Go talk with the food vendor. Ask him about his hat.

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)07:32 No. 86162 ID: f98e0b
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>>86160
That appears to be the undertaker in a white striped hat. Oren wanders over.
"Hey, undertaker. You haven't seen my parents around here, have you?"
"Sorry, Mr. Loper."
"Ain't nothing. What's with the hat?" Oren asks.

"I'm trying to fit into the general carnival aesthetic going on right now." the undertaker explains. "I feel like it doesn't look good on me, somehow. By the way, Mr. Loper, you were a cute kid."

Oren looks down at himself and remembers that he is currently six years old.

>>86162
Note that the sign changes. Try to will it to something you want it to say, like "Tasty! Treats!"

Climb on the undertaker's stall, maybe thats the vantage point you need to see your parents.

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)08:05 No. 86177 ID: f98e0b
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>>86163
Doesn't seem like it does anything.

>>86165
"Lemme up on your stall," says Oren. "It's a good vantage point to check for my parents in the crowd."

"Are you sure? It may just be healthier to move on to adulthood, Mr. Loper. You can't be a kid with your parents forever."

"It's just a dream undertaker. Come on."

"Well...fine. No one's buying, anyway."
Oren reaches up. There is a silence.
"What's wrong?" asks the undertaker.
"Can you, um, give me a boost?"

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)08:06 No. 86178 ID: f98e0b
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"See them?" asks the undertaker.

Oren looks out across the crowd. He can see nothing.
"No," he says. "Reckon I can't."
"Sorry, kiddo." says the undertaker.

>>86178
Oh well. Time to grow up a bit, I guess.

Too bad...

I wonder how this dream ends? With you sitting with Undertaker? Or something more freudian maybe?

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)08:21 No. 86188 ID: f98e0b
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>>86182
Usually it ends when Oren gets waked up by a knock or Leah getting him up in the morning. Neither of which are ever particularly pleasant.

>>86181
Oren is already grown up, of course, but it still hurts to lose something close to you. Innocence, maybe. Hell, he doesn't know, he's not a psychologist.
"Cheer up, Mr. Loper. It's not all bad, growing up. There are advantages, you just have to reach for them." says the undertaker. He reaches down into the stall and puills up a shiny red apple.
"Want one?"
"Shouldn't you be selling corn dogs or something?"
"I guess. Try it."

>>86188
Well, try it.

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)08:30 No. 86192 ID: f98e0b
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>>86189
The undertaker tosses Oren the apple. He catches it and hey wait a minute. What kind of apple is this? It's... soft and squishy and... is that a ni-

Oren

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)08:30 No. 86193 ID: f98e0b
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realizes it's the left breast of his Deputy, Nessie Squires, lying in the bed next to him. She's up, if only halfway. "Honk," she notes, with a sleepy smile.

>>86193
Hehehehehehehe xD
Whos awesome? Shes awesome xD

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)09:57 No. 86214 ID: f98e0b
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"So. What's breakfast?" Squires asks as she pulls on her clothing.
"Your turn," Oren reminds her.

"I'd have to consult some kind of handbook, but I'm pretty sure it's some kind of faux pas to fondle someone then not make them breakfast."

"Whatever." says Oren. "Bacon okay?"
"When has bacon ever not been okay?"

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)10:04 No. 86223 ID: f98e0b
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"So, then, Deppity Squires," says Oren as they eat. "What is on the Official Authority Agenda for today?"
"Dunno. Usually when someone needs something they come to us. We could do our general administrative duties, or go to town and do stuff there, or make love some more," says Squires. "Hey, watch me sink this one."
"Bet you a piece of bacon?"
"Fuck you, I love bacon."
"If you miss you have to play Freebird, then."
"Fine." she says, and lets fly. The card flutters to the ground. "Dammit. Why is it always Freebird."

>>86223
At some point, that marble needs checking out.

>>86223
Admire Squire's shirt.

At least, that is the excuse you will go with when she inevitably catches you staring at her chest.

While she rocks out on Freebird, how about this: Maybe take this as a chance to get in some good exercise, practice for the job and all that? After all, if homunculi are about, you may need to swing a mace rather frequently.

And if the training eventually ends up turning into sex, hey, at least you tried.

>>86227
That's a very good point. There's always time for slacking off (among other things) later.

I think checking on that glass thing, marble, creature[ s eye, whatever you call it, could be done today.

If she doesn' want to, offer sexings as an option. Always works.

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)13:20 No. 86250 ID: f98e0b
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Oh, yeah. The marble. Oren takes it out and idly rolls it around on the table. They got an arcanist on site as part of the investigation, who proclaimed it, the sigil, and the cloak of the mage as entirely mundane. Unless he wants to play spooky playground games, the eye-marble is useless.

There's still something about it that entirely unsettles him.

>>86250
Dont worry. It unsettles all of us.

I assume whatever happened to the body, it cant be traced huh?

Better leave the glass eye in the evidence safe, or your pocket.. wherever is safer.

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)14:41 No. 86268 ID: f98e0b
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>>86233
Oren announces that they're going to hit the gym. There's a handy workout room off the barracks they can use, and after a couple of minutes of grumbling Squires agrees that it could be useful to at least warm up.

By 'go to town,' I assume you mean where your girlfriend is waiting?

Think you could handle a full-on breakup? A face to face breakup's going to be a huge pile of stress and yelling, but is the only decent thing to do. Still, it can wait a day or two. More important is investigating the scene of the crime for more clues, unless you think that's pretty much tapped out.

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)15:13 No. 86279 ID: f98e0b
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BANG BANG BANG

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)15:14 No. 86280 ID: f98e0b
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"Was that the door?" asks Squires.
"Shit, I think it was." says Oren.

Oh you guys.

>>86280
Yeah, good workout. Make yourself presentable and answer yon door. With all the shit that recently went down, you don't want to neglect work.

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)15:40 No. 86290 ID: f98e0b
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Oren puts on pants and answers the door. "How can I hh-"

Its lili, isn´ it?

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)15:42 No. 86292 ID: f98e0b
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"hhhhhhh-"
Standing in the doorway is the Hatchtown Hacker, who Oren is pretty sure should be in an induced coma at the Hatchtown Asylum for the criminally insane.

"My name is The Late Allen Arbock, and I say, are you quite alright?" the Hatchtown Hacker asks. "May I come in?"

>>86280
Was that the door or just you two?

>>86292
Oh, well damn... I guess you should, er let him in? Safer than letting him wander the streets I guess. Maybe give him a free cell?

>>86292
Late? As in...dead?

>>86292

... You need a Peeping Slot on your door chief.

Ok, so I assume this is some psycho murderer guy. He seems to have only just got out judging by the jacket (watch his hands, though - those long sleeves are probably hiding something). Still, he's only one man, and both of you are professional apprehendeers. Keep your wits about and you should be reasonably safe. Let him in, see what he's about, try engineer a way to get him into a cell so he can be shipped back where he came from.

Beware: this guy may have been released as a distraction.

He's either fuckin with you or he's some kinda zombi

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)16:54 No. 86328 ID: f98e0b
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>>86296
"Late as in dead late?" asks Oren.
"I'm afraid so," says the Hacker. "If you would perhaps afford me a chance to explain..."
"Fine. Get in here before I realize how stupid I'm being."
"Capitol! You wouldn't happen to have any blood sausage, would you? I'm feeling a mite peckish."
"No blood sausage."
"Some stale bread then, perhaps? I've a strange culinary mood today, it seems."

Oren levels his bow at the Hacker while he eats. The cell is currently occupied by a drunk they found in the middle of a road earlier. And he doesn't want to put the Hacker in a small enclosed space with anyone.

The hacker appears content just to eat. It falls upon Oren to break the silence.

>>86328
"So.
Um.
What's it like being dead?"

>>86328
Ask him what he wants. Surely he had a reason to come bother you besides food.

>>86328
Ask him how he got out of the Asylum, and what he wants.

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)17:06 No. 86337 ID: f98e0b
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>>86332
"So." says Oren. "What's it like being dead?"
"Disadvantageous, to be honest." says the Hacker.

munch munch munch

"I'm gonna be quick about this. How did you get here and what do you want."

"I'm a little hazy on how I ended up in this charming town of..." he pauses, waiting for Oren to tell him. Oren remains stony-faced. "In this charming town. I located the nearest local constabulary for help. I'd like to hire you, Mr. um..."
"Loper."
"Mr. Loper." he rolls the name around his mouth. "I need your help, it would seem."

He doesn't look the least bit dead to me. I think we need some actual proof here.

>>86337
Yeah, you don't look particularity dead, most dead people don't knock on my door for one thing.

