in a false sense of security, so it would be natural and predictable for someone to leap out at him with a knife) and tentatively prodded the doors open.

No leaping, no jumping, no knifing.... Yet! He propped the door halfway open with his foot and took a deep breath, then cautiously peered around. It was too dark inside to see much of what was going on, but he was hesitant to just leap in after the past few hours of his life.

Paranoid, paranoid. Pascha glanced back at the Selkie and the deranged Crazy lady, unsure of whether or not he actually wanted to go in now that he was here.

[Vyn]

The repugnance was ignored. Mustn't be for her, surely not. She smiled instead and glanced to the Bird. Must be for the bird, Mephit didn't like it either. Creepy, creepy tiny bird. She would've drawn closer to the Rat but he was telling her to stay back. Shy, then? That made sense. She glanced back, returning to glaring.

Why wasn't he going inside? Rat wanted to go in, so the bird should move aside and let them in. She scowled, waiting.

Meanwhile, the weapon was making such a loud fuss over everything. Literally screaming about the mark on the Rat's chest -- how silly, it was wonderful. She gave up after some time and focused her attention on the Tulgey instead. She hissed sinister things about him, saying it was his fault she was bewitched. Mephit couldn't just stand around knowing that!

But to Weapon's horror, she did. She remained transfixed by the spade rat, staring intently at him while warily watching the owl poke around in the half open door. If the owl was bad, Rat would say something and Mephit would destroy it. Easy. Nothing to worry about.

Weapon screamed in frustration.

[Nathalia]

((A sudden explosion of grit and sand flies at Mephit's face. The blast is incredible and she will be rendered unconscious for half an hour. Leaving her free to her wanderings in other threads once she is again aware.

A man steps out of a side door behind the Owl and Joker.
"The hell was that!?" He bellows, rushing over to look and backing up again quickly at the sight of the tree, making an odd gesture across his body. He is an Avington/Sorgaire mix, so maybe this makes sense where he comes from.
"Hell is this, hell is this?!" He yells, gesturing to her and back to the bar in general, hissing his displeasure.
"Whatever, whatever. You." He waves in Beraht's direction. "We've been waiting for you, get in here and look over these bodies, will you? My brother's having a conniption fit in the back, won't come out until the corpses are outta his room 'n all."

What luck! The barman's brother seems to be mistaking Beraht for a certain Ratty police officer...guess he's never met Rodney face to face, has he?
Regardless, you'll both be shown into the room behind the bar. In it are two bodies, those of a Fox, missing an eye, and a large Bull mix, both pinned to the floor through their skulls with large knives.

"Just...figure out why they were here and get us some reimbursement forms, will you? Thanks, officers." The man mumbles, disgusted. "And take that bloody deer-thing out front with you when you go."

You will have half an hour or less to search the room and the bodies. The room contains a bed, a closet, a small chest of drawers and a small door in the far wall that leads into an imitation crawl space room that seems to be empty...
Hmmm...
Be creative.))


~Nathalia

[Bee]

The beast was out cold. Sudden but satisfying conclusion. Then irritation came swift and loud.

Howling mix had little idea how close it came to being ground into the dirt. Its intrusion, its demands, would be taken out of his hide. Then bodies, and the rage twisted into something else.

If one of them. If one...

He followed the shouting cretin into the room. Apparently his assumed identity was actually someone's identity. On the Force. Sorcha's job. Willing to believe it was not a coincidence. He looked at the bodies.

Carnage was not so bad. Knives through the head. Many crueler ways to die. Had no idea what business they'd had in the bar and didn't care. They were dead. They didn't care either. His theory was that this nexus of wickedness killed if it got the chance. Perhaps prompted some people to kill. If the bird could be entranced, so could others.

Poked around the bodies. Lifted them, turned them as much as their fixed heads would allow. Carrying some clue, maybe. Something they might have been killed for. Defensive injuries might give indication of nature of attacker. Assumed there had been fight before knifed to floor. Maybe same attackers had attacked her.

[Greenie]

Pascha went utterly still as a blast of something came flying out and the strange Lady went out like a light. Slightly miffed, he stared down at her. "Once a month spell and she goes out after five minutes. Pah!" He muttered down at her, and poked her with a toe for added emphasis. How rude.

The owl snapped to attention when a man suddenly rushed out to them and started blabbering something about dead bodies and police? and something about how they had to examine them. The Selkie rushed on in and started rustling around as if he was supposed to be doing that, so Pacha dubiously followed, feeling strange and mildly guilty that he might be accidentally impersonating someone who knew what they were doing.

Being a King of Clubs hadn't prepared him to be a body-cop, that was for sure.

Once he reached the room with the bodies, he stopped in the doorway, his head tilted. What did you have to do in order to earn a knife through the skull and an eye torn out? He didn't particularly want to know. Pascha left his newfound companion to the bodies and began shuffling around in the room for lack of anything better to do - he rather assumed it was best to look busy in this situation.

