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Azrael chooses path A3

Azrael had watched Erilyn silently. He had hoped that they were not this bad, he hoped that they were just being framed for something. But, the words that came from the greenblood just indicated more and more how underhanded this troll was and finally when Erilyn had left through the curtains. The young blueblood felt a sense of panic as the gas started billowing out of the paintings. The entire thing had been a set up?? He felt a surge of what could only be anger towards the greenblood. There were trolls he cared about at this party and Eri-- no, Awassi could end up killing.
The first thing he had to do was try to stop the gas, he figured that maybe there was a button or a panel that would stop the gas. After that was stopped he would feel more comfortable chasing after the greenblood and bringing them to justice.

"come on, come on!"Azrael frantically ran his small hands over the walls in order to find the switch, blocking out the shouting and screaming that was going on in the background.

Chiara Moteku
xxxxxRescuing?!
Chiara's eyes lite up. This troll was far more than she originally thought. How cunning and brave, to trick them all here, in this room, and kill them all at once. How efficient. Yelling was happening all around her, she could barely think what to do in all the craziness that was around her. It was almost surreal. It was Hazmas's yell, of all things, that brought her back. He was trying to fix the situation. How sweet. Chiara looked at all the chaos around her, adults and children running around everywhere. Well, Hazmas was a better troll to try and find the switch on the wall, she might as well try and help the rest of these losers out.

Tigwyn Ioyana


“s**t.” Tigwyn was up as soon as Erilyn’s voice changed. He dropped his cigarette and stomped it into the ground – no use lighting up the room with a loose flame. When he looked back up, the room was in chaos. The other suspects had split. He shot a look to his left and right and clapped his hands together. “Nothin’ like Alternian homeworld politics. Y’all are goddamn nutty,” He mumbled, and quickly looked towards the remainder of the guests. Queen included. Many were scrambling towards the walls and curtain – a trainwreck if he’d ever seen one. At the very least he could remove some of the less physically adept trolls who were bound to be in serious danger. “Oi, over here!” He released a sharp whistle and suddenly a crackle of energy surged through the room.

Tables split in half and a chair smashed through the door into the nutritionblock. A sizzling hot red spear, still forking with psionic energy, dematerialized where Tigwyn had created a pathway. The orangeblood winced and rubbed his temples. He looked to and fro amongst the frenzy and found a surprisingly put-together little orangeblood trying to do his part.

“Hey scooter,” Tigwyn called. He paced towards the kids and gestured towards the busted up exit that he’d created. “You gonna lead these troops out of here? Y’all can head down that path if y’aint too busy feelin’ up the wall. Let’s go, kiddos.”

[Psykgi chooses option A4]

Psykgi had enjoyed the show, and the accusations, and Leeroi's competence (it was nice when he got to show that off in public!). Ma'am was distracted with the situation and the crowd and the perfume (which messed an awful lot with her pheromone communication) and so couldn't stop her from staying and watching... Or, when things went sour, not running for the exit.

Instead of the logical option of getting the ******** out of there, Psykgi decided to try to pursue... and, honestly, why not? Obviously it wasn't Erilyn that had done it – Who would be so stupid as to commit muder in their own hive, at their own party, with hundreds of guests? Not Erilyn Awassi. Not any of the lowbloods either – gosh, if you wanted to kill a highblood, you do it away from other highbloods. That was just good sense.

No, someone wanted to send a message, someone who felt comfortable – even wanted – to do so at a party. That, according to Psykgi's understanding of trollian psychology, meant a highblood. Gerard was too obvious (but not ruled out) and the juggalo... well... They did whatever they did.

So, Psykgi decided to pursue the truth... or, rather, to see where it took her. Because if there was one secret passage in the mansion, gosh, there had to be more wouldn't there? And maybe the answer lay... there.


(10/10 Sleuthsparks)

[+] Kursha Vidari

Selects: Path A2
Sleuthsparks: 10/10

Awassi's words only confirmed Kursha's thoughts. He had suspected from the start that someone had been trying to play them and he had been determined not to fall prey to their games. With so many over-lapping mysteries and pieces of evidence though, he had nearly become another unwitting pawn. Maybe in a way he had. He did put a tally under Awassi's name after all. That did not mean he believed it though.

Even if they may or may not have been trying to kill everyone.

As gas filled the room, Kursha jumped to his feet. For some, the booby trap only further damned Awassi, but he knew better. Any troll worth their salt had at least a few traps scattered around their hive. Especially one as high profile as the greenblood.

