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 Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 9:36 am
Isadora clutched her fists again. If she wasn't wearing her gloves, her hand would show the color of white. What Leon said would make sense. Maybe even giving the paladin hope that what Tura told her was false. But somehow, she had troubled grasping it. It seemed that no matter what hope she saw at the end of the tunnel, it always turned out to be false.
"If Tura only saw Father Renault's grave, then how did he know his relationship with Amelia or mine?" Isadora questioned. "If Tura knew the relationship between Amelia, Father Renault, and mine, he would have do it earlier, even before Father Renault's death. Why would Tura wait till after the battle we fought with Loki?"
Isadora moved over to Amelia's head and used her laps as a pillow to let the General rested her head. She blushed the hair away from Amelia's face. The paladin was emotionally drained. She was drained from playing this crazed game. Drained from being toyed with riddles and hidden agenda. And also drained from new questions and problems rising. Who was suffering more: Father Renault or themselves? If Father Renault was being suffering, why were they being suffered?
Isadora softly spoke. "As much as I want to believe what you've said is true, I don't think Tura is lying. Remember, assassin won't commit these crimes unless they are ordered to do so. If it's not Father Renault who hired him, then who? Who is this crazed mastermind who knows the relationship between Amelia, Father Renault, and mine? Surely, it's not an outsider. It will be someone from within the guild. However, I don't think it's anyone of my member who will do this. Why would a member of my guild hold a grudge against us?"
She looked back at Amelia, sadness still lingered in her eyes. Isadora felt sorry for the General. To hear the news that her adopted father was in it had caused a shock to her. Just how much suffering would she and Amelia go through?
Not wanted to bring more suffering into the city, the Watch and her guild, and especially Amelia, Isadora looked up to Leon. "Leon, if we find out that Father Renault is alive and is truly behind this crazed scheme.... Let me be the one to bring out the order and justice to him. I don't want anyone to suffer any longer, especially Amelia and Father Renault."
Even myself... Isadora thought silently.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 10:36 am
Leon shut his eyes. He let the words sink in, that he might be at least halfway wrong. Still, he couldn't help but think this sceme had been going on for a while. It seemed like everything was going so perfectly on Tura's end. Every part. "I be guessin' it 'twas b'fore Loki this be planned, long b'fore. It be carried out ri' now 'cuz we're drained, und'rstaff'd. It be a brill'nt time t' strike, when we be weary." And then the other part of Isadora's speech struck him to heart.
If Father Renault is behind this, let me deal with him.
He knew those words meant that it was personal, and yet... one of the rules was this. Watch members weren't supposed to pick favorites. They weren't supposed to act out of vengeance. Their protection were for all citizens, their punishments for all criminals.
But no one remembered those rules when loved ones were involved. The Watch were still human after all. They tended to hold their dearest ones closer when they came to the rescue, and strike their personal enemies far harder. Leon knew that if there were a traitor amongst his own squad, his family, he would be the one to silence them. It wouldn't be as Lieutenant Leon Vatara of the Eyris Watch, but simply as one friend to another.
Everyone would do that. Probably even Ghis, who only claimed not to care.
"I... I und'rstand, Lady Isadora. I'll be lettin' ya deal 'im just'ce if 'e's the 'un b'hind this. But don't be movin' too fast. We ain't seein th' end yet. Dun get wound up in thoughts y'aint proven." He said, trying to assure her. "No more o' that kinda thinkin' now. Yer gonna make yerself crazy..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 10:55 am
Isadora nodded. "I won't, Leon. I won't let myself jump to conclusion so soon. There are many questions that I haven't figure out. Answers that I want to hear from the source. It would be foolish of me to take action without hearing the whole story. I just want to hear the truth..... from Father Renault."
She wasn't quite sure whether whether she was suffering or not. Maybe Leon was right. Maybe she was falling into Tura's mind twisted games... Or was it Renault's through Tura?
She needed some guidance. Some comfort and moment peace to soothe her shaken soul. This latest note had shook her devastating.
Isadora gentle placed Amelia's head on the street, trying not to disturb the General. It would be better to let Amelia rest. She had more shock than the paladin did.
"Can you take Amelia back to the Watch Tower?" Isadora questioned. "I needed some time to be alone. If there's more murder, new evidence from Tura, or any plan you and the Watch have, send a messenger to me. I need to know what's going to happen and what I can do to help."
Isadora walked away from the Watch and climbed onto her horse. She snapped the reins as Tuomas let out a neigh and galloped. Passing several streets and out of the Eyris, Isadora rode off to FEFGA's house, to the grave of Renault.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 2:18 pm
I ain't givin' in,
no matter how hard th' fight
before me looks t' be!
