A sign is posted in the common room on the notice board:
Information wanted:For anyone who does not know this, Titus Groan is missing, and it is feared that this is not the usual Mansion disappearance. If you believe you have any information that might help us find him, or simply have questions or concerns, please speak to a member of the Shadow
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He's sitting in an armchair, not far from the notice, nursing a cup of tea -- and likely noshing on a donut from a box procured from the kitchen.
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Tsuzuki growls under his breath, turning to Hisoka. "Can I smack him for being an ass? This isn't telling us anything except his sick fantasies."
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"No, you can't smack him," says Hisoka, aloud.
He turns back to Muraki. "You have acute psychic senses. Is there anybody in this house who strikes you as being a very different person on the outside than on the inside? This hypothetical person would be charming or at least facile in an ordinary conversation, but underneath, he or she would have an emptiness, a gulf in which there is no feeling at all."
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"He had an interest in Aramat: she had told me about it, how he fascinated, yet terrified her. I will admit... he's made me wary, and when I first heard that Aramat was dead, I wondered if he had had a hand in it."
Tsuzuki frowns at this, the irritation turning to concern. "So does this mean he was involved somehow?"
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He turns to Tsuzuki and says eagerly, "Looks like a lead? Maybe he was involved." He faces Muraki again. "Aramat was afraid of him? What did she say about him, exactly? What was she afraid of?"
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"I believe she was afraid that she might become his next victim, though I might add, there was a touch of desire coupled to that fear. She had voiced to me the concern that she might someday end up like him, devoid of conscience and emotion something which she longed for yet feared," he says. "The 'death impulse', or destrudo, as it's called, was very strong in her," he adds, meditatively.
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He had been stupid. He had assumed that somebody had a handle on all of these kinds of problems because so many people knew about Muraki and had taken the time to let him know he was under their scrutiny. But this place was just like every other place, really. People could hide in plain sight and get away with murder. He shakes his head, somewhere between anger and perplexity.
[Nice thread! Want to FTB after your next post, unless you can think of anything else we should cover?]
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"I leave the detective work to you: I shan't interfere, the better to let you catch the young man," he says. "Dare I say, he's of little interest to me: I'd take the matter into my own hands, except that he's of little use to me. I can't tap into his energy, so there's nothing in it for me. Blood from a turnip, as the Western saying goes." He glances back into the room. "If you'll excuse me, I was in the midst of a little tidying up." If either of them glances past him, before he closes the door, they'll see an overflowing ashtray on an endtable and a collection of empty wine bottles on the floor beside it.
They might hear a small, soft sob on the other side of that closed door. Tsuzuki cringes a bit, clearly *not* wanting to feel sorry for Muraki.
"Dammit... was that for real, or was that on purpose?" he asks.
FTB on yours??
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[Another post or two to wrap up?]
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[And FTB! Nice!]
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