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 Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 12:43 pm
Location: MalvrenThe investigation would not be complete, of course, without a sweep through the Weyrs. It was an entirely voluntary option, to have one’s dwelling searched, but in such high stakes games and such high tensions, refusing to be searched or interviewed cast doubt on otherwise untarnished individuals. And so, the doors to private dwellings were thrown open across the Weyr and Riders would stand by as the investigators surveyed their things, were questioned and then left alone to feel mildly violated. One Rider, a perky and comical fellow waited by his door for the people to come and see. By no means did he have anything to hide and he was more then willing to talk – though the smart-a** grin and the c**k of his head spoke of his as a bluerider even without seeing the knots proudly displayed on his shoulders. A glint of intelligence shone in those merry eyes as he sketched an irreverent bow to the first person to arrive and swept his hands inward, “My, a party in my room, such a glorious day!” Grinning he remained where he was, his blue having taken leave of the Weyr to go bother a group of gossiping greens. It seemed the dragons were watching the advance of the interviews as well, commenting and guessing much as one might cheer on racing horses. Few among the dragons could remember exactly why this was going on – knew that there had been deaths and many bad things and that this running about was supposed to fix or illuminate the root of the problem. Some bets were even wagered, in the form of oil and meat, as to who might reach the destination first. Investigation Week 3 Only the NPC described in this post may be interviewed.
This is an ORP that will be lead by Staff - staff will be posting responses based on the posts received once or twice a day, each character can post as they want but the NPC response will not wait for all to post before answering.
Feel free to ask whatever questions that your character would ask!
Remember that this is an investigation about the Mystery Man who assassinated two ranking Riders and tried to kill a third.
A Hint: Look for relations between rumors and things said but remember not everyone knows the truth! Think about the answers you receive!
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 6:53 pm
Adi found herself rather liking this portion of their investigations, nosing around other people's rooms and learning more about them. It was infinitely more interesting than the dining hall or the storage rooms, and fun, too! She did feel a little bad, though, since not everyone was thrilled about their spaces being invaded...but this man didn't seem to mind! He was even cheerful about it.
The young woman beamed at her fellow bluerider and joked, "If I'd known it was gonna be a party, I'd've brought some wine!"
"Anything up, otherwise?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 2:33 am
The blue rider’s irreverent attitude put Kleos slightly off kilter, and the bow she offered him was rather stiff. Searching people’s quarters was not something she was comfortable with, nor was she happy with the idea of having her own weyr rifled through. It was a necessary evil though, she could scarce refuse after all. “Do you have any knowledge, or suspicions, about the identity of the murderer?” she asked as she opened a cupboard and inspected the contents, moving one or two items carefully aside to see what was at the back. She really did not like this, not in the least, and what good would it do? Surely anyone connected with the murders would have disposed of anything incriminating the moment the searches were announced. They couldn’t afford to leave a possible avenue unexplored though she supposed, they knew so little!
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 12:49 pm
Oh! Another weyr Mine? What are we looking for again Mine? If Bolth had been bothered by the fact they were sorting through other riders and other dragons weyr's he certainly didn't seem to show it. The chipper steel blue had an extremely broad curious streak, so long as his rider was within arm's length while he was doing so. The blue still hadn't quite gotten over that one incident with the tunnelsnake. Either way C'rci had an extremely hard time keeping him out of just their stuff and that was in their own weyr! She'd had to move anything possibly breakable or harmful to the curious dragonet up out of his reach. Well out of his reach for now until her got bigger.
We're looking for anything suspicious or odd looking. Something that might smell funny or off. Possibly of blood. You know the irony smelling red stuff. She replied, but paused as her dragon pressed close his eyes whirling yellow.
I know what blood is Mine. Bolth replied his mind tight and scared with worry. Even if dragons didn't have the longest memories there were just some things that never left them.
