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A...lost pill?

Alifax remembered that from the chart, actually. He winced, slightly, but bent to pull two items out of his bag anyway. "We can compare with these," he said, nodding. He smoothed out the saccharine note on the table, and placed, next to it, the highly suspicious scroll and the record.

The 'scroll' was an incredibly small piece of calligraphy. On it was the cryptic message, "id like 2 speak w u about corr. files." in a strange jagged calligraphy. The record looked pretty devoid of handwriting, but on one side were some annotations in loopy font. It looked like it'd have played when placed in the Victrola. The note was heavily perfumed and seemed to be bleeding glitter, and discussed an intense to say the least, appreciation of Awassi's talents.

Huh. Who lived in Chittentown? He thought about what he'd read about Awassi. "Here's most of the different sets of handwriting I was able to identify," he said to Hazmas. "I also have a sample of what looks like Epratt's, in that red envelope." He indicated the ones Kursha and Lorata were currently examining. "But..." he glanced over the gift tag with light interest. Was it similarly illegible?

Then he bent over Sarcel's evidence to see whether - oh. The 'mirthful' handwriting was certainly interesting, mostly because he hadn't seen it before. "Yeah, it was in - that yellow folder," Alifax said, nodding over at it. "The handwriting was similar to the, ah, list you showed me, as well as to that found on this record." He examined the postcard, too, though. "A phoenix is a firebird, right?" he said slowly. But the name didn't sound familiar at all. "But I can't imagine what it might be." A lusus, perhaps? What would Marian want to keep hidden?

Sniffing the dust was one of the worst things Eridia could've possibly done. The child felt woozy, she wiped off the sweat on her forehead. "I don't feel so goooooood...." She said, trying to hold down all the faygo she drank until the couldn't. With all her might, Eridia rushed over the ablution block to feel better. After that, and possibly leaving the mess for someone else to clean, Eridia sat down and her father fanned her to regain her breath. She seemed fresh as a daisy, as fresh as a dead daisy could be. Her back was against the wall and her clues on the child's lap.

Feeling better my dear? Here, have something to wash down your sorrows. He passed her another cup of faygo and her eye twitched.

Eridia was about to rant to Lovedad when Chiara sat down next to her. The determination and frustration she had was noticeable, very noticeable. Wasn't she having a happy investigation time with the losers? Apparently not! She couldn't help but smile at her comments, there should have been more than one murder. "All... All I want is to protect Gerard.... I don't want him to be accused of culling. I don't know if you'd...."

Such unnecessary drama and indirect approaches. She fixed her hair and handed Chiara her clues with a genuine smile. She came back, even if she didn't apologize, Eridia thank the world for kicking her think pan a few times to approach her. "From what I know, Erilyn and Comedi are Morails while Gerard and Epratt were Kismeisis. Gerard had been involved in five consecutive blackroms with the other side mysteriously disappearing. Shcrad says there's something wrong with him and that we should keep away from him. But I can't. I promised I would help him...." She trailed off as well and smiled weakly.

"I found some coordinates.... a picture of Awassi's unit and a silver necklace with some dust. Careful, might make you sick if you smell it." A light chuckle escaped her lips. This sure felt nice. Without thinking twice, Eridia hugged her friend. Tears wanted to stream out of her eyes but Chiara would probably laugh at her.

Forgiveness is not about forgetting. She didn't forget about the Gerard incident but if felt like its was the right time let go of her throat. Her forgiveness did not make their relationship heal itself. Unless they spoke the truth about what they have done and change their mind and behavior, a relationship of trust was never possible to achieve. She was wanted to release Chiara from her previous judgment, but without true change, no real relationship could be established. It wasn't a requirement to trust Chiara because of such forgiveness.

But should they finally confess and repent, they'd discover the miracle in their bloodpushers that allows someone to reach out and begin to build between a bridge of reconciliation. Forgiveness does not excuse anything. Declare your forgiveness a hundred times the first night and the second night, but the third night would lessen things and each night after, until you will realize that you have forgiven completely.

Maybe they could put the drama to rest. After all, no one else would approach her. Eridia needed someone there and then.

Eridia mumbled an apology for the hug and wiped her tears away. "Took you long enough. You know how BORED I've been?

"Let's solve this mystery s**t and go back to my hive. You left your stuff there after all!" And there was an unfinished business to attend to. A real apologize. A good friend, a good prank, and a sleepy conscience: that was all she wanted right now.

Meanwhile Lovedad stood there, shocked.

The actual clue was Epratt and Comedi argued, and Awassi was in the doorway. If the change was intentional, disregard this post.

"Eostre, Tamiya! I am so glad to meet you! Elidae practically cried, clasping her hands together, but then gave a knowing look to Tamiya. "Well meet you again, Miss Aiguma." Putting names to faces brought her such a pleasant feeling. Both highbloods were spectacular and regal, the familiar one standing tall and handsome, the attractive, tiny one's warm smile igniting her pumpbiscuit; she felt appreciative of both cordial welcomes.

