[audio/action] Remember Remember the Fifth of November...

[stay_classy_cat]

[DATED TO NOV. 5TH]

Ring ring...

We have a problem.

Whoa, is this...?

Yes.

You sound so...

I know. It's a long story. That's not important.

What's the problem?

I have a liability now.

Thank you for the compliment, but I want to treat her to something special. She's a ghost type. Born to it, I think.

She's gotten in on the humanization thing.

Uh huh. Those are the ones.

That's right. If I can bridge that gap... control that link between human and Pokemon...

As you should. No one crosses me. No one. I'm so very close with the other project.

Maybe later.

I'm not sure, but there's only one way to find out.

Yes.

I've sunk a lot of money into this so far, so either way you'll be hearing from me again very soon.

All for the glory of Team Rocket.

[DATED TO NOV. 14TH; audio]
[Seth endured his curse. His karmic retribution, likely. Instead of lasting for a mere week his brush with youth lasted nearly two. Some might have even considered it a blessing in disguised, to relive one's childhood. While his wasn't necessarily bad it was inconvenient. He was unable to control his transformation and had to hide the unagreeable parts of his cat anatomy--years of experience and perfection tossed away at the expense of youth.

One day, he knew he wouldn't have to hide. He'd show everyone that there was no difference between man and beast. But that time was not now--now was a time for him to be hormonal and childish and angry.

And take it out on certain individuals...

Because this terrible thing that happened to him lasted all the way up until his birthday. It technically left him with all of about an hour or so left before the 14th would be over, but he considered it too little too late. Age, so ironically, ruined his glorious day of birth.

Now he's all better and of proper age again than more than happy to slip an audio-only post in before the day ends.]

Guess what! Today is my birthday. I'm not going to lie and say I didn't treat myself out somewhere, but perhaps the greatest gift anyone can appreciate is the gift of life. A good life. One to remember on that special day each and every year. I think I've had a great one so far, and many more to come, I do hope.

Since it's also nearing that time of the year, do you know what I'm thankful for? My supportive friends, my roommates, good food and a good education. Even the adorably tacky decorations that come with it. I do hope you RAs have something more eloquent in the works this year and garland and mistletoe. I have faith in you.

But most of all I'm thankful for good company, because you never know what you have until it's missing.

...Or in some cases they simply move down the hall, but I can't say I don't miss them all the same.


[DATED TO NOV. 22ND]
[If your character happens to be near a TV on this day, maybe while they are or are not stuffing their face with turkey and thinking of things to be thankful for, or waiting in line for that Big Midnight Sale, the local news comes on with an urgent, special report...]



Breaking News: FDCPD has confirmed a body was found near a dumpster in Ferrothorn Park, just off of the Eldin Bridge causeway.

An identification has not been made yet, but the victim is described as young, female, dual-colored violet and white hair with dark skin. Foul play is suspected. Early forensics suggest the victim has been dead for approximately two weeks, and that there were [Mr. Lakitu newscaster consults his papers carefully so not to mispronounce.] elevated levels of phencyclidine, benzodiazepine, and other unidentifiable opioids in her blood at the time of death. There are also signs of a struggle, with cuts and slash type injuries sustained.

An anonymous tip from an eye witness describes a suspect at the scene of the crime as male, approximately six feet tall, dark brown hair and wielding a sword. If you see anything suspicious or have any further information about this murderer, please contact the FDCPD immediately.

Comments

[OPEN ACTION because big post is big]

[stay_classy_cat]

[And finally here's a general multipurpose open-action post for Seth. He's finally simmered down a little after the erraticness of being cursed over Halloween. With the colder weather, he's indoors more--can usually be found anywhere on campus enjoying a hot cup of cocoa, extra milk. He'll still not opposed to making a quick buck should the topic of pops come up, but he primarily leaves that in the hands of his drug girls now.
Should it be relevant to Thief types, Seth has pop deliveries to make sometimes, often in the dead of night and on specific paths that keep away from prying security camera eyes.
Should it be relevant to young women formerly posing as a dude now posing as a little girl types, if he's not actually behaving and going to class, he's probably sunbathing or, again, enjoying hot cocoa somewhere.
Should it be relevant to roomie types, well, sometimes he's in, and sometimes he's out. Don't touch anything while he's gone, good boy. His pet fish seem terribly neglected and hungry, either way.
Should it be relevant to naive deer types, he's still interested in harmless errands. Delivering a package to a mysterious church, no peeking, no questions. He will sing praises for a job well-done, however. Come forth, deer.]

