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"Whatever." She rolled her eyes and rudely took the glowstick from Hazmas. Her hunch had to be right this time. With a long sigh, and after much time wasted looking at the crest, Eridia decided to stop. Why was this so hard for her? Normally conducting investigations on others was easy for the child but this wasn't. She was so out of it tonight. Was it because of her healing injuries or was it because she wasn't putting her all? She only had her assumptions, no valid clues whatsoever! Which was excellent. Very excellent. She could now focus on what's important. Eridia hid her notes well near the crest when the moment was appropriate. It was necessary, risky but necessary.
Another deep sigh with her clenched fists as the child straightened herself up. This night was all wrong. Murder happened and she had no clues. "Anyone else found something useful?" She shouted and arranged her hair rather distastefully. Totally not fair.

Eridia did had to admit, the greenblood could be useful and she had to return the glowstick to its rightful owner. She approached Hazmas with a smile, her most deceitful one."Thank you..." She was about to hand him his light source back, when she turned around and gave it to her father, so he'd keep an eye on her newly claimed stuff. "...for giving me this to me!"

Alifax had nodded when Eridia had spoken to him, and he realized only as she and - another troll, who looked familiar but not that familiar walked into the trophy block after him. "Did you mean the chandelier?" Alifax asked, raising his eyebrows at the small purpleblood. "I'd..." Actually, yeah. Everyone here was a child. He needed to review his own notes, but he could be back shortly to help her. "I'll help you get a chair over when I'm back," he said, shrugging, before -

A tiny hand tugged at his shirt, and he winced. "I don't have any lights," he said, because lights weren't really the sort of supplies you brought to a party, and setting a fire here would only get him blamed for it. Also, well, from what he'd seen of this troll...letting her know he had any extraordinary abilities would mean she'd assume they were hers to use. That wasn't really Alifax's style. "You should try asking in the central hivestem," he shrugged.

That was when the other one spoke up, though. Alifax had to hide a wince as he actually heard the substance of the guy's words, but he supposed it didn't matter. He was out of here.

Luckily the purpleblood had a short attention span, and the greenblood didn't seem to have even noticed his existence, and he walked out of the ballroom as they did...whatever they were doing. On his way through the ballroom and out of the southern outgrowth, he passed Hemera, tinkling at the piano. He wasn't going to bother saying anything to her, though. He thought he'd spotted Sarcel: maybe that might be where to go...

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xxxxxx Trophy Block
Giving an irritated huff, Hazmas returned his gaze to the bizarre taxidermy sculpture in front of him. He tilted his, squinting as he scrutinized the statue, and tentatively padded the statue with the tips of his fingers. In reality, the thing looked like someone mashed a bunch of lusii together and called it "art". Even the texture of it felt funky! After several minutes of searching, Hazmas felt something that brought a smile to his lips.

"Yeah, I think I did!" he said snidely, slipping his findings into his coat sleeve. "But I guess that just comes with being an expert treasure hunter."

His grin broadened but stopped when he noticed something wasn't quite right with the present highblood. Even though Haz didn't really have anything more to go one except his own sparse experience, it seemed that Eridia was a little more out of spirits than could be assumed. As far as he knew, disagreeable circumstances were met with equally disagreeable outburst. But two sighs in the same sitting and no insult to follow? Something was definitely up.

Was it because she was a highblood and she was being affected by the sea-dweller's death? Was she just tired? Or was it something else?

He had almost opened his mouth when Eridia approached with that smarmy smile of hers and spoke. Whatever possibly curious or sentimental thoughts the young greenblood had flew out the window as a fresh surge of rage colored his cheeks.

"WHAT!? YOU LITTLE SNEAK, THAT WASN'T A GIFT! THAT WAS-" the troll's clenched his fists, his eyes bulging with rage until he forced himself back. Despite his attempts at keeping his temper, he couldn't help the semi-furious glare that had plastered itself onto his face. He knew she was having trouble, he knew something was up, but even purple blood issues didn't condone the taking of his stuff - especially his last glow stick!

Taking a noisy inhale through his nose, Hazmas raised his hands and took a few steps back. "Y'know what? We're good, we're fine. I get a clue, you get a luminescent tube. We're even. Though why you're doing scrounge work when you should, I dunno, be bossing those high-blooded caste mates of yours for clues instead, is beyond me!"

With a frustrated scoff, the young green blood turned his attention to the taxidermied antlerbeast-head. He was still fuming, but taking it out on a highblood, even the one who made him angry was still not a good idea. Perhaps focusing on finding more clues could provide some needed distraction? The records case seemed in pretty good order, though the idea of somehow getting into it was more than a little tempting. Maybe a pin in just the right place, or a clip in just the right seam?

More reasons why he should add a party-satchel to his attire the next time he was invited somewhere.

The pop-eyed antlerbeast stares right at you, mouth agape. On a hunch, you reach into its mouth. [!]

You take a look at the records case. You can't get inside, and everything seems to be in order.

Exploring: Trophy block > Ball Block
Dectective Tsifer is on a break.
Investigation: 0/3 (North, South)

Yep that records case was sturdy yet that didn't mean she couldn't play pretend for a second longer. "I feel like the whole room's spinning and I might throw--" Then Eridia heard a familiar voice. The child stopped and blinked at her friend. "Oh Chiara! Where the heck were you?" She said flipping her hair and approaching the blueblood with a smirk. Eridia tilted her head when Chiara papped the greenblood's sniffnode. "You know stinky here?" That was... unexpected.

"I mean, damn! You should interact with better-- UGH! The point is-- THAT MUSIC'S GETTTING ON MY NERVES."

Eridia could still hear the old troll music. Lovedad seemed to enjoy it, Yet, as majestic as it was been played, it was starting to bore her to sleep and also annoyed her. "THAT'S IT!" The highblood stormed out of the trophy block and into the ball room she went, just to see a familiar figure. A kid, a tealblooded kid.

"Hmm.." She stared at her for a few seconds, wondering how she should interrupt her. "HEEEEY!" She shouted, tapping the other's shoulder repeatedly. "COULD YOU STOP THAT? I'M TRYING TO MAKE A POINT HERE!"

Chiara Moteku
xxxxxInvestigation
Chiara startled at Eridia's loud yelling. Obviously she was in quite a tiff about something. When the purpleblood shouted and tapped the tealblood Chiara called from behind; "Take her down Eridia! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!"

Sadly there were things to do, and Chiara was running out of time. She felt a little guilty running off and missing such a promising scene, but responsibilities were responsibilities. Off to the Central Hivestem for one final job.

Hemera fiddled with the piano some more, only pausing when Alifax passed by. Ah, so it wasn't just her in here! Good. It would be rather spooky otherwise. With a murderer on the loose and all? Yikes indeed. But, like that, the redblood was gone, and she gave him no more attention than he did her. She continued checking out the instrument until something more cacophonous than her own amateur attempts at classic music came about.

Someone came in, yelling, sounding annoyed. Hemera looked over, recognizing the voice some. And those horns....yes, who was this? Someone she had seen before, she believed. In the meantime, she was shocked to find ire focused her way, and shrugged off the tapping on her shoulder with slight irritability. "Yes? Is yelling in my spongeclot absolutely necessary?" Speaking of manners, Hemera herself stopped at once. "I did not believe anyone else was here, so I apologize if I interrupted anything."

She took a moment to turn towards Chiara before the blueblood fled, glowering some. "This is not the place or time for violence for the sake of it. I'm not going to fight anyone." She looked at Eridia again. "Now, is there something you need?"