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 Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 9:11 am
((Back to square one; Oliver is not accusing anyone))
Alright so he hadn't been thinking straight...
There were a lot of things going against the whole 'book' theory...yeah. And those cuts were pretty extensive, well enough to have been made by claws. And the blood! Of which there didn't seem to be any on the books...? He slid his chair away from the table and settled into the seat again, brushing his fur back into place before leaning forward and into the commotion.
"I don't know, I remember one time I got in a fight with this one fish-headed super nerd; like, Super. Nerd. in every way, shape, and form. Kid was scrawny but let me tell you he knew how to wield school supplies like they were weapons of mass destruction! I took a staple to the head and a couple of stabs with a pencil but what really set me back a few punches was that damn textbook of his. Boy knew how to spread the bind and slide the pages just so they nicked and split what skin they could..." Pausing, Oliver tapped his chin...perhaps not the best time for a story...AW WELL.
"But of course that was a different situation all together. I took care of him lickety-split after that though...just saying." Reclining back, the acid-monster mauled over his tale and frowned. "I guess it could have been claw marks..." He tried to remember what the wounds looked like exactly.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 9:32 am
Puck settled for pulling faces at the train attendant - until the lights flickered and it happened again. And not even a boney one this time!
Once the chaos had cleared, Puck made a face at Fauste. "Claws? What claws?" He flicked his fingers at the necromancer. "'M a geistie."
He stared down at Haku's book, though, visibly rattled even through his cocky bravado. His theory about it going after the boney ones was shot! "Cut all up with paper. But ye'd be stupid to do it right after."
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 9:45 am
All right, so the pretty little shaman might have been certifiable, but really, who among them wasn't a little off? You didn't grow up a monster or a ghost or a shapeshifter without having a slightly "different" way of being, did you? Besides, Breic wouldn't lack for entertainment, sitting here, if only to listen to her talking to herself.
But no, that wasn't polite, and so he was about to offer a calming suggestion, something he'd read once about breathing in color and relaxing the mind...when the lights went out again, and one of the interrogators went down, slashed.
"No, no," he promised Salali, keeping his voice level. "Why would anyone want to slice you up? Or explode you? Just stay put," he suggested, then raised his voice. "Maybe if everyone would just sit and stop getting up someone else's nose, nobody else would get hurt. Did we think of that?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 9:54 am
"I doubt it'll be that easy... And I still don't think a book could have resulted in those cuts. Still, it might be useful to check the books for blood stains anyway?" He shrugged, eyes focused on Pearlie as he tried to connect the papercut-like wounds to the imploding skeleton; the two attacks seem so different! And for both attacks to have been carried out within a few seconds and in complete darkness? Seriously, what's going on?
"Indeed... If only we could talk to that warlock - he could probably provide us with a clue or two," He muttered, nodding at Oliver before looking wistfully at the door to the next cabin.
He then turned towards Puck; hey, that makes sense... He paused, hesitating before heaving a sigh, "Fine, I accept that." He was still suspicious though... He's a Poltergeist, is he not? Can't they move things about from a distance?
"Maybe, maybe," Fauste raised an eyebrow at the demon who dared to speak up - a water horse of some sort? - before shrugging again, "Although the victims seem to be rather random so far - the skeleton didn't bother anyone!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 11:51 am
(Balumf is still voting for Haku)
Balumf thought for a moment.
"Claws could be" she said, "but what if the book you have was not just pages? What if the book is more than just paper? Like... Blades?" she had heard of sentient or devouring books. She had a few back home. Why not a book whose pages were blades?
She heard someone mention how random the attacks had been.
"Two is too soon to tell if it is random." she said, "Lets hope we do not find out."
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 12:04 pm
Breic's response didn't seem to settle Salali's case of the shakes, but she did lower her voice, sounding reflective. "Why...? Why slice me? Why explode me...? What is gained...what is..." She stopped and brought her hands to her lips. Contemplative perhaps was the best way to describe the odd motion. She then blinked her eyes rapidly and slapped her hands down on the table. It was a little anti-climactic really...it wasn't really loud enough to make a statement.
"Why..." she looked intently at everyone, as if struggling for the best way to put it. "Why...take away. What is gained when something is lost? Not are bats the same color or size, but what does one gain when less are there...A bat eats more fruit or months, but what does our bat eat...? What is gotten...that something must be taken away..." She slumped back in her seat, seeming to give up on trying to communicate her question to the others. So she tugged on two pieces of her bangs muttering, "What...what...what..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 12:37 pm
"If there were blades, you probably would have heard something," Haku retorted, wondering if the book was worth it by this point. "Or I would've been sliced myself or something already." Grumbling, he thrusted the large thing out with both hands to the sahuagin, one arm trembling as hit held the full weight of the book for the few seconds it took to open it to the cover page, treading through the contents even. "Really, go right ahead and flip through. All there is is an awful lot of text and whatever it is past owners wrote in it before. I don't see any blood on any of the pages frankly. You ask me, these attacks are being done by someone with quick reflexes and excellent night vision, neither of which I have."
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 12:44 pm
"S'not natural," Puck muttered, looking darkly around the train car, though not at anyone in particular. "Someone's got special talents, like. And usin' 'em."