Kursha scanned the room. Several trolls had gone in pursuit of Awassi, while several more tackled the wall. A few, including Tigwyn, attempted to round up the others to help the escape. Kursha thought briefly to Lorata, Alifax, Elidae. Alifax could manage by himself well enough, but Lorata and Elidae... He made his decision in a tenth of a second. They would be fine. Plenty of other trolls had decided that now was finally the time to put their sniffnode to the grindstone and cooperate. He would get to the bottom of this in the meantime.

Springing in the direction he had last seen Schrad, Kursha barrelled past the kids still scrambling around for their bearings, and tore out of the rumpus block.

Sarcel watched cautiously as each troll went up, striking down a tally one after another. Erilyn, Erilyn, Erilyn... Sarce wasn't... someone who was especially optimistic. She wouldn't go out so far as to say that she believed in the greenblood, no. But the fact remained that while they were an Alternian criminal, there... there just wasn't any substantial proof when it came to the murder. She couldn't vote. Not enough was adding up, even though the fact remained they were running out of time.

Not that it mattered, because majority seemed to have come to a conclusion anyway. Sarcel watched Awassi rise, give her spiel. Her eye twitched at the mention of the sedatives. Was that... was that ethical? A small part of her realized that it was really very practical, but that was... wrong wasn't it? Entirely wrong? Her mind flashed back to images of Sir, barking out orders, raising his disgusting scarred hands; would she have eventually caved to similar methods? Not that they were anything. The more she thought about it, the more she started to doubt that they were even comrades. Despite how hard she tried, how much effort she put into trying her best, it was never good enough for him. It pushed her. It still hurt.

There was something uncomfortable welling in her chest at this unsightly realization. Thankfully, there wasn't enough time to dwell on it. Not so thankfully, it was because Erilyn decided to spill toxic fumes into the room. Lovely.

Sarcel grabbed her mask with lightning quick reflexes, popping the wings off of the object before snapping them to her boots. Ordinary fashion garments one second, pressurized shock distributes the next. She came into possession of the objects shortly after the incident in the swamp. It was a lesson in being prepared.

Practically lunging out of her seat, Sarcel soared over some of the furnishings that had already been knocked astray. It was pandemonium to say the least, but Sarcel only had familiar faces on her mind. A quick survey of the area offered little insight; she didn't see Alifax, and she only caught a glimpse of Tamiya thanks to her excessive garb, and by proxy Eostre next to her. Around her, kids and adults alike were scrambling for the exit while others charged towards the wall. She opened her mouth to bark out an order, but stopped herself.

Hell, it wasn't her problem, right?

Even though she felt did feel partially responsible. Whether she found the children obnoxious or not, they were all on the same side, and every mission was a team effort. She gritted her teeth; but there wasn't enough time!

Augh, ******** it! She had to go. Everyone had to go! "Come on come ON!" She hollered above the chaos, trying to hastily wave others towards the door as she bolted there herself. Her feet were fast and light, speed unmatched, that much she was confident of.

"W-Whoa!" she came to an abrupt halt, nearly tripping over herself as she narrowly dodged around a tiny yellowblood, instantly recognizing her from before. She felt something lift with relief; she might not have had any personal connections to the child, not like she did with Alifax or Tamiya or Eostre, but it was good seeing her alive, breathing, kicking.

"I-It's you!" her tone was incredulous, but assured "I-It'll be okay! S-Stick with me."

In the heat of the moment, Sarcel had forgotten a lot of her fear. It was replaced by pure adrenaline alone, and as the blueblood reached into her jacket pocket she produced a long silver knife that she had snagged from the nutrition block. It wasn't the only one she had, and it was certainly one of the smallest. It was merely a safety precaution. Insurance. She placed it in the yellowblood's hand while reaching for her other.

"Still k-kicking? B-Be on guard!" turning over her shoulder, she gave another uncharacteristically loud LET'S GO!

Sleuthsparks: 10/10
Choice: A1

A.4] Regina joins in the hunt!
10 ✦sleuthsparks✦

Regina had, in her personal opinion, done a damn good job of staying out of things. She had only stepped in and put a hand down when the circus had threatened to start erecting tents. For the rest of the party she had been modest, quiet, and unobtrusive to the best of her abilities. This event hadn't been for her, it had been for her guests, and whatever happened she had been determined to keep it that way. Now though, things had changed. As Awassi had begun their slow pace and speech, the empress had watched with narrowing eyes. As the greenblood had passed by her own seat, her hand had rested briefly on her sabre, ready for a sudden swing. But no, they had passed around quietly enough only to swing at the entire room and vanish. The other shoe had dropped - and the queen was out of her chair, over the table, and through the curtain after the greenblood without a single glance at the rest of the room.