Investigations [Active]

[knightmystere]

Who: Leo and Mello
Where: The Dawn Room
When:Early in the "morning" on Day 3
What: Two members of the militia meet up.
Warnings: None, so far.

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[is_not_number1]

As far as Mello was concerned, the fact that-- after over what had to have been over a month-- he hadn't found anything even remotely sensible was beyond ridiculous.

The contents of the locked drawer and trunks, really rather unsurprisingly, still seemed to be the most promising clues-- though they still made little enough sense to even have been considered as such-- he had come across so far. It was no less than unacceptable that he didn't know what any of them meant.

He seized the first moment he had alone in the study to unlock the desk drawer and go through it once more. The journal, as he had entirely expected, was still impossible to pry open and had once again proven to be no less than useless and frustrating. Until he found some sort of key that looked like it might fit the lock, he figured it would be a decent plan to leave it in the drawer. The mirror hardly seemed like it had the potential to be of any use; however, it was small, so he pocketed it anyway-- along with one of the small bottles-- and headed back upstairs to try and accomplish something.

More than anything, it was the liquid inside the bottles that Mello was curious about. It seemed to be impossible to pour out, and something told him that he probably supposed to drink it. But drinking an unknown liquid from a strange bottle, he was sure, was no less than a terribly risky and quite frankly awful idea.

Sometimes, though, taking a terribly stupid risk was a better plan than doing absolutely nothing. Mello was nearly certain that this counted as one of those times.

It was almost entirely on impulse that he unscrewed the top to the bottle-- it was the one labelled Dawn-- and brought it up to his lips, tipping it forward enough so that just a drop fell onto his tongue. He let the liquid sit in his mouth for a few seconds-- it was, he noticed, entirely tasteless-- before he swallowed.

And the next thing he knew, he was standing by the fireplace next to the first floor's staircase.