On the other hand Bolth took 'anything suspicious or odd looking that might possibly be funny smelling' to mean EVERYTHING. So when the older flightless one ushered him and his rider in and the others began to rummage about he took it as free leave to do so too. It was all just a wonderful game anyway! He'd heard the other dragons gossiping about who's flightless one would win too! He'd find the thing they were looking for for his rider and win it for her!
With a playful bugle Bolth dashed into the Weyr and promptly began getting into every low shelf and storage space there was. Even going to far as to trot over and try to crawl under the bed in his search. All the while C'rci followed after him deftly snagging a clay oil pot the dragonet had knocked loose of it's shelf with his searching before it fell and hit the blues head.
"He likes to help." She replied to the other blue rider, blunt and to the point as always. After all this was their job, she wasn't going to apologize for it or her dragon. Carefully setting the pot back in it's place she traced the higher shelf for clues, but kept a wary eye out for Bolth and his current search beneath the bed. Though she knew the moment he found something or if something startled him he'd come careening back to her in a second.
A sleepy burbling grumpy chirrup in her ear alerted C'rci that Fasha was now very much awake and wondering what on earth her's and her blue were up too now? Did they not know it was nap time? Shushing the crimson mentally C'rci urged the little creature to remain quiet and hidden.
After all she wasn't sure how people were going to react to them searching their weyr's or what would happen if they found something and having the crimson firelizard remain hidden in her waves of red hair gave her the element of surprise and a chance to flee with a message if things went bad. Fasha's eyes whirled red and yellow at these thoughts, her owner's even more terse and tense attitude putting the crimson on alert.
Try talking to the larger flightless one Mine. He seems friendly. Maybe he'll tell you something? His dragon is a blue too isn't it? Oooo I can almost fit all the way under here. Why can't I fit under our bed Mine? The blue inquired nearly chatting his riders ear off and urging her to try and communicate, well communicate without just going for the kill and growling, with the other rider. Though that certainly didn't stop the low rumble of discontent that seemed to echo like a quiet thrum from the woman's throat.
Because there are boxes under it. C'rci reminded Bolth with loving patience. She'd always been patient about somethings, but such gentleness she reserved solely for him and Fasha, but Fasha didn't need her as much as Bolth did.
Ooooh. I wonder if his dragons sunning outside? Maybe once I'm done under here I can check with him. Bolth added ever helpful as he managed to get all, but the last of his tail under the bed, much to his rider's worry.
Turning the other rider she decided to take her dragons advice, but this time there would be no pulled punches. They hadn't done her any good so far. "I'm C'rci of blue Bolth. Who are you and where were you the night of the murder?" She began her voice calm and steady, a sense of cool confidence radiating off of the girl. She'd seen her brother interrogate trespassers and wher point enough to know the drill.
Also unlike her companions C'rci was bonded heart, mind, and soul to a very chipper, very chatty, very optimistic and playful dragon. Therefore the man's attitude didn't throw her steady stubborn logic and sense of goals for a loop in the least. Unlike Bolth she knew very well that the world was filled with plenty of bad people and most of them liked to try to befriend you by acting exactly like this. Friendly, too friendly, all in a way that just made her instincts raise like a wher scenting fresh blood.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 7:37 am
"Haha, well that might have made this whole thing a bit more fun, eh?" the blue rider grinned at Adi. "Nevermind though, I'm sure we can keep ourselves entertained all the same. I can't say as I've seen anything too unusual, unless you count that awful new hat V'ner is convinced makes him look dashing.... Humm, the murderer, or plural thereof?" He cocked his head to the side and tapped his chin in a theatrical display of thoughtfulness before widening his eyes and exclaiming; "A mystery! But, seriously, I'm not sure. Word has it that a Blue carried him off though. Maybe he's a rider?"