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)17:36 No. 86361 ID: f98e0b
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>>86340
>>86345
"Now I've seen dead men, Mr. Arbock, and you don't appear all that dead to me, on account of we're having this conversation. You seem more like a dangerous psychopath."

"Well, yes, I would imagine I do look like a living psychopath because that is exactly what I am at the moment. Um, I feel as if I could be explaining this better."
"Yeah no shit." says Oren.

"In life I was a fairly gifted thaumaturgist, and in death I was a fairly gifted thaumaturgist in desperate need of a corporeal body and a favor. This one presented itself," says Arbock/Hacker with a shrug. "I say, excellent bread here. Strange how a new lease on life gives you new tastes."

Squires walks in, saying "Sheriff, sir, if we're done in the weightroom could you help me who is this guy and why are you pointing an arrow at him"

"He's a guy who came to us looking for some sort of help," says Oren. "And I am pointing an arrow at him because he also happens to be the Hatchtown Hacker."
"Oh," says Squires.

>>86361
So, ask him what he wants to hire you to do.

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)18:00 No. 86375 ID: f98e0b
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>>86361
"What exactly do you need us to do, Mr. Arbock?" asks Oren. The Hacker looks away from Squires, who is staring at him, silently daring him to step out of line.

"I say, is all this necessary?"
"You're the Hatchtown Hacker, Mr. Arbock."
"Good lord, the Hatchtown Hacker? You mean the one with the meat hooks and the barrels and the-"
"Yep, Mr. Arbock."
"Well, I certainly know how to pick them, eh? Do what you think is required, Sheriff."

"Reckon I will. What do you want, Mr, Arbock?"

"Well it's quite simple. What does any murdered man want?" asks Arbock. "I'd like to hire you to bring the man who killed me to justice. I'm fairly certain it was within the family, don't you know. I am, was, that is to say, the chief holder of Arbock Airmills, incorporated. The motive is easy enough to find. But I need you for the rest, Mr. Loper."

>>86375
He wants us to investigate a murder? That sounds like something we should be doing normally. Ah, but it's in another town, isn't it? One without a competent/non-corrupt sherrif?

>>86375
So how permanently to you plan on staying in you current abode Mr. Arbock? It would be nice to have some warning on when, or if to expect the Hacker back, if you understand?

As far as I am concerned, he can keep him.

Hey, Undertaker? Can you see if its really mr. Arbock there? Can you tell us if the Hacker will come back alive if Arbock leaves?

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)18:48 No. 86397 ID: f98e0b
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Oh dear, oh dear indeed.

Up until a week ago, things seemed to be going so right for Allen Arbock. He was the youngest CEO in Arbock history, inheriting his father's company at age 29. Now he is dead, most likely killed by one of his own (fairly dysfunctional) family, and to top it all off, has taken up residence inside the blank mind of an insane serial killer in a coma. He remembers when the only difficult part of his life was trying to convince his chef that "a little midnight snack, you understand" did not equate "a four course meal".

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)18:49 No. 86398 ID: f98e0b
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The undertaker forms, with a sound like the universe coughing, politely.

"I say, who are you?" asks Allen. "I don't recall saying this killer's corpse was a public convention."

"My apologies, sir." says the undertaker. "I am an employee of Mr. Loper's."

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)19:03 No. 86403 ID: f98e0b
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"Oh, well," says Allen. "I apologize for my, you know, tetchiness and all that. It hasn't been the most ideal of times for me, lately. Keep having an intriguing urge to drink blood and collect appendixes, left over from the last fellow who was using this body."

"Is the soul of Mr. The Hacker still in residence?" asks the undertaker.

"Well, of course it is. I wouldn't banish it or anything of the sort, I'm not some sort of necromancer." says Allen, unveiling the small, angry spirit of the Hacker. "Rather weak, though, all things considered. And dreadfully dull company. He really is fixed on burrowing down my throat and eating out my guts, you know."

"Were you planning on relinquishing control to the Hacker any time soon?"

"I doubt if I did, it could use it. There really was nothing going on up here for a while before I came in. one of the reasons I was so attracted to the place. If I'd known it came used, and just what the stains were, well..."

"Understood, Mr. Arbock."

"To tell the truth, I was thinking of making this a permanent engagement. It's good to be alive again, and strong. Even if it's in the body of a psychopath. I don't suppose Mr. Loper will consider my case, now?"

Wait, this is a world with corporations, but without guns?

Hmmn.. can he tell us how did he die?

>>86403
Yes, this seems like a good idea to me.

Ah, and my vote is, he can keep the body, if its safe. And if he can deal with living around, looking like a serial killer. And can handle the Hacker´s spirit. And the urges...

Would be better if the Undertaker made those possible risks known both to him and to Oren, so they know what Arbock is getting into if he tries to stay >.>;

Having his body marionetted would be a fitting punishment for the Hacker I guess, but angered spirits can get very powerful very quickly, if fiction serves me well.

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)19:28 No. 86424 ID: f98e0b
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"It seems likely," says the undertaker. "I'll tell him I spoke with you. Do you have any idea how you died?"
"I...don't really know, and I don't want to dwell on it, to be honest." says Allen sadly. "I just went to bed and when I woke up...well, I didn't wake up. I just remember pain, a lot of it, and then my soul was launched out of its body like an arrow from a bow." He looks out through the Hacker's eyes. "Hmm. Bad analogy."

"Are you sure you can handle the Hacker's spirit taking up the same body? There have been undead in the past who have been forced out by old souls, and anger could lead to issues."

"Undead. Such a sepulchral word." sniffs Allen. "No, I think I know what I'm doing. Not to toot my own horn, but I am fairly capable at thaumaturgy. Lot of good it did me. And it's not like the Hacker's soul isn't angry all the time anyway. I'll be safe, I'm sure. The coma was drug-induced as the Hacker's punishment, as it is with many of the dangerously criminally insane. You'll tell Mr. Loper I told the truth, yes? Will he take my case?"

"We'll see," says the undertaker, fading from view.

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)19:29 No. 86425 ID: f98e0b
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"This must be what I have heard referred to as 'one of those weeks'," says Allen.

"RRAJRFRASKGHJKL," says the Hacker.

Okay, so his story's true. The story can be true and he can still be a sonofabich. Be careful.

...in the meantime, get him a mask or something. Not that a mask will convince people he's not a psychopath.

He's in a bit of a pickle, I'd say. I don't suppose there's some established procedure for this sort of thing?

>>86433
I kinda like him. I think we should help him out.

>>86433
He does seem like a nice enough guy, and he's been pretty straight forward; why not help him out?

Seems legit. Assist the dead man residing in the crazy man.

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)20:30 No. 86459 ID: f98e0b
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[Mr. Loper?]
[Welcome back, undertaker. What'd you find in crazy's mind?]
[That he isn't as crazy as we thought. Eccentric, maybe. But not crazy. He's telling the truth and he seems like a good guy.]
[You've already saved my life once, undertaker. I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt this time.]

Oren lowers his bow. "I'll take the case," he says, feeling like some hardboiled PI as he says it. Arbock brightens up considerably. Squires looks incredulous. "Why are you trusting the serial killer, exactly?"

"Because the little man in my head told me to. I think you've already met but you didn't realize it." She raises one eyebrow. "I'll explain later."

"You don't need to, babe. I don't think you're crazy."
"Thanks."
"A little lacking in the brainpan, but not crazy."
"Who made you bacon?"
"You made me bacon."
"Forget it not, Grasshopper."

"If I may interrupt," says Arbock. "Do you have a phone I can use?"

Ask "Who ya gonna call?"

If he doesn't say "Ghostbusters," act disappointed.

>>86459
Let him use the phone but tell him he should try to avoid bringing attention to himself. If the murderer finds out that Allen got a new body he's gonna try to kill him again, probably.

>>86464
It's not like he probably won't just get himself a new one.

Now that I think about it... magic is pretty hax around here. Determined by birth, seems it can do all kinds of wacky shit, and powerful enough that this fella here may be practically immortal as long as he has a steady supply of warm, drugged up shells to hop into.

Granted this means that he probably has some fierce competition from other dead mages, but still.

Brom 2009/12/05(Sat)20:53 No. 86471 ID: f98e0b
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>>86463
"Who ya gonna call?" asks Oren.

"Ghosthelpers," explains Allen. "I had actually planned for several contingencies, murder/possession included, with an external agency." He flips open the phone. "Cloud background. Tasteful."

"It's the default." says Oren. "Who are these people? You might not want to let everyone know you're back or the killer will try again."

"Just some friends," says Allen. He dials a number, waits a minute, then says into the phone, "Password Nell-five. Murder plan four in effect. No, I didn't kill anyone, that's murder plan four. No, four. You don't need to tell any tabloids. Do they know already? What did-- a crime of passion? I'm going to be remem-- no, don't worry about it, just send the--right. I'll ask." He puts a hand to the phone and asks, "Where are we?"

