Glee | AWK: 3. The Assassins Investigate | New Directions (3 of 6)
Started my daily ficlets to make the hiatus pass, then decided to keep going with a 2nd cycle, and then a 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th , 12th, 13th, 14th, 15th, 16th, 17th, 18th, 19th, 20th, 21st, 22nd, 23rd, 24th, and 25th cycle. Now cycle 26!
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"ASSASSINS WHO KILL: 3. THE ASSASSINS INVESTIGATE"
New Directions
Character update:
Finn as Bullet
The Chameleon’s body was moved, under the watchful eye of both Command and Matron Murder, who looked positively primed for a little pain and death, to the point some of them genuinely feared for their lives, as themselves and not the characters they portrayed. The Angel of Death had shrunk back behind the Heiress, trying to keep her cool though keeping a close eye on everyone around her. It was not common for them to face death and not have disappeared off into the fog, or something, by the time anyone ever knew there was something wrong. Now not only did they have to stay, they had to find out who among their group had it in enough for the Chameleon that they would be willing to face not just the wrath of Matron Murder, but of the association, who did not take kindly to someone betraying the code of honor they upheld.
Bullet made his entrance, gaining his mentor’s side, as they all still kept on edge, like they were waiting for someone to crack… Like that could ever happen, in a group like theirs. Matron Murder made her way to the upturned seat of the table, hunching over the plates, the glass, everything he had touched. She sniffed, she squinted, and everyone else just watched.
“It was poison,” Blind Eye spoke up, breaking the silence. “Had to be… And only one of us here is inclined to that.” There was a silence, though fine ears might have heard whispers.
“Does she mean me?” Brittany leaned to Santana.
“Of course you would accuse the Angel of Death. Now let’s not get hasty,” the Heiress cut in, addressing everyone. “Or nasty.”
“I make no promises,” Matron Murder spoke as she lifted the Chameleon’s glass in the air, her hands already gloved, and turned to show it to the others. “It was here. It belonged to him. He only ever drank from this, and he was careful. Someone tainted the insides,” she showed with her pinky before looking to the others, holding, almost cradling the cup to herself. It was both a symbol of his death, and his life… it was a murder weapon, hidden… just how he liked it and how he had gotten his name.
“Let’s keep some dignity here, ladies and gentlemen,” the Watcher spoke up, falling back into old habits, which Command caught on to. They shared a look, and the Watcher had to yield the floor back to him.
“As my fallen predecessor has said,” he pressed his words, getting a sneer off the Watcher, “We need to do this right. We are better than this. There will be no finger pointing without good reason, is that clear?” One by one, they nodded, choosing to stay silent. “Good.”
“Who would profit from this?” the Geisha spoke up, her tone as refined as she appeared. “That is always what something like this comes down to. It was not an accident.”
“Who would get accidentally poisoned?” Artillery spoke up, almost chuckling.
“Well there was Gemini,” Combat pointed out, looking solemn, flattening Artillery’s smirk.
“This isn’t like Gemini, unfortunately,” Command brought them back.
“Well I only just flew in tonight, and I never saw the Chameleon until I sat at that table,” the Heiress spoke up, shrugging her bare shoulders.
“Hit?” Fury guessed.
“Funeral,” the Heiress answered, with a big shuddering breath, “A real tragedy.”
“I’m sure,” Slinger raised his chin toward her. She just went on looking stricken, with just a hint of a death glare mixed in.
“And how much did you inherit?” the Geisha asked of her friend.
“Oh, a fair sum,” her words maintained her persona, but it couldn’t tie back the smirk on her lips.
“If we could get back to tonight, and the murder,” Command brought them back.
“Let me question them, Sir?” Matron Murder looked at him, an unruly fire in her eyes.
“All in time,” he promised her, and she just looked at all of them, as though to say ‘you just wait until I get my hands on you.’ “We will acknowledge that some of you were not in town recently enough to have tainted the cup and laid the trap for our… fallen brother. As for the rest of you, whose whereabouts are not accounted for, you will need to plead your case. No holding back, is that understood?” Those in question each gave a nod. “Alright then… Let’s get started.”
TO BE CONTINUED (APRIL 15TH)
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 01] [Cycle 02] [Cycle 03] [Cycle 04] [Cycle 05]
[Cycle 06] [Cycle 07] [Cycle 08] [Cycle 09] [Cycle 10]
[Cycle 11] [Cycle 12] [Cycle 13] [Cycle 14] [Cycle 15]
[Cycle 16] [Cycle 17] [Cycle 18] [Cycle 19] [Cycle 20]
[Cycle 21] [Cycle 22] [Cycle 23] [Cycle 24] [Cycle 25]
[Cycle 26]
[526] [527] [528] [529] [530]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Assassins Who Kill: 3. The Assassins Investigate"
Pairing: New Directions
Rating: G
Summary: For the first Murder Mystery Dinner with all of New Directions, a game where everyone is a killer...