As the blue dragonet almost managed to destroy one of his possessions the rider just chuckled, and when C'rci questioned him another broad grin spread across his pleasant countenance. "I'm hurt that you don't know me, C'rci! I am G'nk of blue Loth, and I was right here, sleeping off a 'party' with my good friend V'ner. No witnesses I'm afraid! Now though, where were you on the night of the murder C'ric? Seems only fair you tell me, seen as I told you!" As he spoke a spark of mirth remained in his dark eyes, quite clearly showing that he was both unfazed and amused by the questions fired at him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 10:26 am
"Engova hall, night duty at the Wher den." C'rci replied with ease, after all even coming to this new Weyr she knew her own scheduled of chores and work very well. "What were you partying about G'nk of blue Loth?" She asked patiently never lifting her eyes from her search of the shelves and higher area's that her dragon couldn't get at.
Mine! Mine! I can't get out! It was only the frantic mental cries of her dragon and the panicked scrape of claws on the stone weyr floor along with his whines that distracted her.
Lay still Bolth I'm coming. She replied spinning from her work to practically leap across the room and duck down beside the bed. Peering under it she frowned. The young blue and managed to snare his wings up so he couldn't back out. Crooning low in her throat to her frightened parted she half slid under the bed carefully detangling the steely blue's wings before he injured himself and then grabbing his side slowly slid the shaking dust covered hatchling out.
"I gotcha." C'rci assured the blue her face softening visibly, her calm mask slipping away to one of love and care. The blue, now a bit too large to fit in her lap, tried to crawl into it, draping over her legs as he buried his head into her tunic. His rider not seeming to mind that he was covering her with dirt and dust as well as she stroked his head reassuringly. Looking up from her task she caught G'nk's eyes. "You really should clean under there a bit more." She began, her words punctuated when Bolth promptly sneezed, the force of it nearly sending the hatchling toppling were it not for a steady hand.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 12:26 pm
Orlina hadn't met G'nk, but she knew the name at least. Friendly, playful riders tended to have their names circulated as much as the riders with the least friendly dispositions.
She covered a giggle when Bolth nearly fell over from the force of his sneeze, but she just shook her head. C'rci had him, as usual. She could do more good sorting carefully through his possessions. If she wasn't aware of how needy Bolth was, she might have thought to suggest he not be brought along on the hunt; he was getting a little big to be sorting through rider weyrs. Seeing as she was rather sure what G'nk had meant by 'partying', Orlina dropped her gaze and decided to intercede.
"He didn't mean a real party, C'rci," Orlina muttered to her friend and then turned back to face the doorway where the rider stood, watching them all tearing his rooms apart with amusement.
"I'm Orlina, Bluerider," Orlina introduced herself to G'nk. It was always much easier to introduce oneself first. After all, how could anyone get along without knowing each other's names? (Though this rider was certainly doing a good job on his own. Though, for soft-spoken Orlina, introductions always came first.) "Although you and V'ner didn't see anything, being busy as you were," she tried very hard not to blush, it was just a part of Weyr life after all, "You mentioned a rumor of a Blue. Do you really think a rider could have done this? And if so, I mean, why would he want to kill his own Weyrleader-- or hurt or kill his own Weyrwoman, if he was from somewhere else?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 12:47 pm
Avoiding the 'party' description was just fine by Kleos; she flushed a little at the bluerider's smirk before shaking her head to clear the unwelcome mental images. One of these days Moriath would finally rise, and she would end up - most likely - with a brownrider. It was a testament to how much this weighed on her mind that it momentarily distracted her from the matters at hand.
"A good question," Kleos said softly as Orlina posed her question, "one that I am sure preys upon all of our minds. I cannot comprehend what would drive a rider to kill their own, and yet we know for a fact that riders - or a rider at least - were involved in the murder of our Weyrleader... and these three attacks on our own Weyr, Benden, and Trine, do you suppose they are connected?" The talk she had overheard seemed to indicate that they were, but she wanted to hear somebody else's opinion on the matter.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 6:30 am
"Well I must admit I tend to pay more attention to what's going on on top of the bed as opposed to under it," G'nk beamed at C'ric, "and V'ner and I party all the time for any reason! We're... close, let's just say that for the sake of young ears!" Leaning casually against the wall he made a vague gesture to the bed. "You can pull out the stuff underneath and look through if you want, there's nothing untoward to embarrass you."