"Hearthback," Squires responds, fascinated.

"Hearthback. Well how should I know? Use a map." Allen says into the phone. "Sorry. No. Okay. You too. Ciao." He closes the phone. "I'd pack around now, if I were you."

>>86471
They're providing transportation, then?

Hmm, should we leave Squires behind to fill the desk? Probably shouldn't leave the office empty.

While packing, ask how he got out of the Asylum.

>>86475
Make sure to kiss her as you leave.
And tell her to be creative if Leah comes around.

He uhh, probably wants to get rid of that straitjacket first of all.

Remove straitjacket. Get him some leper bandages. They're always in style.

Get your shit together. Got a coat you can hide a sword in?

>>86466
SHIT.

What if this is EXACTLY what happened to the other mage from yesterday? Except he used some kind of constructed body? He could be around in a claymade backup!

Don't get rid of the straitjacket. He's still in the body of a serial killer. It's best not to take too many chances.

DRUGS

The Hacker was in a coma because of DRUGS

Ensure this man has a supply of DRUGS

>>86688
If he was really devious he would have switched bodies with Squires and killed off her as him.

That right there the kind of screwed up stuff these wizards and such seem capable of.

Brom 2009/12/06(Sun)09:45 No. 86741 ID: f98e0b
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>>86688
>>86738
Possession is a uniquely thaumaturgical power. And mostly the only ones who can truly use it are thaumatrugists who have trained all their lives. Unless Oren was fighting some sort of horrific archmage, he's fairly sure he doesn't have much to worry about.

Oren packs his bow, mace, and a shortsword, as well as some clothes, and his investigation kit, with magnifying glass, flashlight, and other such essentials. Let him know if he should bring something in particular.

He and Squires share a kiss in the office while Arbock waits outside. "There's three banquets' worth of frozen food in the fridge and you have my number," says Oren. "I'll call you when I've found anything out and we'll work together to solve the case."
"Jinkies," says Squires. "Have a good time, Oren. See if you can't get this guy to show you around the finer things in life. I can handle things here for a few days."

"What if Leah comes around?"
"I'll tell her you cut off your balls and joined a monastery or something."
"She'd love that," says Oren.
"Nah, we'll just have a girls' night out or something. Get our nails did."
"I'm not sure if harpy talons can get 'did'," says Oren. Squires laughs and pushes him out the door.
"Bye, Sheriff. Have fun with Crazy."
"Bye, Deputy."

Come on, you have time for a quickie. Just fuck her right there.
Any chance could be the last, you know.

>>86741
Get going, you can have much sexytimes when you return.

Brom 2009/12/06(Sun)10:02 No. 86746 ID: f98e0b
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>>86742
Oren briefly imagines taking her right there on the desk. Probably a bad idea if only because it would send paperwork flying everywhere. He casts one more longing look at the office and turns away.

"Deputy Squires is certainly a passionate individual," says Arbock. "You make a good couple, if I may say so,"
"Thanks," mutters Oren.
"I'll try to keep your time apart as brief as possible, Mr. Loper."
"Thanks," mutters Oren.
"And we can get you a hands-free headset, of course." says Arbock.
"Hey-"
"Just making sure you were listening." says Arbock brightly.

Brom 2009/12/06(Sun)11:20 No. 86758 ID: f98e0b
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"Where, exactly, are we going?" asks Oren.
"Anchorturn," says Allen. "It's a frontier city, but a large one. Half a day or so, as the crow flies."
"Well if you think I'm willing to walk across the Wastes, you're crazier than the Hacker, and my car's in repairs right now."

"I wouldn't worry about transportation, Mr. Loper." says Allen with a grin. "When you help out an Arbock..."

Brom 2009/12/06(Sun)11:21 No. 86759 ID: f98e0b
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("These people aren't paid for their thematic timing, I'm afraid.")

Brom 2009/12/06(Sun)11:23 No. 86760 ID: f98e0b
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"The Arbocks help you."

A sleek iron landskiff slides across the horizon and stops itself nearby with the low hiss of packed sand.
"Lombardi Landskiffs," says Allen. "For the man who must compensate for nothing. But still wants to."

>>86760
"Fancy..."

sweet tits. He needs to at least roll up those sleeves though.

Brom 2009/12/06(Sun)14:37 No. 86870 ID: f98e0b
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Allen leads Oren to his car.
"The trip's about eight hours," he explains. "This is your own personal space, but you'll pardon me or the crew if we need to move about between the cabins, I hope. We'll knock first."

Oren tosses his bag onto the ground and looks around. This is pretty damn ritzy, complete with flatscreen and bed. He imagines this one boxcar is more expensive than his apartment.

"Righto. I'm going to go change into some threads that are a little less consticting. And, er, insane. My skin longs for silk, as it were," says Allen, walking to the door. "Is there anything I can clear up about this case before we go?"

>>86870

I don't think we need much. Maybe a drink if we're going for hours through the desert. Remind him to keep an eye on the Hacker, he may get stronger as the drugs that put him in a coma get weaker.

>>86870
Well, if he hasn't really got any information beyond "a guy killed him and it was probably a family member," I'd say you're pretty much good on that front.

>>86870
So with all of this lovely power and convenience about, why are you fellows still using cord-and-wood bows?

Or is that just a boonies thing?

Brom 2009/12/06(Sun)16:44 No. 86970 ID: f98e0b
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"I reckon I'm good for now," says Oren. "But, uh, not impose, but there ain't anything to drink around here, is there?"

"Of course, dear boy," says Allen. "Check the minibar unde the desk if you get hungry. I have a date with a well stocked wardrobe. Ciao."
"Bye. Oh, and Mr. Arbock."
"Yes, Mr. Loper?"
"Watch the Hacker."
"Of course, Mr. Loper."
He exits.

...Minibar?

>>86970
Check out the minibar. Don't get too drunk.

Brom 2009/12/06(Sun)17:01 No. 86985 ID: f98e0b
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Gotta be, can't you see/You x Me, OTP/Plain to s-
"Hey, Oren. Calling so soon?"
"Hey, Squires. How did you know it was me?"
"Personalized ringtone. How's the ride?"
"There's a minibar on here, Squires. And I think some of the Fudgie Bars have gold leaf inside. This is classy as hell."
"I saw the skiff."
"Impressive, ain't it? I'm not a greedy man but it makes me wish I had this kind of cash."
"He's compensating for something, babe. You don't need to."
"Now that's generalizi- really?"
"More than satisfactory."
"Good to know."

Brom 2009/12/06(Sun)17:05 No. 86990 ID: f98e0b
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"I miss you, Nessie. Well, not yet, it's only been five minutes, but I will. I know."

"Listen, Oren. It's just for a little bit. Solve the case, get the moolah, come home alive, and we'll screw like wild bunnies. I promise. Oh, and bring me back a ritzy-minibar Blastybar."
"Really? I'd never pegged you as a blasthead."
"You've never rocked the Blastybars? Back during basic training it was all I ever ate,"
"Maybe that explains why you were so damn twitchy during Archery..."

The Skiff rides away from the sun and Hearthback, and on.

Ah, this is life..

No much else to do but wait, I guess. maybe they have eight hours straight of DVDs somewhere?

Brom 2009/12/08(Tue)12:37 No. 88251 ID: f98e0b
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>>87063
Oren roots around and finds the entire Wars of The Colossi trilogy. Excellent.

He's halfway through the last one when Allen knocks and comes in, wearing makeup over the Hacker's distinctive markings. "I'd been wishing this fit me for years," he says. "I feel like the hacker makes it look fairly good. Silver lining, eh?"
"Sure," says Oren, not totally paying attention.
"I hate to interrupt the siege of Estovia fortress, but you may want to come look at the view," says Allen, gesturing to the front of the skiff.

Brom 2009/12/08(Tue)12:40 No. 88253 ID: f98e0b
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"See there? That's Arbock Tower in the distance. We're getting close to the city," says Allen.
"And just look at the sunset," says Oren, digging out his phone to get a new wallpaper.
"Oh, yes, I suppose that's nice too," says Allen. "We have reservations at Anchorturn Inn. Shall we go there now, or would you prefer to do some sort of investigation first? I can think of several leads that could lend you a helping hand."

>>88251

>War of the Collossi

>Possible Shadow of the Colossus reference

Fuck. Yes.

Someone hurry up and become a director so they can make this a reality.

Okay guys. Priorities, priorities.

First thing to do is determine cause of death, altho hes probably buried by now. We can still check the official records and see if its inconsistent with sudden pain.

Second, crime scene. Discover who had access to him, if his rom can be sniped from outside, et cetera.

Ah, and we gotta trace Arbock's steps up to the moment of his death. Maybe something unusula happened on that day? Spiked drinks? Different people?

