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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 12:22 pm
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Sinter’s hive was warm. Cozy, even, especially with the flat expanse of sand and darkness stretching out beyond the windows. Sinter brought a tray of tea and cookies to the kitchen table, adding to the homey atmosphere. Carefully, he poured Sarcel and himself a cup before sitting down himself. He gestured to the cream and sugar bowl for Sarcel to help herself.
”I’m sure you’re wondering why I wrote to you asking for this visit. I mean, I explained in my letter, but that doesn’t make the circumstances any less strange.” Sinter stirred sugar into his tea and set his spoon on the edge of his saucer.
”As Tamiya’s moirail I’ve of course been regaled with the tragedy of the Empress’s party, hence how I know about you and received your contact information. What I’d like to know is your take on what occurred at that dreadful, dare I say, ******** regarded Sarcel across the table cautiously. He didn’t get any suspicious vibes from her, which was impressive considering her caste, but she was a blueblood all the same. One who happened to be around when his moirail got shot in a burning building none the less.
”Tamiya spoke highly of you from your time at the party. I’m sure you know from speaking with her that Tamiya’s stories tend to be… artfully told. I want to know exactly what went down there that night.”
Sinter held both sides of his teacup but made no motion to drink from it.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 2:48 pm
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Vaguely uncomfortable, was a better way to describe it. Hands in her lap, Sarcel sat rather stiffly as she watched Sinter shuffle around, arranging accommodations. Ever since the letter that arrived at her hivestem, Sarcel really wondered just what sort of troll Tamiya's moirail could possibly be, but meeting the individual in question really didn't shed any light on the matter. The most that stood out was their wildly differing apparel.
Sinter was entirely pleasant at least (make that differing apparel and personality), though it was a little baffling. The incident—actually, Sinter articulated it perfectly; the <******** had occurred was still fresh in her mind, and it was definitely adding to the unnecessary tension, at least on Sarcel's part. Having no experience with tea, she hesitantly went for the cookies, nibbling on one thoughtfully.
She nodded slowly throughout Sinter's explanation. Tamiya spoke highly of you—her eyes widened, free hand thrumming on her leg. She balled it into a small fist, released it again along with the tension from her body. She supposed she would have been concerned too, had she been in Sinter's spot, knowing what went down at the party...
She cleared her throat, "Makes sense," she started with a very small smile, watchful for any changes in Sinter's demeanor. She wasn't here to make enemies after all, and she hoped Sinter wasn't either. "It was... hectic. <********> sums it up nicely. A total of five murders, no clear cause ever established for the first one that started the damn thing. I actually wonder what exactly happened myself."
And it was true. The bad blood present, the enormous amount of incriminating evidence scattered in Awassi's hive, along with the disappearance of the diva themselves at the end, the cause of Epratt's murder unknown and even the death of Comedi; there were a whole lot of questions and barely any answers.
"There was an altercation at the end of the night, where Miss Aiguma was shot along with one of the other party-goers. I... assume that's what this is about?" Sarcel wasn't trying to be vague, but it was hard enough keeping her voice steady enough to speak what she did. The cookie was finished, and Sarcel finally took to the cup of tea, bringing it to her lips. It took immense willpower not to make a face at the pungent bitterness.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 3:53 pm
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Sinter’s eyebrow twitched at the phrase “five murders,” but he otherwise said nothing while Sarcel gave him her rundown of the situation. With much difficulty, he took a calming breath and placed his cup back on its saucer.
”Altercation.” Sinter wanted nothing more than to say more swear words.
”Yes, you would be correct. My moirail made friends and got shot in the same night, to say nothing of everything else that happened. I’d like to disentangle the threads that make up this story. Talking to you seems to be the fastest way to go about things. Two birds, one stone so to speak.”
Sinter gave Sarcel no indication that he was planning to lighten up anytime soon. Without looking down from Sarcel, Sinter took a cookie from the plate and dipped it in his tea before taking a bite.
”To my understanding it was the hiveowner that took the shot? The diva?” Sinter probably could have recognized Erilyn Awassi’s music had it been presented to him, but for the most part his tastes were limited to what could be picked up by his clunky, old radio. ”For what reason do you believe Tamiya was shot?”
Tamiya had given Sinter plenty of reasons, but he was more interested in hearing the hypothesis of someone who wasn’t superstitious. Probably superstitious, at least. Sinter could only hope he could walk away from this meeting without getting hexed or something.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 7:56 pm
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Maybe it was just the bitter tea, maybe it was how intense Sinter was grilling her. Sarcel licked her lips of the clean of the liquid, setting the small cup back down on the table. She supposed she couldn't... really blame him. She'd probably be doing the same thing in his position, moirail involved and what not.
Didn't mean she appreciated it.
She took her time formulating a response. "Honestly? I only heard the gunshots. There were... three?" Her eyes looked up in thought. She remembered that night like it was yesterday of course, but everything felt like it happened so fast that parsing the details into words was a little difficult.
"She wasn't the only one shot was the point I'm making. There was Aiguma, Eostre Diazzi was the other—I assume you probably know about her too, knowing me and all. Not sure if the third found its mark or not"
Reasoning for her being shot? Sarcel had to think on that one, other than the obvious. Awassi had been convicted of murder and was more than intent on wiping everyone out. Did she need any other reasoning? Self defense seemed pretty plausible, but...
"Do you have any idea who Awassi's moirail was, the diva?" Sarcel leaned back against the chair, crossing her arms, "Deburu Comedi." she let that sink in for a moment, "Your moirail was especially fond of him, I assume you could guess the reason why."