"Please do!" She said in response to Tamiya. As the juggalo purpleblood expertly put together the shredding document, Elidae watched in amazement, uttering a few "Ooo!"s and "Ahhh!"s. When she spoke of Comedi, Elidae looked up at the suspects, confirming her words and noting that he was indeed missing. The loud and squalling purpleblood from earlier was unaccounted for, as well. Strange, but Elidae thought nothing of it. With a wide-eyed stare, she felt more entranced and distracted by Tamiya's manner of speech and word choice. After a moment, she piped up, "No danger, Miss Aiguma!"

Suddenly in her sight was a familiar blueblood, walking up to the trio as indifferent and lukewarm as ever. "Oh, hi, Azrael!" She greeted cheerily, waving at him with both hands. Their meeting at the bookstore had been pleasant enough to warrant a positive welcome. Upon his inquiry, Elidae looked up at Eostre and Tamiya, then shrugged. "I dunno, we're all working together on this, right? I don't think its an issue." She offered him an amiable smile.

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Leeroi nearly fell forward onto his blood tests, listening to Aconan's clues. He had thrown out the idea of a rainbowdrinker at the party, thinking it ludicrous. An obsession with rainbowdrinkers, makeup, a dark hive, a purse literally filled with blood... It seemed impossible at first, but now it seemed like the only thing that was possible. Everything made sense like this. But this meant... if Comedi had killed Gerard, then he maybe wouldn't be dead? Leeroi massaged his cheek, thinking hard.

"Say, fangirl," Leeroi addressed Aconan. "Take a look at this purse," He slid the purple-trimmed purse to her, vials and all. "Since you seem to know so much about the guy, Gerard— tell me, does this look like his?" Leeroi stepped back, folding his arms, waiting for a response.

"Because that purse was filled with blood vials," Leeroi pointed, watching her reaction, "So unless this guy's some freak who's really into roleplay, we probably have a genuine rainbowdrinker on our hands." He finished his explanation, putting his hands on his hips and looking at his other peers for their opinions.

[+] Kursha Vidari

“Hmm...?” Kursha's grin widened, but he did not press the matter. Even though he would have liked to know the type of troll that assisted Alifax, that could wait. After all, they had an important investigation to get back to.

He selected a piece of paper of the seadweller's lap to examine. “Firebird project?” he echoed. He heard a second voice speak in unison. Looking up, he saw a familiar blueblood approach: Sarcel. He tossed her a lazy wave, fanning the paper through the air. He had wondered where she went. From what he had seen so far, she appeared to be permanently attached to Alifax at the hip. To be honest, their relationship had made him a little jealous. Maybe they were not as close as he initially thought.

He nodded after Sarcel spoke. “No doubt about it. The Phoenix Initiative was what Akko called the her band of merry men; the rebels we chased down in the swamp.” He tapped the envelope with a nail. “I gotta say... Makes me curious how recent this correspondence was.”

The cheerful troll was kind of like a tonic at that point. Her cheer lifted his drained spirit some and he couldn't help but wave back. "Infectiously cheerful as ever I see," Azrael commented with a nod towards the energetic yellowblood. "How are you doing? it feels like it's been ages since the bookstore," he let out a cough, this was not what he was supposed to be doing. He figured the teaparty chatter could wait, but it felt so much better than being shouted at, kneed in the face or something akin to that.

The young blueblood shook his head and began flipping through his sketchpad to find his notes to share, "You would be surprised how many are turning this into a game of sorts, a test of leadership, an act of revenge or something to entertain their fancies," Azrael finally found his page and looked back to the yellowblood. "Priorities are a mess here, just about anything goes as far as anyone is concerned," he brought out a colored pencil from his satchel and prepared to take notes on what he saw. "I'm trying to spread the information gathered so that everyone is on the same page and we can move the pace along,"He took note of the glass with the smudge and opened his mouth to speak when an older troll walked over and began talking. He made note that the troll's name was Alifax and he was inquiring about some photos. Azrael tried to get a better look at the photos to see if they were anything he should know.

At the mention of handwriting samples, Azrael became very interested. There were three things that needed handwriting verification. Namely the notes and letter Leeroi had been studying when Azreal had gone up and offered to help him out. "Handwriting samples...Yes, I'd like to see them if I may. We have a letter and two notes that need identifying, by we, I mean those of us gathered at Leeroi's table,"

Each of the photos do appear to have physical similarities - they all appear to be from the same camera. On the back of each, written in a small corner is a number that seems to have been written in the same ink. They're so small - it's hard to make out the handwriting.

The pictures themselves do not seem to be of the same troll, and the ones in the plain envelope are much older and from back when this town was known as Old Hemisect - while the red envelope photos seem to look like they were taken in the newly rebuilt Civisect City. One very blurry and hard-to-pin down figure in a red envelope photo does seem to be sporting a magnificent moustache.