Once we have all set up, we can dispatch the evidence to Jack McCoy and let him handle it :3

Suggestion 2009/12/08(Tue)16:56 No. 88588 ID: f98e0b
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>Skiff Docks, Anchorturn

Suggestion 2009/12/08(Tue)16:59 No. 88591 ID: f98e0b
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"My name, by the by, if anyone asks, is Jhonen Fortword," says Arbock. "We've got a pretty nice hotel to stay in but I imagine you'll be working as much as possible to try to crack this case and go home, yes?"

"Depends on your definition of nice," says Oren. "Is the body buried by now?"

Brom 2009/12/08(Tue)17:03 No. 88599 ID: f98e0b
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"I wouldn't imagine so," says Arbock, stepping on to the platform. "While the investigation is pending, it's going to be in the Authority Morgue. I've kept one ear to the ground, and it's clear that the case isn't yet officially closed. That probably means that the Anchorturn Sheriff will want to speak to you, but he can wait until tomorrow if need be."
"Sir?" says a muffled voice, and a man who was for some reason lying on the ground holds up a hotel keycard.

"Ah, thank you, Denwick. Denwick, Sheriff Loper. He's my gentleman's gentleman. Here's the key to the rooms. Of course, you wanted to investigate, first? Where to now?"

>>88591
>Jhonen

Can we call you Joe for short?

>>88599
Well, go talk to the sheriff first, if you're feeling up to it.

Brom 2009/12/08(Tue)18:07 No. 88640 ID: f98e0b
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"Sheriff Loper, I have heard nothing but positive reports from your precinct. Seems with a skeleton crew you've managed to keep the peace on a frontier town admirably for two years."

Brom 2009/12/08(Tue)18:08 No. 88642 ID: f98e0b
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"So perhaps you're wondering," says Sheriff Ferdinand Blejwas of Anchorturn, "why I'm not cracking open a brewski and celebrating your arrival."

Brom 2009/12/08(Tue)18:11 No. 88644 ID: f98e0b
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"The fact is," he says, "I felt we had this investigation well in hand until this external agency brought you in as a... what's the word? Consultant. I'm not going to pretend to smile and stab you in the back, Sheriff Loper. I consider it an insult to my department that you're here. But I'm going to tell you anything you need to know about this case, the events surrounding it, and its current suspects. Maybe together we can suss out just how this Allen got his ticket punched. And who did it."

Oren is moderately intimidated. "Look forward to it, Sheriff."

"Course." says Blejwas. "Any questions about the investigation thus far?"

>>88644
Well, I think we decided we wanted to know the cause of death first, I guess.

Brom 2009/12/08(Tue)18:30 No. 88659 ID: f98e0b
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>>88648
"Allen Arbock was hacked to death one week ago," says Blejwas. "The remains were found stuffed into a garbage bag behind a Sun Spirit restaurant downtown the Arbock family frequented."

"Hacked to death by what, in particular?" asks Oren.

"Unsure, but whatever did it did it messily. The cuts were clean, but the body itself was hacked apart into at least eight pieces. There were a few shallow wounds but most of them scythed through large portions of the body."

>>88659
WELL SINCE NO ONE ELSE IS SAYING ANYTHING

Can we have a look at, well, where he was when he got hacked to bits?

>>88659
Any suspects? Jealous family members who don't have alibis? Family members who do have alibis, but might be flimsy? Outstanding enemies?

>>88659
It sounds like he was thrown into a blender. Or some kind of rapidly moving blade.

Brom 2009/12/08(Tue)19:08 No. 88687 ID: f98e0b
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>>88669
"Any suspects? Jealous family members who don't have alibis? Family members who do have alibis, but might be flimsy? Outstanding enemies?" asks Oren.

"Suspects we got," says Blejwas. "And you're on top of it with the Family thing. The Arbock dynasty has never been an orderly one. The three prime suspects are currently:

Ordo Arbock was second in line to the head of the house. Allen's death was the most convenient to him over all. And he has the power to do it.

Celyne Arbock has ideas for Arbock Inc. By all Accounts Allen never listened to any of them. Infuriated her.

Mendel Parter is CEO of Windfall, Arbock's chief competitor. Hates them, all of them."

Jeeze. Any of them could've hired any number of people by any number of means.

>It sounds like he was thrown into a blender. Or some kind of rapidly moving blade.
Nah. Probably just chopped up to be more easily transported without suspicion.

Has the place where Allen last slept been picked over with a fine tooth comb yet?

>>88697
It's incredibly difficult to get a clean cut straight through the body. You'd need some kind of huge blade going very fast.

If he had been chopped up by someone using an axe or something, it would not have been a clean cut.

>>88745
A very shar,p, very narrow blade would make it easier. Like a katana or an extra sharp scythe.

>>88799

Arm blades, now what sort of creature is extremely strong and has large blades/for limbs?

The sad thing being, we need the person who actually hacked Arbock. From there we can hope to establish a chain that goes up to one of those three, if we do the Dragnet way.

Or, we can try to just deduce all with clues and logic. Was Oren a fan of Agatha Christie?

Brom 2009/12/09(Wed)07:04 No. 89104 ID: f98e0b
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>>88697
"Where did Allen last sleep?"

"He went to bed in the executive suite at the top of Arbock Tower," says Blejwas, sidling over to his desk and pulling out a sheaf of papers. "These'll get you generally anywhere you want to go in Anchorturn, including there. I've included a list of all the pertinent sites to the case and where each of the major suspects can be found. You'll probably want to schedule an appointment with them first. There's also enough paperwork in there to choke a bureaucrat's horse. Anyone tries to give you shit about warrants, just show them. You don't have to let me know if you find anything important but I'd appreciate it. Good hunting, Loper."

>>89104
Thank him for the help.

Then check over that "list of pertinent sites," and let's get cracking.

>>89110
oops fuck name whatever

Brom 2009/12/09(Wed)07:23 No. 89117 ID: f98e0b
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Oren thanks Blejwas, who grunts in acknowledgment, then heads for the hotel where Al-um, Jhonen said they'd meet. He takes a look at the papers while he walks.

>>89117
Get a map of the city and plot all these locations out on it.

>>89117
Well, go meet "Jhonen," then.

And then get on investigating places and talking to people, since you've got that nice straightforward list there. See if we can't get this wrapped up before too long.

Brom 2009/12/09(Wed)10:37 No. 89158 ID: f98e0b
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Oren meets Arbock in his room at the hotel.
"How went the meeting, old boy?" asks Allen.
"Well, I guess." says Oren. "Blejwas seems competent. And intimidating. He gave me this list of suspects."
"And they are?"
"Family, mostly."

"Of course," sighs Allen. "Hard to get along with such strong-willed siblings."
"Usually my brothers just stuffed mud in my ear," says Oren. "Dismemberment was generally off the radar."

"Well, it's a starting point, if it's anything." says Allen. "It's getting fairly late right now, though. Perhaps investigation could wait until morning?"

>>89158
Yeah, I guess. Ask him if he wants to see crime photos of his own body! (wait, do we have photos?)

Brom 2009/12/09(Wed)11:04 No. 89170 ID: f98e0b
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"Fine," says Oren. "Where's my room?"

"Oh. Right. Um. Well," says Allen. "We only really haveoneroomsoforthebedlet'sdoNOSES"

Brom 2009/12/09(Wed)11:05 No. 89171 ID: f98e0b
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"First!" announces Allen.
Shit.

Brom 2009/12/09(Wed)11:15 No. 89173 ID: f98e0b
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The sweet life could be a little sweeter.

>>89173
...why didn't you just ask the hotel staff if they have any spare roll-out cots?

First things first, don't talk to any suspects until after you've investigated the crime scene and the body. Check the body for poison, or possibly small wounds, as the dismemberment is likely just to obfuscate the true cause of death. I'd say look at the body first, 'cause it's not going to get any less decomposed.

>>89189
Find out why he wanted to hire an outside sheriff. Does he have reason to suspect incompetence or corruption on the part of the local police?

Brom 2009/12/16(Wed)12:43 No. 92909 ID: f98e0b
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bzzzzzzt
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Brom 2009/12/16(Wed)12:43 No. 92910 ID: f98e0b
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flick.

Brom 2009/12/16(Wed)12:48 No. 92914 ID: f98e0b
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"Loper," says Oren.
"This is the Hearthback Authority center, Deputy Squires speaking," says Nessie, sleepily. "Be advised, the Dragon is inbound. Repeat, dragon is inbound."
"Hey, Squires," says Oren.
"Hey, Sheriff," says Nessie. "Indala just called the office looking for you. Apparently she removed your number from her phone after your fight and forgot it."
"What did you tell her?"
"I didn't tell her anything, I just said you weren't around. Said I didn't have your number either. It's just a matter of time till she gets it, though. She sounded kind of- you know-"
"Do I?"
"Like bloooargh I want Oren back graaaghbl," she says.

