CASINO EVENT ; NIGHT VII - SUBPLOT
Who: OPEN
What: we've a got a mystery to solve (c'mon scooby)
Where: Casino (various)
When: Night VII (7 --> Two days after the murder)
( PART I )
What: we've a got a mystery to solve (c'mon scooby)
Where: Casino (various)
When: Night VII (7 --> Two days after the murder)
( PART I )
Maybe he wanted to prove that little brat wrong about the uniform, that he was still Giglio Nero, that he was still who he was even after all he'd done. Maybe it was because he couldn't accept, that it had knocked the wind out of him to hear that Colonnello was dead, the first time and now, and he'd gone sheet white and his fingers trembled when he reached for the nearest bottle and hurled it against the wall.
He'd never wanted this, killing strangers was one thing but one of the Arcobaleno, how could he...
Didn't matter. He was here, for all the excuses he could make up, even if he had to lean heavily on the walls every now and then to catch his breath. The security was stupidly lax, like most underpaid and under-trained security were, which was good because there wasn't an inch of him under his jacket not covered in bandages. There'd be no fighting his way out if he got caught.
...which again begged the question of just what the hell he was doing here, until the memory of Lal's muffled sobbing over the stupid communicator came back and he gritted his teeth. Fucking Colonnello.
Looking around the scene itself told him jack shit, except that the bodies were gone, and that didn't entirely surprise him. Even if this had been an ordinary place the bodies would've been removed. But there was still something else he was missing here, and he patiently searched floors.
Nothing, nothing, more nothing.
Top floor left to go.
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And she found it. The scene of the crime. Lal would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't at all disappointed, for the fact that there was nothing there. No clues, no drops of blood, nothing. It was all perfect, as if nothing had taken place. As much as she examined the chairs, the tables, and the floor beneath, she couldn't find anything. Whatever evidence that was here before was now long gone. She muttered, realizing that her chances of finding something were back to the low percentages. "Damn it..."
Taking a deep breath, Lal Mirch rested briefly against the wall, analyzing the situation and thinking of an alternative. There were still more floors above-- she could search through those. Getting back to her feet, she walked out, beginning to head for the top floors as quickly and quietly as possible.
Still nothing.
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She cursed silently. She wasn't supposed to be here. She hadn't gotten the order to search the casino. Hell, she hadn't even asked Rude for the time off. She had no support, no back-up, and the little 22. calibre handgun in her holster barely had enough bullets left to stop a human let alone a monster.
But there was another reason she was here, one that she didn't really want to talk about about with the others. Edging her way up the hall, Elena stretched her neck and tried to peer into the main room.
Was this where Aerith had died?
Elena bit her lip. She still didn't know how Tseng was handling this. Probably badly. And as much as the thought of his continued affection for the Ancient made her heart hurt, the thought of him unhappy made her feel worse.
She couldn't bring Aerith back, but she could at least find out who or what had been responsible for her death. And maybe then she'd be able to lose that nagging little thought in the back of her mind that her own inaction and lingering jealously had somehow caused the flower girl to die.
Leaning back, Elena tried to slide her body stealthily around the corner--
--only to bang straight into a slot machine with a dull thud.
She cringed. Of all the stupid rookie mistakes to make... Now anyone nearby would know someone else was on the floor.
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Shooting would cause a racket, and that, well-- that would just blow her cover, no matter where she was. She had to think this through again. Already at a corner, Lal was hesitant. She could ignore it, but.. This meant that someone was following her, and she didn't need that. Either that, or it was someone else on the floor, here for the same reason. Even so, too much noise from anyone can also result in capture.
Lal Mirch peaked out from the corner, goggles detecting a figure. She remained silent.
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--but there was nothing. No sign of life.
She frowned. Surely someone had heard her. The floor couldn't be completely deserted, could it? She'd made enough noise to wake the dead...
Elena winced at that thought. Bad choice of words there.
She cleared her throat. "Is anyone there?" Any security guards or staff in the room should have approached her by now, and if there was an enemy, she wanted to fight them face-to-face now rather than get ambushed later.
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Elena bit her lip in frustration. "Yes, I'm aware of that, thank you. I'll just be on my way now."
She clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms. Couldn't she even get a simple surveillance right? This was so humiliating...
The man was walking away now, and Elena felt a surge of anger. Oh no. No way she was going to be told off by a complete stranger. Narrowing her eyes, Elena paused, contemplating following the intruder.
If she couldn't get some answers on her own, she decided, it might be a good idea to find someone who could.
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A frown had tugged at her lips. This was troublesome-- stubborn brats were always troublesome. She could always keep going, but if she got caught, this girl would be the one to blame. She couldn't let it get in her way. "It isn't difficult to leave."
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Funny, though. Those voices sounded female, and one of them very familiar. In fact he could almost...
Shit.
Well, hiding wasn't going to do him a lick of good against her, and it wasn't that shocking to think of her coming here to investigate. Of course she would. He was here for the same reasons, after all.
He stepped out into plain sight and headed toward them, kicking himself mentally all the way. Damn his conscience. And maybe she needed help, if she'd run into someone else who was not here for noble reasons.
A sorry sight he'd be, anyway, face still battered and moving too gingerly to be anything but wounded.
"Evenin' ladies. Were you all trying to call the guards down on us or was this part of a clever sneak-in-and-then-make-a-lot-of-noise distraction type plan? Because I wouldn't want to interrupt that kind of genius."
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The voice was familiar-- the figure that had appeared to her from the view of her goggles' red lenses was familiar. The man that belonged to the Millefiore's Black Spell; and she could just feel that inner grudge for the damned family rising, boiling right under skin.
No matter what she felt on the inside, her facial expression was still hidden behind a hardened shell on the outside. Hopefully, not as easy to read as everyone else says. "Millefiore. "
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They knew they were involved in something bigger, didn't they? That surely in their chest they could feel the pull of a greater calling here and yet their common human nature was blinding them (Now that's funny, because how is it that one trait spreads worlds, including this one when there's no chance for interaction?). Their fear of the unknown won't ever be as great as their fear and hate towards one another ( Such is fate of humans; intelligent enough only to bring about their own demise in primitive hatred).
Circumstances weren't enough to put some things aside. (Perhaps he can help fix that. He wants to help so very badly, after all.)
An interesting concept, but a concept that would doom them nevertheless. (Too bad. There's a lack of entertainment value with the city in shambles. If they all kill one another, there won't be much left to watch).
Still, who was he to interfere? (Just a little nudge, he doesn't think it'll take much.)
While the others couldn't see him, the sound of his sliding across the dust ridden and chipped floor-slow and deliberate to make the noise necessary to draw attention-was all too obvious. Of course, if that wasn't enough to get it, he was sure the sudden drop in the air temperature would do the trick. From their point of view it was all rather sudden, and the slow but deliberate spreading of water was across the floor from the way they had come was only another addition to the atmosphere.
But when he appeared in view of the three, he knew to their sight he was nothing more than a man; a simple man with an almost friendly smile. Or, was it a condescending smile, his eyes cold and sharp with purpose. If there was need for comparison, his smile probably ran along similar lines of a certain Fire Magister, but his eyes told a different story like the Earth Magister's. (He doesn't have either of their intentions, though. He doesn't play with what he catches. He doesn't find the meaning in being by the book about what he does, either.)
And yet still, when he spoke finally, neither his eyes nor his smile gave way to what he may be getting at, because his voice was soft with a question direct and yet somehow completely vague all at the same time. Just as the Air Magister would be if she stood in front of them now.
But he wasn't any of them. (Oh, no, not at all.)
Just a helpful hand rather than a spectator.
"Lost?"
(Not. At. All.)
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He had a retort ready, too, 'Arcobaleno' with enough smirk behind it to make her eyes flash and her fists clench, but the fourth pair of footsteps had him spinning to face the intruder, neatly (and unconsciously) planting himself between the girls and the new guy.
...not a security guard. Or at least, not like the other security guards. His eyes narrowed, sweeping the stranger for weapons or ...anything. Anything at all.
Something didn't feel right, and the man was smiling.
"Lost? Us? Naw." He hoped Lal or the other girl wouldn't decide to shoot him in the back while he was still talking. "I think we're all here pretty deliberately, actually."
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