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More accusations, more arguing. The finger of blame had shifted to so many different directions now that Breic was honestly getting lost trying to follow who was supposed to be the murderer now. And at such a loss, there was nothing left to do.

So he got up, stretching, and invited himself to sit by Salali. After all, girls needed comforting when they were upset, didn't they? And she was clearly -- well. Disturbed.

"Here, now. Don't worry about all this blame." He gestured at the others. "None of us knows who's to blame, that's pretty clear. Give it a minute, and they'll settle on someone else and forget all about you."

Kentarou rolled his eyes their bickering and half a** attempts of trying to resolve this logically was failing miserably. They were all just scared children that didn't know who the culprit was and was blaming whoever they wanted. No one here could say they don't have violent tendencies or malice thought. For some that is how they are raised and it was annoying him listening to them speak. He closed his book with a sigh he wouldn't be able to get any reading down for now.

The train attendant's face appeared to gain a faint tinge of red as attention was placed upon him. “N-now see here!” He exclaimed, his attention on Puck. “It can't be the conductor for the sole fact that there is no conductor. The train... well. It doesn't stop until it reaches its destination, and the last person to try and go into the engine room...” he trailed off, his face losing some color before he shook his head.

“As for my uniform, well, how else am I supposed to show off my legs?!” The reaper muttered something else – those near him would be able to catch the grumblings of an unhappy staff, namely the fact that today was his day off but noo, he missed the last stop and had to spend another shift on the train.

At Balum's question, the reaper turned his attention to him. “That's the thing, we can't stop the train. I don't know why there aren't any Bogeymen on, unless there is one on and we don't know of it. Either way, it's just all of you along with us hosts. As to why it's not us, well, look!” He pointed down.

At his heels. “Aside from showing off my ankles, I can't move a step without making noise. I can't move that fast. Besides,” his voice took on a louder tone, “I think we've reached an agreement. Since THREE of you were accused, I think it's fair to say that all of you are g-”

The lights suddenly flickered out. When they flickered back on, Ahikiko discovered that paper cuts are very vicious – he was suddenly covered in long gashes.

Ahikiko is now in the Injured Cabin along with all the bones from the skeleton. II-Sinister Cadaver-II, please move to the other thread. You can hear what goes on in this thread, however you may not participate in voting. You may RP in the other thread, should you wish.

After several minutes, the skirt-wearing host returned, shaken. “He'll be all right,” he announced, “But until then, no one may leave this cabin. The FEAR in the doors is now set for only my touch – I'll be escorting the accused to another cabin for interrogation, or the injured to the... injury cabin. I fear we do not have a doctor on board at this time, so at best...” he seemed at a loss.

“There has to be someone behind all of this.”


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OOC TIME:

First off, you guys have been rocking this SO HARD! That “round” was a practice round to get all of you used to accusing each other – you've done well! My only request is that you please BOLD the name of the person you're accusing in the header. Otherwise your vote won't count next time!

The next round WILL have someone going into the accused cabin. Watch out for the bezerker!

( Lumi's lookin' wide-eyed and horrified at Haku. )

The outburst from the other ghost disturbed Lumi. So forthright, so violent...if it wasn't for those very traits, the girl might have suspected the seaworthy spirit herself. But she was sure that she'd heard the pirate ghost yelling before the lights went out... Thinking about it already made Lumidee shudder. Her hands never left her lips when the lights sputtered out - and she was so g-damned scared that she almost went out with them. When illumination returned to the cabin, revealing Akihiko all gashed up, her hands visibly shook in efforts to conceal the flighty breaths Lumidee couldn't help making.

"He was just there! Just there and talking-!" Her words were soft gasps aloud, pitching into silence; they grew even quieter as she turned to the necromancer from earlier. "Did you see him? Did you see?" The phantom's fingers lowered from her lips to clutch at each other at the base of her throat. "Paper cuts!" The words escaped her lips aghast. Surely she didn't need to spell it out any further! Paper cuts all over Akihiko, who had been confronting Haku, and that big Law book he was reading had been close to Haku's hand all this time... Oh, what else could it be? Ai, Raba, the little guy was a murderous madman!