"Strange finding him dead at the top of her respite block. Was avoiding him during the investigation too. Not sure what's up with that. Anyway, Aiguma? She's a member of their faith too, ain't she? Just my two cents. But Awassi could have just been trying to take down a couple more with her for the hell of it, as far as I know."
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 9:05 pm
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Squeeze. "Look, I want answers too you know. It isn't like they've found Awassi's body either."
She was sitting up straight again, "Not to mention the obscene amount of incriminating evidence placed around their hive. Ties with some rebellion faction, all sorts of other personal bullshit. We were just supposed to investigate one death. Was it a set up? Some sort of conspiracy? ******** if I know."
But Sinter was right, that idea sort of did make little sense. It still stung a little; Sarcel was trying not to take it personal, but the fact remained there was a dead goddamn juggalo up there, "The fact is, there was an attempt on both juggalos present that night. Only difference is that one died. Whoever killed Comedi; whatever, ******** it. Awassi still shot at Aiguma, despite any respect they may or may not have had for that sanction of faith, not to mention they admitted to sedating their precious moirail to god and everyone. Maybe they just wanted everyone dead, but then why didn't they just mow down everyone in that room? Hell, if you think about it, it was both highbloods that got shot. We found evidence of Awassi's ties to the rebellion insurgent. They even set the whole damn hive on f-fire—"
She took a deep breath, none of that. She was getting a little heated, remembering her frustrations that night.
"It might be as nonsensical as you think. None of it adds up to the first murder. Personally? I wouldn't have called Awassi guilty. Guilty of other things, sure, but the murder? There was no motive there. None that we could have found among everything else." she huffed a little, "Let me start a little further back. It all started out with these invitations we got. There was a second letter that followed, everyone got one." she would have produced it if she could, but unfortunately that had gone up in smoke, "They all had these... bizarre tasks included in them. Guard the Nutrition Block, Learn about the Songbird, continue your work, uphold military standards—and that one ended in ******** murder too." she practically spat.
"Who the sent those? Where did that add up? What was the point? According to the contents, I shouldn't even be telling you this. Was the party just a ruse, a stress test, a cover to get a bunch of adults killed? Hell, you could be putting every conspiracy out there to fire if you wanted."
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 8:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 10:35 pm
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"Perhaps you were." her agreement was nonchalant, almost dismissive. Honestly, ******** seemed pretty accurate still, but it was obvious that Sinter was getting frustrated with the lack of... closure. Hell, it wasn't Sarcel's fault no one could find anything.
"You know, Heilig, that is exactly what happened." Her finger was tapping against her sleeve "Even with the Queen herself there, absolutely none of us could figure it out. You gonna doubt her skills too?"
After a moment of tension, her arms slowly slackened, uncrossing themselves. She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, propping her head up on her fist. She was just about getting tired with this little chat-turned-interrogation. She wanted to have respect for Tamiya's moirail, and she really wanted to empathize with his frustrations, but when she was just as frustrated with the situation...
"Say," she straightened up only slightly "How come you weren't there, then? You know Aiguma better than anyone—moirail and all—I mean, shouldn't you have been there to keep an eye on her? You don't have to take your regret out on me."
She reached for another cookie, took a purposeful bite, chew and swallow. "I mean, we at least had the common sense to arm ourselves in case of danger, being ordered to split up with a murderer on the loose and all. 'Course, I guess the knife I gave her wouldn't have done much against a gun anyway..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 6:34 pm
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Sarcel's eye twitched. It was a slight movement, maybe noticeable to astute observer. It was obvious that Sarcel was annoyed, yes, but she hated to show that it was this far under her skin at this point. Sinter's remark only served to drive her failure home. No no, it was a team effort, no one got anywhere... she had to remind herself, but damn if a selfish little part of her didn't want to be the hero. Ah, that was sort of a sore spot too...
As it was, she was just glad to be on her way out. Sinter's height definitely did not go unnoticed, as Sarcel really had to crane her head to make eye contact (and that, honestly, was absolutely vexing). She would have been fine to leave it at that, really. She'd go back to her hive, cool down, maybe even apologize to Sinter at a later date and perhaps they could have an actually friendly discussion on the matter. Tensions were just high and everyone was in the dark and frustrated and wanting answers and all right, she could get that. But it was that last little comment that made her feet stop just before she passed him on the couch.
Sarcel couldn't know what life was like as a redblood, or anything but a highblood for that matter. She could be ignorant, even though she tried not to be. It wasn't really worth arguing over.
She only barely heard it, probably because of the closer proximity, but it was enough to make her eyes narrow. "Wh-What was that?" her stutter was incredulous, not one from fear. She took it personal. "Was that a threat?"
seekingCylem round and round and round and round it goes (soon probably I think but I'm having fun with this so whatever LOL)
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 6:47 pm
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Melancholies rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-12)
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There was a small voice in the back of Sarcel’s head. It was quiet, soft, barely there, and it whispered ‘don’t, you’ll probably regret this’, and in that split second of conversation did she dutifully respond back ‘yeah, more than likely.’
Her face contorted into a glare, much sharper than the simple simmering glower she wore before. Sarcel believed in the caste system, yeah, but she believed a good deal in equality too. The events that transpired at that party weren’t her fault, and she wasn’t going to take being interrogated like she was some sort of perpetrator. She wanted to know what happened as much as anyone else. As far as she was concerned, blood color has nothing to do with any of it.
“Don’t talk to me like that!” her voice was rising, posture defensive and bristling. Grabbing whatever happened to be closest to her—which happened to be that ornate little tea cup she’d been drinking from so daintily only moments ago—she hurled it at the redblood, not really caring if it hit its mark or not. It'd been thrown with enough force to break, and that was really all that mattered to make a point.
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