>>92914
A pity then that this case is looking to take a while ehh? You just hang in there.

Brom 2009/12/16(Wed)13:55 No. 92933 ID: f98e0b
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"Well what'd you say to her?" asks Oren. "Did you tell her about us?"

"Ummm, no." says Nessie. "What would I have said? Oh yes, Miss Indala, the Sheriff had an itch on his penis and I felt it was my duty as deputy to scratch it. With my cooch. Speaking of which, I miss you and lil' Orry already. It's going to be really fucking annoying, making my own breakfast."

"No need," says Oren. "I froze some pancakes from yesterday."
"Did you?" she asks. "Wow, you did. This is why you're sexy, Sheriff."
"I try. 'Lil' Orry?'"
"You can name my boobs if you want. It's only fair. How's the case going?"

"These Arbocks are a fucked-up family. The Authority here thinks it was one of them," says Oren. "I'm heading out to take a look at the body soon."
"Are you gonna talk to any of the witnesses or suspects or something?" asks Nessie.

>>92933
If these people are as professional as they seem any witnesses are going to be found is a selection small bags scattered at the bottom of various municipal garbage cans.

Well, either that or very well paid off. There's a company fortune at stake here. These folks are going to be rolling in enough to keep the peace nice and peaceful.

Brom 2009/12/16(Wed)14:44 No. 92953 ID: f98e0b
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>>92935
"There were no witnesses to the murder itself," says Oren, checking the case file. "And I'm willing to bet anyone else who knows something was bribed or met a similar end, judging by how influential the suspects are."
"Then go check the corpse, by all means," says Squires. "Call me if anything big goes up, okay?"
"Okay. Love you."
"Love you too, hon."
Oren hangs up and heads out to the Mortuary...

>>92933

Is she just... walking around with her bottoms off?

I like this chick.

>>92957
That she is, but I don't think Oren was made aware of that fact.

Lets see what story the dead have to tell then Oren.

Brom 2009/12/16(Wed)14:53 No. 92964 ID: f98e0b
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...but runs into a bit of trouble inside.
"It's, um, total bullshit, what you're doing," Celyne Arbock is saying. "We can't have any sort of ceremony until you give back the um body."

"What's left of it?" asks the receptionist, who seems more interested in his lunch than in the conversation. "Look, Miss Arbock. The rules state that I can't surrender the cadaver until the investigation is closed, and it's not, okay? It's that simple. Come back next week."
"To hell with the rules!" says Celyne. "Just give me um the body so we can cremate it and be done. What the hell can you find out you haven't after, um, a week anyway?"

Oren is trying hard to keep his head down and remain in deep fascination of his hands. This has been going on for five minutes now, though, and it doesn't show signs of stopping any time soon.

Oren seems to recall the plan was not to talk to any of the suspects until he'd examined the evidence. What now?

Lay low, but if the guy at the desk shows signs of letting up, casually flash your badge/paperwork and head in without acknowledging the bitch's presence.

For all you know all three of them murdered the poor bastard.

>>92964
Her ears look rather odd. I would advise not revealing your presence to her unless absolutely necessarily to prevent the body from being taken away.

Brom 2009/12/16(Wed)16:27 No. 93015 ID: f98e0b
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>>92967
>>92969
Oren stays down and listens, ready to jump in if the receptionist relents.
"I'm not giving you the body, Miss Arbock. Nothing you can say short of solving the case will change that. Are we done here?"
"Oh no," says Celyne. "We are not, um, done. You'll know we're done when a pack of ravenous lawyers descends from the, um, heavens and darkens the sky with lawsuits. That's when we'll be done. I am not leaving."

"Whatever," says the receptionist, starting in on his lunch. "I can wait."

"So can I, buster. We'll, um, see who gives up first." Celyne says, standing at the desk. She shoots an apologetic look to Oren but doesn't move.

Shee-yit.

>>93015
Try talking to her about what's going on. If she's just gonna stand around and do nothing, we may as well gab at her. Um, take the pretense of someone who just wants to gossip.

If you reveal yourself as an investigator, you may get through. Both of them seem like they would want this whole thing over with quicker.

On the other hand, she might latch on and start pestering you for information.

This would be so much easier if you were a ninja, boss.

Brom 2009/12/16(Wed)17:19 No. 93055 ID: f98e0b
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>>93041
Oren would really like his skills from playing Hidden Blades when he was a kid to kick in at this point. Seems like it's not in the cards.

>>93037
"Uh, 'scuse me," says Oren. "What's going on here?"
"Generally what it, um looks like," says Celyne. "You've heard Allen Arbock is dead, right? I'm his sister, I've been here for half an hour, and I'm, um, not leaving without my brother." She flashes him an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry if it's inconveniencing you, but the Arbocks don't abandon their own. We may nearly bite each others' heads off everytime we're in the same room, but we, um, don't abandon our own."

"You could try taking your shirt off," observes the receptionist.
"Would that convince you?" growls Celyne.
"No, but at least one person'd be having a good time," says the receptionist, shrugging.

I spy a clue. She's got a needle mark. The relevance of this fact is debatable, however.

Ask her if she has any idea who killed him.

Brom 2009/12/16(Wed)17:43 No. 93072 ID: f98e0b
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>>93058
Mark noted. Hmm.

"The papers all say it's a mystery. You wouldn't know, would you?"

"I'm sure, um, there's nothing I know that they wouldn't," says Celyne. "Arbocks aren't exactly private people. Um. You know who I think it was? That rat bastard Mendel Parter, the one who runs Windfall. He went, um, to one of my parties I throw once in a while, and the whole time just leered at me. Left in a bit of a hurry, too. Suspicious, I'd say. Always hanging around the Arbocks, watching me. Us. And this was the night Allen died, too. They were both at the party."

"The way you want to get rid of this damn body, I'd say you were a pretty big suspect," says the receptionist.

Celyne scowls. "The Authority um, seems to think the same way. Ridiculous. Completely ridiculous."

>>93072
Well how would this other fellow, -erh- Mendel Parter, benefit from Allen dying?

Cant you just show the receptionist the papers and move on through? Try not to let Celyne know what you're doing, though.

It's not like the receptionist is prevented from letting you go about your business just because Celyne is standing there.

>>93072
"Why's it so ridiculous? You got an alibi?"

Brom 2009/12/16(Wed)18:25 No. 93086 ID: f98e0b
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>>93082
Oren certainly could. He looks down into his pocket and checks his ID and papers. He could just waltz up to the receptionist and go in to check the body. But the woman who is either the coldblooded killer or a mourning sister is standing right there. Either way, she could well be a problem if she figures out who he is. Should he?

>>93086
I rather think not, not unless, you could imply that you were seeing someone else's body? I mean you plan to investigate her later correct? She will likely remember you from either way. So might as well have your own alibi for being here, eh?

But if you can't think up a story then perhaps it would be best to wait it out or distract this rather pesky heiress into going elsewhere?

Oren should ask to speak with the receptionist privately and just step him to the side to show him the papers, and then see if he cant get surreptitous directions inside. If she asks, or tries to nose in, tell her its a private matter.

>>93086
Step outside and call the Sheriff. Ask him if he can call Celyne for a second round of questioning or something, just to get her out of the morgue so you can do your job.

>>93086
No, this is a bad idea

Not quite yet. Ask her why she's the only Arbock here trying to get the body back.

Let's see if she will just let us go in and see the body of our departed friend who got too close to the edge of the docks. Always did get some fool ideas in his head, ol' Slater, when he was drunk.

Brom 2009/12/16(Wed)18:54 No. 93111 ID: f98e0b
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>>93101
"But it seems like you're the only Arbock trying to get at the body," says Oren.

Celyne pauses at this. "Yeah, I am somehow. Um. Mom's been sort of unhinged ever since dad passed on, and Allen just made it worse. Ordo's just plain fucking petrified. he's never been any good at making decisions. He was relieved when Allen took office. I'd imagine he's um, in a little private hell right now. So it falls to me to get Allen home..." she trails off. "Empty-headed, optimistic, happy Allen. I...um. I'm not sure. Um."

>>93080
"What's Parter's angle? What does he get from Allen's death?"

"Arbock is Windfall's chief competitor. We're still ahead, despite some very interesting, um, innovations on their part. I tried to emulate their technology, but Allen didn't listen. Parter could totally benefit from a power vacancy, and everyone knows Ordo is not exactly competent. He had everything to gain, and he hates me, um, and the other Arbocks.