Turning then to Orlina, the blue rider smiled and inclined his head. "Please to meet you then Orlina! Weyrbrat, aren't you? Brother just Impressed one of those two silvers? Congratulations to him, fine looking hatchling... ah, but I keep forgetting this isn't a social call! Right, do I think a rider could have done this?... Yes, I believe I do believe it; some people will go a long way for personal gain. I think... I think you make a very good point by mentioning the word Weyrwoman." The cheeky grin faded from the blue rider's face then giving way to a more thoughtful mien. "I think he was after Eirlyn, not H'trel. Killing Eirlyn kills one of the most capable women on Pern - it'd cause chaos. I don't know if it was somebody from within or Weyr or without but there's gotta be insider information involved. To hit all three Weyrs and succeed? Has to be a spy, but from where? That I really don't know."
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:09 am
"No, you're right, O'thor is my half-brother, and thank you." She smiled with pride. A Silver was a good match for him, from what she'd learned in her short time being acquainted with him. She hadn't seen much of him since training, but she hadn't seen much of him before training either, so it wasn't a big change. And yet... Like with most of her introductions, she felt closer to him now. Maybe she would try to find his weyr one of these days, after the investigation was over. She'd heard a few horror stories about his roommate from other people; maybe she'd see how true those rumors were and make sure O'thor was all right.
He was smart, though, or so it seemed to Orlina. It did seem strange that theirs was the only weyr with a Weyrleader killed instead of a Weyrwoman. Stories had circulated just after the murder, about what had gone on, and it had been said that Eirlyn had been in the other room as H'trel fought and died. Maybe he had stopped the murderer from getting to his wife. The weyrmates were married and very much in love; that was what you did for love. You sacrificed, even if it meant your life to save hers.
Not that H'trel would have chosen death, but he accepted it for her, I bet, Orlina thought. She nodded slowly, lost in her own thoughts. The murderer was going for her! G'nk must be right! H'trel was the odd man out, so to speak. That could be a clear sign that that wasn't how the murder was supposed to work. But who would give information-- or lend his or her dragon-- to a murder of a Weyrleader or woman?
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 11:56 am
"Ohhh. . ." C'rci replied her cheeks flushing red at her error and casting her eyes elsewhere. Elsewhere being dusting Bolth's face off to get the dirt from getting into his eyes before urging him off of her lap to bend down and pull some things out from under the bed to search through them.
Mine? You're turning as red as Qizixth's partner? What kind of party is G'nk talking about? The blue questioned cocking his head to the side where he sat on the floor watching his rider work with whirling eyes. He was quite the rather hilarious sight. His once glistening blue hide was completely covered in dust making him look more like a very gray brown other then on his face which was once more back to it's usual color thanks to his riders efforts.
I'll explain when you're older Bolth. C'rci replied trying to sooth her rush of emotions knowing they were confusing her partner as he sifted through her mind. Bolth may have been a bit needy, but he was rather good at picking up on things.
What would someone have to gain from hurting the Weyrwoman Mine? More so who would have something to gain? Maybe it was all just one big misunderstanding? The blue inquired of His hopefully peering over her shoulder where C'rci sat on the ground searching through things to watch her work.
I don't think there was a misunderstanding, but you're right. Also who would know enough to be able to give information on how to get at the Weyrwoman? C'rci pondered before looking up from her work.
"If the assassin failed in their original mission to kill the Weyrwoman then it's likely they may return to finish the job. Who would have something to gain with the onset of thread so close in killing a Weyrwoman?" The young rider questioned, the most words they'd heard out of her not accompanied by Wher speech in quite a while though there was still her whirring accent tinting the words. It was obvious through this she'd thought on what to say for a while.
I'm sure things will be ok Mine. We'll catch this assassin. The blue assured C'rci, ever the optimist even if the idea of his rider anywhere near some sort of assassin had him wanting to dive right back under the dusty bed and drag her under there with him until Pern stopped trying to kill everything.
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