>{Leon}< The clean-up crew for the scene had arrived, so Leon didn't have to worry so much about keeping people away very long. They'd take care of the corpse, analyze it again, and maybe a few more people could examine the note.
For the second time now, Leon was carrying someone back to the Watch House, and would be worried again, waiting outside their doorway. On horseback, getting back to the Watch House was fast. After he'd carried Amelia inside, got her in a bed... the knight leaned against one of the walls. Shutting his eyes, he tried to imagine what the Hero Anri, the one who chased away all of man's darkness looked like. Silently (or at least he hoped it was silent and his words weren't slipping out of the open, thus he'd give himself away as not only someone who didn't follow the Goddess, but also a person from another land). Hero Anri... I be needin' ya. There be darkness hangin' 'ver us now... it be th' darkness of dec'ption an' hate... Take yer blessed blade Falchion, and cut through our hardships... our nightmares... our troubles. An' gimme th' strength... t' exact justice upon Tura.>{Watch Lieutenant}< If ya just bel'eve, then...
ev'n if th' world be torn asunder,
vict'ry will be yers to hold!
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 2:53 pm
Where ever I wander, where ever I roam,
There's only one place I'll ever call 'home'The Magic Swordman Master Lord, Roy  Bacon for Mel it was then. And he would get his pancakes. He grinned at the dragon before he opened the door. "Ladies first?" he offered with a smirk. Taking her to Benny's was probably a good idea. If they hurried, they could catch the 'Body Slam' special and get a free meal. 
I'm a Master Lord on an epic quest
Hurt my family and you'll be impaled by my Magic swords, you pest.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 6:03 am
Melethia walked through the door with a smile on her face.
"Thank you." She said as she walked through the door. Her stomach growled a little bit. She giggled a little bit in embarassment.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 2:03 pm
Where ever I wander, where ever I roam,
There's only one place I'll ever call 'home'The Magic Swordman Master Lord, Roy Roy smirked before he followed Mel out of the room. He locked the door when he heard her stomach growl, then laughed quietly to himself. They then headed out to Benny's.
((Time skip for the purpose of letting Renny continue his thing.))Roy had told Mel he'd see her around and went to look for the other Watch Members. He had missed quite a bit of what had happened last night, and this morning. So it was probably best to find someone that knew him so that he could catch up. He made his way to the Watch House.
I'm a Master Lord on an epic quest
Hurt my family and you'll be impaled by my Magic swords, you pest.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 4:05 pm
Painting him as a "vigilante", were they? Didn't matter. None of that mattered now. They failed to see the bigger picture. They saw only that there was a murderer, and that there were a few little humans dead. Oh well. It wasn't as if they'd cared about human life before, they were only being hypocritical to pretend they cared now. They hadn't learned anything; only how to continue to lie. They would learn. They would learn that nothing was sacred; though they themselves had already proved that. How foolish they were; instead of finding out where the one who had done the crimes operated out of, which should be a simple thing, they were simply going to allow him to lead them to him. Now, that would be too easy. They wouldn't get a happy ending with no work at all. This game wasn't over, and he was the only one to have captured any pieces. Soon, the knights guarding the queen would fall, and he would be able to capture the most important piece. . . or perhaps simply snap her in two.
Due to the Watch's decision, nothing much had occurred from this last murder. And they were going to let him commit his last two murders, as a little more proof to scare the commonfolk into properly behaving. How naive of them to think that he would do that. He would follow his own agenda, not theirs. After all, he had made the rules; what was to say he would not break them?
He would have waited another day. And then another. And they would come to the endgame on the final day of the week; fitting. But too simple. And too long, now. He didn't want to wait. He COULDN'T wait. A soft, maniacal giggle escaped the assassin's lips; the eyes behind the mask were twisted into a mockery of happiness. He had so many fun things planned, he just couldn't wait to show them! He had to do it NOW! But first, he would have to collect the last two. That was no problem. They were the easiest to collect of all. . . and these two would be taken alive.
The time was about eight hours after the sun had passed overhead; six hours after the last corpse had been found. In front of the house of a certain spirit, a morph and a cloaked figure materialized in a circle of red light. Into the house they walked; there were none here that were in any position to interfere. Tura had made sure of that with a cloth and an odd chemical about an hour earlier; they would have another thirty minutes or so to set up. And set up they did. Not simply the scene; the entire living room became the setting, even stretching out slightly into the nearby halls. Then, their task finished, the two slipped out, vanishing into the approaching night.