>>93111
She seems legit. Now, ask her what she was doing at the time of the murder. She might realize we're more than we seem at this point, so smirk a little. Tell her you're a consultant, if she asks.

I think we should start doing what we came here to do, at this point.

ehhh, I would just back off now before you seem too nosy.

>>93111

She looks like she's getting suspicious, boss. Either we should get out, or come clean.

She doesn't seem suspicious at all, although she is pretty free with the information. Oren needs to keep in mind that she is not being honest. Although she called Allen empty headed and optimistic, he was fully prepared for exactly what happened.

Ask her about Allen, don't tell her why you're here.

Brom 2009/12/17(Thu)15:52 No. 93536 ID: f98e0b
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>>93126
"So what exactly is your alibi, anyway?" asks Oren.

Celyne takes a long look at him. "You're who, exactly?" she asks.

"Loper," says Oren. "Consultant."
"You're new," says Celyne. "I personally know half the damn Authority by now, but I don't think we've met." she smiles and slinks over to sit down next to him. The receptionist sees this as a temporary fix to his problem, and heads into the back.

"How did you know?" asks Oren.
"You asked a lot of questions and didn't act like you instantly recognized me. Most all of Anchorturn does," she says. "I'm not a complete airhead, Mr. Loper. And I had, um, heard they brought in another sheriff. Anyway. I promise not to try to use, um, seduction on you if you promise to believe at least a little of what I tell you. Not that it would work, I guess. You already have a girlfriend, don't you? A good one?"

"How did you know that?" asks Oren.
"You can look me in the eyes instead of directly at these every few seconds," she says, pushing her chest out a little. "So are you going to go in and look at my brother now? Can I come?"

>>93536
That depends. Do you really think you can handle seeing your (baby/big) brother hacked into gruesome little pieces?

>>93536
"I believe you will understand if I say no. There really is not much to see, but I'm willing to hear."

Cat's out of the bag anyway.

>>93536
I don't think it would be a good idea to have a civilian present when inspecting evidence. Also, she didn't answer the alibi question at all.

Now that the receptionist is gone, you could mention the needle mark.

>>93536
It would be a good idea to gauge her reaction to the corpse, but she may not be allowed to remove or touch anything at this time.

Brom 2009/12/17(Thu)16:31 No. 93574 ID: f98e0b
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>>93545
"You didn't answer my question," says Oren. "What were you doing?"

"I was sleeping, I um expect," says Celyne dismissively. "The killing was done late at night."

"That mark, on your arm." says Oren. "Looks like a needle. What is that?"
"You think that's a needlemark?" asks Celyne, looking at it. "Hmm. Maybe. I just thought it was a bugbite or, um, something. It's been there about a week."

"Are you sure you want to see the body?" asks Oren. "Allen was apparently sliced up pretty bad,"

"I um caught a few glimpses at it already," says Celyne. "I was there at the Sun Spirit when they found him. All the Arbocks were (except Allen of course). We were, um, having dinner."

So. Is Oren letting Celyne in to see the body?

Yes, because >>93560 has a good plan.

Oren should go look at it by himself first, then let her come in later. She could easily wreck shit up in no time if you let her in with you.

>>93574

Sleeping and at the restaurant?

Something doesn't fit here...

Brom 2009/12/17(Thu)18:02 No. 93633 ID: f98e0b
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"The Arbock woman really shouldn't be in here," says the receptionist, "so I'll give you five minutes. Take a look."

Oren does so. Allen is lying, or perhaps a better word is stacked, inside a body locker. There's certainly a lot of blood.

"Oh, Allen. Oh, shit." Celyne is saying.

>>93633
HEY! I see a similar dot on his arm! Something odd is going on here.

>>93633
Find out if they did a proper autopsy, or just assumed he died from the huge cuts.

Brom 2009/12/17(Thu)18:14 No. 93643 ID: f98e0b
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>>93636
Oren takes a closer look. Something sure as hell is.

>>93639
"Did you do a proper autopsy?"
"Of course we did," says the receptionist. "Death came from a slash that cracked the skull in one solid hit." Clearly enjoying the look on Celyne's face, he goes on. "The brain was scrambled up like a fuckin' egg yolk. At least he went quick, no? The bloodstream had enough sedatives in it to knock out a bull, to boot. Your time's near up."

>>93643
Ask Celyne where she slept that night. She was probably drugged too.

Ask them what the fuck that mark is. If it could possibly be a bug bite or if it's a needle mark. Actually, make Celyne show the guy hers, if you can. Maybe he knows wtf is up with that.

Brom 2009/12/17(Thu)18:23 No. 93650 ID: f98e0b
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>>93648
"What's the mark?" asks Oren. "Right there on the arm?"

"That would be the where they injected him with sedative," says the receptionist impatiently. "Hey, are we done here? I don't want to get in trouble..."

"Wait, okay," says Oren. "Celyne, where did you sleep the night Allen died?"
"My room, um, at the Tower," says Celyne. "We all have rooms up there. Me and Ordo and Allen."

He died two weeks ago. I doubt she would still have a mark on her arm from that long ago. needle pricks go away in about a day. Her's had to be more recently acquired. Maybe ask her if she normally remembers falling asleep or if she ever wakes up during the night? I don't know.

>>93648
We probably don't want to tip our hand to fast, if she knows we saw her needle mark she could tell others. Perhaps others with the mark would hide it?

>>93652
Oren already asked her about it directly... so, kinda too late for that.

Mark on the arm. Said she was sleeping. Mark has been there allegedly one week, lining up with the time of death of Allen himself.

Ask her what she remembers EXACTLY about one week ago, and compare the two marks. Also see about running her through a blood test; trace remains of a sedative may still be there, though probably not. Bring her in for questioning as well. You can't do anything official but seeing as how you may have a lead here you can make it damn near uncomfortable for her.

If you can find that syringe, you win.

>>93650
I think we need to talk to Ordo next. Whatever happened in the Tower that night involved more than one victim. If we can talk to Celyne in private again, we need to ask her if she was alone that night. It seems that someone drugged her too.

With the way she described Mendel's behavior that night, I'm going to lean towards a rape + opportunity killing theory. We need evidence, though.

>>93651
I know its farfetched, but could've been a somehow dirty needle.

You know, like a tattoo needle. Ink stays right below skin?

Humn. Can you knock someone out with a narcotic-loaded tattooing needle?

Brom 2009/12/18(Fri)12:15 No. 93830 ID: f98e0b
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Celyne rolls up her sleeve and compares marks.
Hers is smaller and less painful-looking.

>>93656
"Miss Arbock. Think. The night of Allen's death. Did you go to bed alone?"
"What? Of course," says Celyne, flustered. "Wait, do you think someone may have..." she wretches. "When I get home I am going to take the longest shower I've um ever had. And a blood test."

>>93664
Oren can head to Arbock tower. Should he go now?

>>93830
Yes, it's Tower time.

Also I don't think I have to mention the possibility of her mark being self-inflicted to solidify her alibi.

However, the size difference could be the indication of a struggle on Allen's part. At the scene of the murder, was there anything to indicate that Allen may have fought back?

If Celyne was asleep and slipped a sedative to make sure she was asleep, her mark would be noticeably different from the same mark from an awake Allen due to the attacker most likely having to use some forceful restraint.

Another lead to pursue is find out exactly what chemical was used as a sedative. It might be something not readily available to everyone, narrowing down your search somewhat.

>>93846
If he fought back, he would've remembered it.

I think perhaps this was merely an indication that the murderer jabbed the needle in deeper into Allen. Or used a bigger needle for a larger injection.

Brom 2009/12/18(Fri)13:44 No. 93870 ID: f98e0b
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click.
"Mr. Arbock? A Sheriff Loper to speak to you, sir."

"Yes, he called ahead. Send him through."

"Very good, sir."

Brom 2009/12/18(Fri)13:47 No. 93872 ID: f98e0b
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Oren strides purposefully into the room, trying not to show on his face how intimidated he is.
"I'm Sheriff Oren Loper, pleased to meet you," he says, pulling out his Authority ID and puttin it on the desk. "I'd like you to answer some questions about Allen."

"Of course, sheriff." says Ordo, smiling weakly. He's not a big man, but he looks taller sitting behind the desk. "Ask me any questions you like, and please, take a seat. I'm told the furniture is quite expensive."

>>93872
Did that chair just appear out of thin air? I guess the furniture is expensive for a reason.

Ask him if he was in his room at the Tower that night, and if he heard anything.

>>93872
Security tapes. You must has them. Or ask for them too.

Check him for needle marks.

Brom 2009/12/18(Fri)17:47 No. 94038 ID: f98e0b
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>>93878
"The night of the murder. This was eight days ago. Where were you that night, when Allen was killed?"
"Sleeping," says Ordo. "In my room at the tower."
"Did you hear anything?" asks Oren.
"Nothing." says Ordo.