The bird started opening all of the drawers in the desk and examining the contents.

[Bee]

Hadn't been a clean assassination, clearly. Bodies showed many signs of struggle. Bruises. bites. The bull appeared to have been mauled around the ankles, even. Vicious little marks, the teeth and claws of a bandersnatch. Terrible and humiliating, to be so injured by one's food. Hadn't eaten bandersnatch in a long time. Sounded good. Filed away for future lunch plan.

Other traces of blood on the floor, recent deep scuffs. Unlikely that one person could have physically done so much damage to the two. A team of attackers? One very large Card?

Moved over to the bed while the bird shuffled about in the desk. Threw over covers, tossed pillow. Lifted bed to look under. Not hiding anyone. Doors left.

"Closet," he told the bird. Moved over to the little one. Small space. Seemed to be empty. Ducked in, looked more closely. Appeared to be a charred lump of something. Perhaps space hadn't always been empty.

Perhaps a robbery and then a fight. Stupid reason to die.

[Greenie]

Pascha frowned down at the drawers, not entirely sure what he was looking for. Some investigator he'd make. Why would a murderer shove anything in a desk drawer anyways? Common sense said take your evidence with you and destroy it, or at least his did.

He'd never been caught, so clearly his common sense was the winner here.

He slammed the drawers shut and stared at what the Selkie was doing. He was basically tearing the room apart in search of something, and wasn't finding it. Closet? Closet. He was getting the closet, and Pascha had no interest in being in a small, shut up space with him anymore than he wanted to get any closer to the dead bodies. No thank you.

Instead, he took another hard look around and realized there was a door in the wall - a small one, the kind that tended to be storage that you shoved boxes of crap into and proceeded to forget about for ten years.

He edged past the bodies and tried to open it, and frowned when it refused to yield. He kicked at it until it opened and crouched down to peer into it. Nothing was immediately visible, but the room wasn't exactly well lit. He poked a hand in and tried to feel around.

[Nathalia]

((Beraht's inspection of the bodies unearthed two very strange-looking knives.
One is twisted almost back on itself and seems to be made of a malleable metal...and the other was in the Bull's back pocket...and odd blade that appears to heat continuously if unsheathed.

The Fox was also carrying this.

Diamond Statue: Wow... What a gorgeous little creation!
Upon laying eyes on it, the SD will feel the overpowering need
to possess it. Once they have seized it, they will feel a tingling run
down their arm and vanish.
Once a week, this SD is now able to cause a sense of painful
greed to rise in another Card ranked King or lower. The victim
will be consumed by the need for material items over the course of the
next 24 hours and will bargain, plead, and steal things in order to
have them before "waking" back into themselves a day later.
Using this causes the caster to be unable to eat for a full day.


Pascha located this on his foray through the drawers:

Tasty Pepper: The instant this little banana pepper is touched, the victim, unless a Joker, will be overcome with the most powerful desire to eat it right then, that if they do not, or it is taken from them, they will have a full-blown screaming tantrum until it is returned to them. If it still isn't, they'll fight for it like mad until they retrieve their prize.
If they can get it back before it is destroyed (if it is destroyed, PM the Admin), they will devour it at once, delighting in the taste more than anything else they have ever eaten.
After this, they will realize they have gained an interesting ability.
Once a day, they are able to cause Cards ranked 8 and below to become rabidly envious of other people's food. Even if their own plates are piled high, they will desire nothing of what they have, only what others are eating. (This applies even if they are sharing the same dish.) This envy will consume all train of thought and concentration for a full hour as they can think of nothing but how to plot to steal and eat the desired, coveted food.
However, this ability comes at a price. The caster can, from ingesting the pepper on, only enjoy the sensation of taste once a week. The time that the taste comes to them is completely random and will last for up to three hours.
All other times, food tastes like air to them, the textures becoming mildly disgusting in their blandness.

The small room that he tried to gain access to suddenly felt very, very cold. He may continue trying to press entry if he desires.

There seems to be a commotion outside of the room though...best finish up quickly.


~Nathalia

[Bee]

Space yielded nothing. Fox was carrying an item. Personally he was more interested in the knives. He had no use for statues, and ornament in general had little appeal to him unless it was on Sorcha. Yet he grabbed it first, something in his brain screaming that he needed it, needed to have it, him and no one else. Grab it before the bird got it. There. His. There was a tingle, then nothing, then the need dissolved and some new space in his brain was occupied.

Then he grabbed the knives, inspecting them. Didn't see why the bull wouldn't use such a blade to defend himself. Deserved his death. Fool.

Something was happening outside the room now. Didn't see how law enforcement could be effective with that much distraction, so soon. They'd probably have company again in a moment.

He let out a low, unpleasant noise. Hated everyone in this miserable place.