For this was no ordinary scene. No, this was special. This scene was set up to resemble an idyllic scene; there was a fire burning away merrily in the fireplace, the room had been decorated much more lavishly than normal, pictures had been placed in the hall; in the kitchen, a pot of tea had just reached its boiling point, the familiar whistling signaling that. But there was where the resemblence ended.
Tura had left a note once again; however, this note was not on paper. Rather, it was scrawled across the walls in fresh, crimson blood. The pictures in the hall? These were paintings, also fresh, of the two corpses now situated in the living room. And these. . .
The first body was seated in a rocking chair; the rocking chair had been pushed, so it still retained a vestige of motion. The figure and pose, in the dark, could easily be seen for their original form; a grandmother, knarled hands holding knitting needles to a quilt in her lap. However, with the fire burning, one could easily tell that there was no quilt; it was, in fact, her own skin, flayed from her body. And from the horrified look still on the bare face, it was evident that this had occurred while the victim was still alive. The stomach of this one was intact, oddly; but if one looked on the lower back, there would be two small incisions where parts had once again been removed.
Written on the ground at her feet was a message:
Time kills slowly... so why live past today?
Seated on the floor near by the chair was the second corpse; this was a young boy; who in normal circumstances would be playing with his toys, near his loving grandmother. This boy, however, could do no such thing; the large hole in his chest testified to that. In place of his real heart sat a clockwork heart, ticking away merrily. His stomach was slit open; insidehad been stuffed candies and sweets of all sorts. These had apparently been inserted partly through the throat; in this case, he seemed to have suffocated. And as if to add to the horror, each of his limbs had been systematically and cleanly broken. . .
There was a message here too:
It only hurts just once.
They're only broken bones.
Hide the hate inside.
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Overlord of Night- Shadow
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 4:39 pm
I ain't givin' in,
no matter how hard th' fight
before me looks t' be!
>{Leon}< Again, another curse that was muttering from Leon's mouth. He had to leave Amelia's side in order to get to another crime scene, when the messengers rushed in, calling him in almost a tone of desperation. He didn't want this to happen again, he really wanted to prevent it! It didn't matter if they were criminals or such, these were still people Tura was killing, and Leon only wanted to look like he was letting this happen to merely draw Tura out and catch him in the act!
But he was so fast, and there was no predicting where he'd strike! There were no tips on the directions he'd take, no real connection to his victims other than the methods their assassin used...
The notes made less sense than the previous ones, and were (disturbingly) not on paper anymore. And these two that were butchered... were tortured before death, and clearly innocent, why... what crime could a boy and an old grandmother possibly commit?! Rage consumed the Lieutenant.
Out of this anger, he ripped a blank page from his recordbook he'd been writing details about the case inside, and he scribbled the words with all his wrath behind them.
Tura! I am tired of these games, all of them! You like leaving notes behind, so it's my turn! I'm guessing you'll see this, as you're able to drop your notes behind so easily and quickly...
I will say this. It stops here, it stops now. I don't care what the others are doing, and I'll put an end to your madness myself, alone, if I have to! I'm not going to let you get away with this any longer, and if you're not a a coward, then write on the back of this where you are, and show me your face!
I am Lieutenant Leon Vatara of Captain Daniel Leek's Watch Squad! Come and find me, and when you do... TRY and beat me!
He threw the piece of his recordbook into the blowing wind, watching it float away like a lost leaf. He honestly doubted that it would reach the killer's hands, (and would probably end up in that hands of a civilian whom was illiterate and made no sense of the message, thus leading to it being discarded), but Leon had no one to battle. He had to release his stress somehow. >{Watch Lieutenant}< If ya just bel'eve, then...
ev'n if th' world be torn asunder,
vict'ry will be yers to hold!
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 4:59 pm
Leon would get an answer, actually. Even though he wasn't expecting one. . . Tura wanted to defy expectations this time. After a few moments, the wind blew again, bringing a piece of paper to softly bump into the back of Leon's head. However, it wasn't nearly a simple "Look here". . . On the back of his own note, Tura seemed to have crafted a short poem.
I saw the traveler make his way toward the monolith,
That thin gash amidst the clouds;
An open seam between heaven and earth that eluded the eye of God.
Or perhaps it had not; perhaps it beckoned from one realm
To the other, wedded and ruled as one;
For look how clean it splits the horizon 'twain, absorbs it,
Makes it strange,
An indomitable beam,
A tower of heaven
This. . . really didn't explain anything at all, it seemed.
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Overlord of Night- Shadow
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 5:04 pm
I ain't givin' in,
no matter how hard th' fight
before me looks t' be!