The poltergeist thought for a second. "Moe-tive," he said, suddenly. "That's a reason, right? Who's got one?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 1:18 pm
((Faint is suspicious of Haku))
Faint fingered his ginger sideburns, taking a deep breath as he thought. "I don't think I can see a motive in any of this. If all the attacks were the same it would be a lot easier to connect, but dismembering a skeleton, and then cutting up another student? It just doesn't have much of a connection. Unless it was past animosities?"
He pressed his lips in a thin light and flicked an ear. "I could see how it could be claws, but they'd have to be small, sharp claws. I don't know that anyone here has claws that fits that description. Unless it was his cat?" He gestured at Jack, but without much conviction. It didn't seem likely that anyone with abilities like the people currently in the room would use a simple pet to attack. "I don't know... What else could make paper-cut like marks? I'm pretty sure it had to be a book like Haku's. How often do you leave blood when you cut your finger quickly on a page? The blood doesn't well fast enough, usually."
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 2:21 pm
Jack couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow at the staff member who had been trusted to them at the beginning of this event, for the quips about exposing one's legs inthe sake of fashion was missed by the Nekogami. Lifting Zwei from his lap, he lifted his left leg to cross it over his right, the feeling in his lap returning as he lowered the feline again, having been in thsi chair since the beginning of this whole thing.
And then the lights went out, again.
This was starting to get out of hand. Or out of book, now that another coach-mate had befallen to whatever it was bounding around the room. One attack was just unfortunate. Two was a sport. Glacing around in the hubbub of it all, Jack tried to peer out any suspicious activity, any movement that was out of place with where they had all started - but since all the action and, now, two blackouts, nearly everyone was out of their seats and pointing fingers and eyes in directions they felt were the most threatening.
It hadn't taken long for someone to get suspicious enough to throw the blame on him. Turning his sights on Haku, his smile dropped a notch a bit at the verbal suspicion, before tilting his head a little.
"Oh, it couldn't have been me." He murmured to Haku, his gaze never faultering. "You would have heard me coming from a mile away, if not you, then my seatmates would have." He emphasized this once by lifting his arms, heavy with at least three pieces of jewelry each, and shook them around in the air, the sound of glass on metal ringing out around him, just loud enough that those in his area would have been reminded of glass chimes, or something to that sort. "Besides, although I am of the feline persuasion, I have no claws, and my companion has been in my lap since we got here." he mentioned, lightly in response to Faint, before leaning his hands forwards, showing very natural fingernails, devoid of any blood or skin particles that were not his own.
Turning back to the server, he looked at him critically for a moment, before raising his scarred eyebrow, something dawning on him. "Do we know why the lights keep going out though? I would assume someone has tampered with them."
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 2:36 pm
((Betty leans towards suspecting Haku, but is holding off for the time being.))
...A second attack.
"There has to be a motive," Betty murmured, half to herself. "Or... perhaps there doesn't. One attack could be motive - revenge, a personal grudge. Two unrelated attacks, that looks more like because you can." She shook her head, as if to rid herself of that notion. A motiveless killer was by far more disturbing than the alternative, for their motions could not be predicted.
She refrained from the flurry of initial accusations for now. It was obvious now that Vic was too noisy to have done it, and Jack's explanation likewise seemed to make sense; they would have heard the jingle and chime of jewelry. Haku? Perhaps. But perhaps not. There were too many unknown variables.
"Maybe it's a problem with the train," she offered in response to Jack's question. "Or maybe - does anyone here have a knack with light, or electricity, or anything of that sort? Something that could help us determine what's up with the lights?" Of course, you'd have to be an idiot to admit it... But perhaps someone would give themselves away involuntarily.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 3:27 pm
Puck shrugged at the suggestion of lights. "'F it were light, we'd all see 'em do it, yeah? 'Course it has to be done when it's dark-like."
He looked around the cabin again. "'course, there's lots as hasn't said nothin' yet. Keepin' all quiet-like. Suspicious?" he added, almost cheerfully.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 3:46 pm
(( Home! Yay~ And no accusations from Kasumi yet, though she's eying a few people. ))
Kasumi leaned over the table. "I'm with Betty. This is looking less like a motivated attack and more like it was done at random. Or without any real intention other than to maim behind it. We know it wasn't Akihito - why would he harm himself?" Kasum shook her head again. This was all so confusing. Puck also had a point in that several people were suspiciously quiet. Of course, it could have been him too!
"Yes, what about those that haven't said anything? I'd like to know some more opinions." The monster leaned back, watching several other students squirm in their seats.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 5:18 pm
Petra, peeked her jaw over her seat. There was a lot of talk going on around her about the attack. She had to say that the lights were rather odd, but for a train like this one, who knows what could happen on board.
She didn't know who to believe yet, but she seemed to agree with Betty in that is was a random attack. She sure hoped it was or else she needed to be careful who she spoke to. She still didn't know any of the other students on the train very well, and they all had a lot to say it was hard for her empty skull to keep track of it all.
She kept her eye sockets over her seat and kept listening and trying to keep and eye on her back...bone.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 5:29 pm
"There's no reason," Breic assured Salali. "No reason at all to slice or explode you. You're not hurting anyone, sitting here asking yourself questions. And you all accused like you'd been? Who could blame you if you're upset. Not me, I tell you that much. Not me, for certain."
He folded his arms behind his head and leaned back against the seat, watching the others continue to point and blame. "Maybe pairing up then," he offered eventually. "That way, everyone's got someone to back up their alibi if the lights go out again."
Of course, they might just shrug and ignore him again.
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