>>93891
"Okay," says Oren. "What about tapes? You must have them somewhere."
"No," says Ordo. "The tapes from that night were destroyed. Demagnetized."

"Roll up your sleeves." says Oren.
"What?" says Ordo.
"Roll up your sleeves for me." says Oren.
"Why?" asks Ordo.

You are investigating a potential lead.

>>94038
Tell him you're investigating an interesting pattern of evidence.

Further insist that he rolls up his sleeve.

Brom 2009/12/18(Fri)18:04 No. 94056 ID: f98e0b
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>>94043
>>94053
"Investigating a lead," says Oren.
"Fine," says Ordo. He unrolls his sleeves.

Nothing.

"What exactly were you looking for?" asks Ordo.

>>94043
Yeah, we are following up on a lead.

Don't tell him anything. If he doesn't have a mark, he is our prime suspect.

>>94056

"Something that you, apparently, don't need to worry about. Thank you for your cooperation."

>>94056
Hmm.

Don't answer him. Ask who had access to the tapes. Then just ask his general feelings on the matter. How he got along with Ordo, Allen, and Mendel. How the company is doing.

Can't really say at the moment.

>>94056
What about his other arm.

>>94056
He did move his hand so you could see his whole arm, right?

Brom 2009/12/18(Fri)18:21 No. 94079 ID: f98e0b
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>>94069
Affirmative.
>>94068
Nothing.

"Oh, nothing," says Oren brightly.
"It wouldn't be some sort of mysterious mark? Only Celyne was complaining about it earlier and I have one on my... you know."
"No," says Oren.
"Rear," says Ordo.
"I see," says Oren. "Can I see?"
"What? No." says Ordo.
"I can't force you to give up personal evidence," says Oren, reciting the memorized lines like a cant. "but it could impact your case considerably."
"I'm not showing you my rear, sheriff."
"Your decision," says Oren cooly. "How's the business going?"
"Well enough."
"How was your relationship with Allen?"
"He kept the place running. It was inconvenient, his death. To be honest..." Ordo lowers his voice. "I'm in way over my head at this point. I don't suppose the authority has the power of resurrection?"
"Beyond us, Mr. Arbock, I'm sure."
Oren's just about ready to leave. He wonders if he should ask anything else.

Ask him when Celyne started complaining about hers. Ask him when he first noticed the mark. Ask him his opinion of Celyne in general also. Ask him who he thinks may have been involved, if Allen had any enemies.

>>94079

The posterior is another place where needles are applied. It doesn't seem like something they could miss, though, unless it's while they sleep, and even then they'd need a bit of chloroform or something to keep them under. You may need to ask to see their bedrooms.

Either that or it's some kind of amnesia drug, or there's some magic that'd help.

Brom 2009/12/18(Fri)19:35 No. 94160 ID: f98e0b
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>>94085
"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Arbock. Before I go, did Allen have any major enemies in life? People who would want him dead?"

"I can think of one," says Ordo. "Just one."

Brom 2009/12/18(Fri)19:36 No. 94161 ID: f98e0b
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"That would be Mendel Parter."

Ominous looking son of... isn't he?

Also, I advise he head down forensics or a doctor and have that mark on his ass check out, it would help validate his story.

Do we have photos of what Allen's room looked like right after the murder, or an evidence readout or anything?

Maybe we should actually check out the bedroom and see if there are any clues at the scene of the crime.

Remember: going after who ordered the murder doesn' means shit. We need the actual murderer.

>>94410
In the real world, that isn't true at all. Solicitation to commit murder and conspiracy to murder make everyone who participated guilty of the actual murder, just like they did it with their own hands, if the murder actually happens. All we would need would be proof.

>>94414
AFAIK, we need the actual murderer to find who ordered the guy murdered to establish connection, y'know.

Brom 2009/12/19(Sat)08:16 No. 94423 ID: f98e0b
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>>94172
>>94173
Oren excuses himself, and on the way out looks into Allen's bedroom.

naturally, it has been cleaned up.

Lemmesee... Wardrobe, drawers. Anything?

>>94423
Looks like blood splatter on the side of the dresser, and one drop on the front. What's that yellow thing under the lamp?

Brom 2009/12/19(Sat)11:25 No. 94466 ID: f98e0b
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>>94433
Yes, that's blood. Looks like there's more on the side of the cabinet. Oren collects some just in case Blejwas' Authority has any forensics.

The paper appears to be a note to Allen from Celyne with a structural design from Windfall Industries on it. Looks like some sort of hirzontal airmill powered by a Windstone. It's a magic artifact, fairly easy to make but expensive anyway. Oren doesn't exactly get any of the technical jiggery-pokery. He feels even more like a bumpkin than usual.

>>94425
Nothing but suits that are starting to look a little dusty and an old paperback suspense novel.

>>94466
Any chance of it continuing behind the dresser?

>>94466
Oh wow, I think we're looking at the design of the murder weapon here. Check to see if the blood splatter continues behind the dresser.

Brom 2009/12/19(Sat)12:10 No. 94485 ID: f98e0b
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>>94477
>Oh wow, I think we're looking at the design of the murder weapon here.
Oren thinks we are. He takes the note.

There's no blood on the back. Oren wonders if Ordo knows he's checking this room, and whether he should.

Whats this windmill is usually used for, as a fan? Is it just a toy?

anyway, if there are no other clues... time to find the actual murder weapon or something.

Sorry for the doublepost, but check under the bed.

That bed looks to be flat on the ground, but there could be something under the mattress.

>>94485
What's the proper police procedure here?

>>94841
put the evidence in a bag and lock it up in and evidence locker.

Brom 2009/12/30(Wed)16:48 No. 101733 ID: f98e0b
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>>95051
Oren swings by the Authority Plaza to do that, and isn't tremendously surprised when he realizes that a cart with the Windfall logo on the hood has been tailing him a few blocks.

Straight up approach the car and knock on their window.

Brom 2009/12/30(Wed)18:11 No. 101796 ID: f98e0b
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Oren strides up to the tinted window and raps his knuckle on it.
"Okay, open up. Sheriff Loper, Authority."

Brom 2009/12/30(Wed)18:17 No. 101800 ID: f98e0b
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The window winches down to reveal a painfully thin man in formal wear.

"Good day, Sheriff. My name is Brizio, Mr. Parter's Gentleman's Gentleman. I apologize for the skullduggery. My employer would like to speak with you about the death of Allen Arbock."

Oh boy... this is probably going to be awkward... be ready to duck just in case the plan on using an alternative meaning for "open up."

Ask why you were approached in such a manner rather in a straightforward an honest way. You should probably say you will meet him later or in a different place, just in case this is a trap.

Brom 2009/12/31(Thu)07:47 No. 102223 ID: f98e0b
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>>101838
"Why didn't you just come up and ask me?" says Oren. "Why the tail?"

"I simply had to ascertain you were who you said you were." says Brizio. "And Messr. Parter strictly told me only to speak with you if you initiated the conversation."

"What? Whatever." says Oren. "Look, maybe I'll talk to him later, but this looks too much like a trap for me to just go with you."

"Please reconsider, sir," says Brizio, a pleading tone sneaking into his smooth Butler monotone. "Messr. Parter would like to speak with you as soon as possible. If I keep him waiting, he'll be moderately displeased. I assure you I am unarmed."

>>102223
Let's get a cab.

>>102223
It isn't him we are wary of, it's who else could suddenly accompany this trip that is a bit of a trouble. However, speaking with him did seem the next logical step considering where all the evidence has been pointing so far.

Brom 2010/01/18(Mon)15:03 No. 114084 ID: f98e0b
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On the whole ride to Mendel Suites, Benizio watches Oren with a sort of professional butlery disdain. The atmosphere is uncomfortable, to say the least.
They enter one of the slowest elevator's Oren has ever taken, and begin to ascend to Mendel's office.

Oren bathes in the awkward silence, lamely wondering if he should make small talk.

Ask him what exactly his function is and what he knows about the case.

Brom 2010/01/18(Mon)15:41 No. 114113 ID: f98e0b
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>>114086
"So. Um." says Oren, clearing his throat. "Brizio. What exactly is your function as Mr. Parter's servant?"
"Serving," replies Brizio.

Ah.
There's silence for some time.

"So what do you know about the Arbock case?" asks Oren.
"I know what Messr. Parter told me," says Brizio.
"And that'd be..?" asks Oren.
"To refrain from discussing the case in his absence." says Brizio.

Fun guy.

>>114113
That says something though. It means he's worried about what he might say.

>>114113
Sounds like he knows he knows something.

Brom 2010/01/18(Mon)16:28 No. 114158 ID: f98e0b
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"You know you're sounding pretty suspicious right now, don't you?" asks Oren.