>{Leon}< He'd gotten a reply, but when Leon read more poetic nonsense, his only reaction was to crush the paper under the weight of his hand as it curled into an angry fist. He would have stomped, cursed more, and possibly even thrown the note into the trash, but the fact that he got a response so quick meant something. Tura was nearby.
Leon didn't know who was around him. He didn't much care who was around him either. The Lieutenant begun to shout. "Where th' 'ell are ya, huh!? Ya know how t' read, ya murd'rer! I know cuz ya go an' leave these notes filled wi' nonsense! C'mon! Get outta yer hidin' place, or so help me, all be chargin' through all o' Eyris if I 'ave to!" >{Watch Lieutenant}< If ya just bel'eve, then...
ev'n if th' world be torn asunder,
vict'ry will be yers to hold!
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 5:22 pm
A soft chuckle floated by Leon's ear, the source not immediately apparent. "Not alone, boy," it whispered mockingly; the voice was rough but not angry. "Wait for the others. I want you all together. It wouldn't be good for either of us if I killed you so quickly. . . it will be on my grounds, on my time. You've decided to give me that, and you can't take it back now." A soft touch, like a breath of wind, slid along the side of Leon's neck and was then gone; nothing had been seen or would be seen. And the prescence there was gone as well; the assassin had left. Perhaps Leon should go inside and read the note scrawled across the wall while waiting for the others to arrive.
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Overlord of Night- Shadow
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 5:33 pm
I ain't givin' in,
no matter how hard th' fight
before me looks t' be!
>{Leon}< Leon felt a... presence going by, ever so slightly touching his neck. Just imagine if it had been just a little harder, then he'd be gone, dead. Snap the fingers, that fast.
What a foolish thing, to call out the serial killer that could put him in eternal rest with one blow. Wait for the others. I want you all together...
Did he mean to kill them all? Maybe going alone would be better..? No, it was another trick after all, Tura did say it would be a waste if he was killed now, but who's to say about later, even seconds later?
He went to read the note across the wall shortly after a chill ran through him, instantly cooling the fires of his rampage.>{Watch Lieutenant}< If ya just bel'eve, then...
ev'n if th' world be torn asunder,
vict'ry will be yers to hold!
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 5:52 pm
"You can't blame yourself. Blaming yourself and falling into depression, it won't change anything.
You have to look →forward→. Remember what you have here now.
Just think; if you hadn't come here, you wouldn't have met anyone here from Elibe or anywhere else!" XXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Amelia}Amelia was ashamed that she had fallen unconscious. Yes, the news was... shocking. Horrifying. Chilling, maybe, but... to fall like that? She felt weak, like all of her attempts to grow stronger had been for naught. Amelia yawned and stretched as she awoke from her own bed the next morning. At least the day had ended... though now it was time to face the truth she had been pushed at the day before.
"Dad... you can't be responsible. You can't be. I... I refuse to believe it," Amelia murmured. She slowly undressed and suited up in dayclothes. She could put her armor on and head to the Watch house once she had finished eating some breakfast.
Amelia quietly headed down the stairs, moving towards the front room to go through it and into the kitchen. She paused halfway through, however, as her eye caught the blood spread across the wall; her face went chalky and her breath hitched in her throat.
No. No. No. I'm going to turn around and see nothing. Nothing's there. There is no blood in this room.
Amelia slowly turned her entire form to face the whole room. She took in the sight of the elderly woman and the little boy, starting to become more and more visible as the sun rose and cast more light through the windows, and just barely managed to not scream.
"...D-Damn you..." Amelia whispered. She swayed just slightly as she stared at the messages on the wall.
"...I will not die..." Amelia whispered. She could feel her blood boil as she gripped her fists very tightly. Her entire body shook in anger. Tura was sullying her father's name. He was making Kishuna help him, make everyone believe that Renault had gone against them and was the cause of these murders. Tura was going so far as to make them all mentally suffer, too.
It had to be the answer.
"You will pay," Amelia hissed, voice dripping rage.  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Graceful Spear}XXXXXXXX"What... I mean is... Being a member of the holy order doesn't mean you can't put your own wants first sometimes. The goddess is supposed to be all‑forgiving, right? You've worked hard and you deserve to do some things that make you happy.
I think she'd forgive you for it."
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 6:35 pm
Melethia had enjoyed a good meal with Roy. She smiled a bit as he left. She then turned around, walked away, and frowned a bit. She didn't want Roy to know that she was part of this big mess. She was helping Tura out. Because of that, she knew that wasn't going to help her any.
"Does Spitfire need to be a part of this?" She asked herself, hoping that Tura was around to tell her the answer. Knewing he wasn't around though. She went where she needed to go next.
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