( Oliver is still uncertain, but has Haku and Kentarou in his sights. )


The monster had submersed him well enough with what conversations had surfaced that when the host spoke, he snapped in her...his direction looking wide-eyed with surprise.

All that had been said vanished as the train was left dark for a second time. Although it should have been his first instinct to stay seated, the moment the lights gave Oliver pushed away from the table and fell back in his seat, rolling across the floor before scrambling to his paws. It would be a cold day in HELL before the boy would let some attacker get a hold of him!

When everything was visible again he had managed to find his back legs and prop himself up, rising to his full height (of a mere 4 feet) to assess the damage. "Holy cow..." he murmured beneath his breath, letting his blue gaze bounce from seat to seat. He listened for a moment, catching the words Lumi churned out before bobbing his head some in agreement to...her slight implications. "There are only two of you with a book here, or at least that is all I can see." Rising onto his toes, Oliver scanned the hall for signs of literature while, as an aside, subconsciously waiting for someone to poke fun at his height.

"And the guy was rolled off with paper cuts...Unless one of you has a possessed book and it flew through the air only to land on HIM, specifically." He paused, glancing over to the side to eyeball Haku and then trail the room until he found Kentarou's seat as well. "I don't think he took the seconds of darkness to slice up his own face."

(Balumf is getting a bit nervous now, and is currently accusing Haku)

Balumf continued to stare thoughtfully at Haku. She couldnt tell if he was strong or not.
She was tempted to say Excuuuuse me. Its not like i can know your name simply by looking at you! But, that wasnt her style.
She was taking another loud gulp of water, thinking about what the... gender androgynous attendant had said, when the lights went off again.

When they came back on, she looked at the severely paper-cut warlock, then back at haku. Her fin-crest rose and her skin cried for some water to swim in... this was serious. Could she be next?

Before, he could say it was "All Coincidence" but now...
Hadn't he teamed up with that guy?
Paper cuts... hadn't he had a book? A large one?
That large book could have hit the skeleton too, now that she thought of it.
Haku... Was looking damn suspicious.
She points a scaly webbed claw at him.
"You. Dog-b... Haku. I am thinking you did this. Why, is something I can't guess, but you are very suspicious now, more so than before. I want this stopped."
Alibis were useless now. All that would help would be how he defended himself, and what his book looked like.

{It must be Puck!}

"Haku?" He echoed, pausing for a second before giving the dog demon a quick nod, seemingly using it to gesture to himself as he spoke again, "Fauste... If its a test, it would explain a lot - like why there are no Bogeyman on the train, and why the case of the exploding skeleton had to happen now, under these circumstances." He frowned at the thought, lifting his hand to brush his bangs to the side of his face. His eyes then wandered over to the ghost - the suspiciously-happy Poltergeist - who had took the bone fragment from Haku; while Fauste personally hated the idea of suspecting such a wonderful undead creature, his smile was rather... Unnerving.

"Oh? And what are you so happy about?" He raised an eye brow, eying the bone fragment that was now in the Poltergeist's possession, "You seem to be delighted with this whole ordeal... Who can't say that you're not the one who started it?"

Then the lights went out again.

"The Warlock!" His eyes widened at the second victim; the lights were only gone for a short moment... There wasn't even enough time for him to react before they turned back on again! But papercuts? What a way to get knocked out! So the attacker must have more than one attack up his or her sleeve?

He then turned back to the ghost, his expression softened at how frightened she looked, "It was too dark - but no, I didn't see anything! Still, I don't think its Haku... When do dog demons have the ability to inflict papercuts like that? Although I guess... It does look like claws that did it. And that first victim? He imploded! Think about it!"

He then turned to the acid monster, "Like I said, it might be claws!"