"Sir," says Brizio.

Brom 2010/01/18(Mon)17:45 No. 114208 ID: f98e0b
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They reach the top floor, and the door opens with a soft ping. Oren enters Parter's office, grateful for the escape. Brizio slides out after him and takes up position on the far side of the wall.

Parter is sitting at his office chair, holding a wireless controller. The splash screen for Operation Raven blinks on a large tv in front of him. "Hi. It's Orville or something, right?" says Parter, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Oren," says Oren.

"Whatever. Orville. Owen. Orrydorry. You know who I am. How's your mother? Fine? Good. Good pleasantries. Nice chat." says Parter. "Sit the fuck down and grab a controller and let's talk shit. Let's talk business. Let's talk about about a dead Arbock named Allen, shall we?"

>>114208
The game is to keep you distracted so you can't think straight, and looking at the TV so you can't read his face. I would decline politely.

Sit down and grab the controller. He seems like a man of business. Let him do most of the talking.

>>114208
What's the title of the book on his desk?

"If we were talking business it may be more trusting to do so face to face, no?"

Brom 2010/01/18(Mon)18:17 No. 114229 ID: f98e0b
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>>114216
"How to Succeed at Business Even if you are a Drooling Idiot With a Brain the Size of Your Pinky Toe".
By Mendel Parter.

"I'm used to doing most of my talking face to face, Mr. Parter." says Oren.

"Right. Face-to-face. Mano a Mano. Must be a country thing, Osric. Here in town we mix business with pleasure, if you get my upshot. Drift. Message."
Oren thinks about Squires, waiting back home for him, and about them together. "Reckon I do, Mr. Parter. It seems like this'll just be a distraction, though."

"Pff." says Parter. "It's OpRaven. Mindless FPW fun. I conduct all my business meetings like this. Networking, get it? My little joke. My pun. Seriously, siddown, pardner. If you don't I'll only answer your questions with riddles. Or anagrams or something."

>>114229
Damn it. Fine.

You'd better sit. Sitting is good.

Big city has weird rules.

Brom 2010/01/19(Tue)15:30 No. 114772 ID: f98e0b
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>>114277
>>114233
Oren sits and grabs a controller.
"Okay, pick your guy," says Parter. The game looks like standard FPW, no surprises in class selection. Sniping guy, Bow guy, Sneaky guy, Sword guy. That sort of thing.

"So you've already talked to the Arbocks, yes? What'd they say? No hey wait, let me guess, they're not guitly, right? Neither of them is guilty," says Parter.
"Nope," says Oren, flicking through the menu.
"Well here's a shocker for you. One of us is lying, because I certainly didn't do it," says Parter, scratching his wrist.

"Sir should refrain from using the heavy crossbow," comments Brizio.
"Why shouldn't I, I'd like to know?" asks Parter.
"When I endeavor to make that selection, sir announces it is for 'faggot camping douche-wads', sir," says Brizio.
"I know that, and you know that..." mutters Parter, choosing a different weapon. "So. Looper."
"Looper?"
"I ran out of first names. You trust me?"

"of course not. I'd be pretty stupid to at this point."

>>114772
"I don't trust anyone."

"To the degree that I am sitting in your building with my eyes focused on a rather distracting screen of.. oh hey I didn't know the Amazon's alternate costume did "that" when you jumped.. anyhow.. to the degree that I am here listening to you.. yes, but at this point in time it doesn't really feel save to trust anyone on their word now does it?"

Brom 2010/01/19(Tue)15:55 No. 114785 ID: f98e0b
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>>114775
"I'd be stupid if I did," says Oren.
"Damn straight, says Parter.

Oren spawns in an office hallway or something.

"So you want evidence or proof or something, right?" says Parter, rubbing his wrist. "Ask me anything,"

>>114785
Hmm, maybe he rubs his wrist when he's nervous, or lying.

Ask him where he was that night.

I mean, you may as well work the stereotypical questions, although asking him where he was is kinda useless. I seriously doubt he'd do the deed himself.

Ask him what he thinks of the other suspects as well.

Also, try being shitty at the game. It might make him underestimate you. If he notices that you are being shitty on purpose, it means he's super cagey, and totally faking you out with his demeanor.

So you're running around in an office building killing people? Take note of the level's layout, this guy might be one of those really nutty killers feeding you weird clues just to mess with your head.

See if you can get the butler to play, too. Just to know where he is.

Brom 2010/01/19(Tue)17:43 No. 114856 ID: f98e0b
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>>114824
Oren can do that, though it pains him to lose on purpose after hours feverishly logged into Operation Jackal in Authority Academy. He got pretty damn good at that game. The sequel plays generally how he remembers. He barges through most of the doors without using the Snake Cam and doesn't shield up at all. He catches an arrow in his chest for the effort.

>>114790
"The night of Allen's death. Where were you?" asks Oren, as he waits to respawn.

"Me? I was at Miss Arbock's weekly shindig thingy," says Mendel, drawing another arrow. "Generally it's the place for everybody who's everybody. I make it a habit to gatecrash it as often as possible."

>>114822
"What do you think of the other suspects?" asks Oren.

"Let me guess. They pointed you at me," says Mendel. "I make no denial that I've got a rivalry going with Arbock Corp. They aren't that innovative, but they're fucking everywhere, you know?" He scratches, pondering. "It was only really the old man I had a problem with. When Allen took over I took it as a good sign. He was an okay guy. We actually played this a couple of times during meetings, discuss our two corporationas and where we stood, y'know? Flaming as a forest fire, but less of a tightass than Arbock Senior."

"Okay. What about the other... wait, flaming?"

"Bisexual, technically. The way he saw it, he told me, beautiful's beautiful. He even came onto me once. Told him thanks but no thanks. Hey, let me ask you. Am I your primary suspect right now?"

>>114856
Total fag. Let's not quite tell him directly who we are suspecting... wait, who do we suspect the most?

>>114856
"Not at liberty to discuss evidence, but most of everything points at you, at least as readily as it does everyone else, if not moreso. With all the conflicting evidence, it's hard to say."

Ask him if he's had any odd marks on his person come up lately, like the tiny black spot we found on the others.

>>114856
"Dunno, seems like anyone could've done it" in reference to the primary suspect thing.

Then ask him about Celyne.

Brom 2010/01/19(Tue)18:32 No. 114900 ID: f98e0b
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"Couldn't tell you who done it at this point, to be perfectly honest," says Oren. "We ain't got enough evidence to point to anyone in particular." He realizes he's slipping back into his accent and mentally corrects himself midway through his sentence. "To be honest? Most everything so far points to you. Including the testimony of the Arbocks."

"Well." says Mendel. "The Arbocks. Hell, they trust me about as far as they can throw me, and I was a middleweight champ in School B." Oren raises an eyebrow. "It's all muscle."

"Let's talk about Celyne," says Oren.
Mendel falters in playing. "What about her?" he asks.
He's distracted. He doesn't see that on Oren's side of the splitscreen he's a wide open target.

>>114900
"She says you were leering at her at the party. Then you left, in rather a hurry. Conflicts with your alibi, doesn't it?"

Kill his archer guy.

"So, what's with all the following and creepy butler stuff? Did you bring me here to say something or to pretend like you aren't incredibly suspicious?"

Brom 2010/01/19(Tue)19:08 No. 114943 ID: f98e0b
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>>114901
"She says you were leering at her at the party. Then you left, in rather a hurry. Conflicts with your alibi, don't it?" says Oren, as he impales Mendel from behind then thinking about how suggestive that sounds.

Mendel is quiet.

"And why did you bring me here in the first place? What's with the creepy butler and the car? Do you not already know you're suspicious as hell, did you want to just show me something?"

Mendel finally speaks. "Talking to you, y'know, it makes me realize, I'm pretty damn guilty-looking, huh?"
Oren nods.
"Suspect number one. Mendel Parter." says Mendel. "I don't- I can't- jail, man. I didn't do it. I- okay, Loper, Celyne had reasons to say what she did, okay. I need to tell you something but you can't tell anyone else. Not even-hell, especially not an Arbock, okay?"

Oren opens his mouth, and Parter interrupts. "No, I don't give a shit about rules. You and I know you don't have to tell anyone, not if you don't want to." Oren starts to speak again. "Not Blejwas, either. Ever wonder why you were brought in to this investigation? Guy's as crooked as a fuckin' punched-in smile.
Do you promise this is between us? 'Cause if you don't I'm saying nothing about why I left and you can arrest me and you'll get the wrong guy, I promise you."

>>114943
Only if his excuse isn't something else illegal.

"Okay then. Talk."

Alternately, explain that you are a sheriff, and you aren't from here. Your only real concern is with solving the case, not some crazy big city political bruhaha.