Spoilers: Season 1-ish
if you have things you would like to see get written, pleeease drop by the suggestion box. The link is further down!
"ASSASSINS WHO KILL: 3. THE ASSASSINS INVESTIGATE"
New Directions
Character update:
Finn as Bullet
The Chameleon’s body was moved, under the watchful eye of both Command and Matron Murder, who looked positively primed for a little pain and death, to the point some of them genuinely feared for their lives, as themselves and not the characters they portrayed. The Angel of Death had shrunk back behind the Heiress, trying to keep her cool though keeping a close eye on everyone around her. It was not common for them to face death and not have disappeared off into the fog, or something, by the time anyone ever knew there was something wrong. Now not only did they have to stay, they had to find out who among their group had it in enough for the Chameleon that they would be willing to face not just the wrath of Matron Murder, but of the association, who did not take kindly to someone betraying the code of honor they upheld.
Bullet made his entrance, gaining his mentor’s side, as they all still kept on edge, like they were waiting for someone to crack… Like that could ever happen, in a group like theirs. Matron Murder made her way to the upturned seat of the table, hunching over the plates, the glass, everything he had touched. She sniffed, she squinted, and everyone else just watched.
“It was poison,” Blind Eye spoke up, breaking the silence. “Had to be… And only one of us here is inclined to that.” There was a silence, though fine ears might have heard whispers.
“Does she mean me?” Brittany leaned to Santana.
“Of course you would accuse the Angel of Death. Now let’s not get hasty,” the Heiress cut in, addressing everyone. “Or nasty.”
“I make no promises,” Matron Murder spoke as she lifted the Chameleon’s glass in the air, her hands already gloved, and turned to show it to the others. “It was here. It belonged to him. He only ever drank from this, and he was careful. Someone tainted the insides,” she showed with her pinky before looking to the others, holding, almost cradling the cup to herself. It was both a symbol of his death, and his life… it was a murder weapon, hidden… just how he liked it and how he had gotten his name.
“Let’s keep some dignity here, ladies and gentlemen,” the Watcher spoke up, falling back into old habits, which Command caught on to. They shared a look, and the Watcher had to yield the floor back to him.
“As my fallen predecessor has said,” he pressed his words, getting a sneer off the Watcher, “We need to do this right. We are better than this. There will be no finger pointing without good reason, is that clear?” One by one, they nodded, choosing to stay silent. “Good.”
“Who would profit from this?” the Geisha spoke up, her tone as refined as she appeared. “That is always what something like this comes down to. It was not an accident.”
“Who would get accidentally poisoned?” Artillery spoke up, almost chuckling.
“Well there was Gemini,” Combat pointed out, looking solemn, flattening Artillery’s smirk.
“This isn’t like Gemini, unfortunately,” Command brought them back.
“Well I only just flew in tonight, and I never saw the Chameleon until I sat at that table,” the Heiress spoke up, shrugging her bare shoulders.
“Hit?” Fury guessed.
“Funeral,” the Heiress answered, with a big shuddering breath, “A real tragedy.”
“I’m sure,” Slinger raised his chin toward her. She just went on looking stricken, with just a hint of a death glare mixed in.
“And how much did you inherit?” the Geisha asked of her friend.
“Oh, a fair sum,” her words maintained her persona, but it couldn’t tie back the smirk on her lips.
“If we could get back to tonight, and the murder,” Command brought them back.
“Let me question them, Sir?” Matron Murder looked at him, an unruly fire in her eyes.
“All in time,” he promised her, and she just looked at all of them, as though to say ‘you just wait until I get my hands on you.’ “We will acknowledge that some of you were not in town recently enough to have tainted the cup and laid the trap for our… fallen brother. As for the rest of you, whose whereabouts are not accounted for, you will need to plead your case. No holding back, is that understood?” Those in question each gave a nod. “Alright then… Let’s get started.”
TO BE CONTINUED (APRIL 15TH)
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 01] [Cycle 02] [Cycle 03] [Cycle 04] [Cycle 05]
[Cycle 06] [Cycle 07] [Cycle 08] [Cycle 09] [Cycle 10]
[Cycle 11] [Cycle 12] [Cycle 13] [Cycle 14] [Cycle 15]
[Cycle 16] [Cycle 17] [Cycle 18] [Cycle 19] [Cycle 20]
[Cycle 21] [Cycle 22] [Cycle 23] [Cycle 24] [Cycle 25]
[Cycle 26]
[526] [527] [528] [529] [530]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Assassins Who Kill: 3. The Assassins Investigate"
Pairing: New Directions
Rating: G
Summary: For the first Murder Mystery Dinner with all of New Directions, a game where everyone is a killer...
Spoilers: Season 1-ish