[ One (1) young women formerly posing as a dude now posing as a little girl type]

[petitedetective]

[Kanji was gone. It wasn't that Naoto couldn't do a job alone; she'd done this numerous times...but in her current state it was even more a dangerous undertaking. Still, she never backed down from a job, although she was cursing herself realizing that a quick trip for a few days had somehow turned into an entire month and a half of her leaving campus. The smaller form was also making it harder for her to concentrate, but even at a young age, Naoto had always wanted to be a detective, so it wasn't too hard to keep it in check.

Her clothing was slightly girlish without being overly so and (unlike the pictures) she wasn't wearing her cap. Tugging at her bag, she pretended to have run into Seth first. ]

Um...excuse me mister? I just arrived, and I'm confused where I am...I was walking from home and I showed up here...

[A story she had heard from her fellow classmates before. A good alibi as any.]

aw yiss

[stay_classy_cat]

[Seth, very fortunately, did not happen to have a cup of hot cocoa in hand when he felt a little thing crash into his legs. There's a displeased grunt and a displeased stare accompanied by it.]

You're in a school.

[Despite the displeasure, he evens out with a pleasant purr in his voice, and even a soft smile. He's very polite.]

Are you lost? What's your name?

[One (1) naive deer type]

[burningheart]

[Kieran, of course, is always eager to help. Especially in "think with your hormones" rutting season. Charming individuals full of good advice and compliments? How could he possibly resist?

Hope Seth doesn't mind company during his hot cocoa time, because here's a deer, coming forth.]

Hello, spirit! I'm not interrupting, I hope.

[stay_classy_cat]

Of course not.

[Scooting right over on that bench.]

The pleasure's all mine.

douchethief meets dickcat

[itsjustrats]

[There was someone patrolling those unguarded areas, but he wasn't concerned with students breaking curfew. In fact, he kinda wished there were more rulebreakers here- with them out of their rooms it was so much easier to rummage in their stuff. But no matter, it wasn't like all these kids had much to swipe to begin with.

Still, Garrett found himself wandering the halls of the academy quite often. There was more to this place than what it looked like on the surface, he was sure of it. He had been overhearing a lot about goings-on involving drugs, and then there was his own run in with the bizarre curses that plagued everyone a few weeks ago. It had him curious as to how deep this rabbit hole went and if it could get him back home. If there was a secret, though, it was being frustratingly obscure, even for someone who spent their entire life dealing in secrecy. He was just about to give up for the night and leave when he spotted someone else nearby.

Well what do we have here.

He didn't follow immediately. First he had to discern whether this was staff or a student, and whether or not they were avoiding the security on purpose. And of course, whether or not it looked like they were worth pick-pocketing. Then it was just a matter of keeping a safe distance.]

[one (1) ninja in the night]

[princessninja]

[No sooner had Zelda heard the news reports than Sheik took to the rooftops, keeping an eye out for SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY.

Though she's too far away to see exactly who it is crossing the campus, she deftly crosses the rooftops to catch up

and you know

just generally be a creepy ninja stalker.]

[a roomie in the night]

[travelingdarkness]

[Blake was, foremost, a creature of the night. For these long and lonely hours, he kept mostly to himself, either out on the track field or studying in the dark.

But then there were times when he patrolled, memorizing the layout of the school and keeping vigilant for any secrets the night could potentially hold.

So when he noticed Seth, his roommate - his very diurnal roommate going somewhere in the dead of night, it was enough subject of curiosity for the Mightyena to follow him. He wasn't the stealthiest stalker, despite his colours blending in easily with the darkness, so eventually Seth may have noticed a pair of eyes gleaming gold and red against black.]

Forever Backdated

[travelingbelle]

[This was, in fact, related to roomie times. Blue had gotten into the apparent habit of periodically stopping by her puppy's room to casually knock on the door. Sometimes it was just Blake that was there, and she would spend some time with him... though that was not entirely her intent for being there. More than anything, Blue wanted to introduce herself to the other person that resided in the room.

His new room mate was fairly elusive, however. Except more than likely it was that Blue had poor timing.

This time was much like other times, with a short polite knock against the door to see who might be in.]

Also Forever Backdated

[rivalsweetscent]

[And also tangibly roomie related.

Bulba was easily swayed by guilt trips, it was true. But more than that, he tried to be thoughtful and kept an eye on dates. The birthday of a somewhat fussy previous room mate was definitely a date that the Ivysaur had kept an eye on.

And so it was that Bulba also knocked on Seth's door, feeling a little bad that he had not been around very much but holding a small cake on a plate.

GOSH WHO WAS THAT FOR.]

[The most pointless post]

[deathboss]

[WAIT A MINUTE WAS THAT ANNOUNCER ROBIN--oh. Some guy named Lakitu.

What's with the gig then?]

[monotreme_101]

[....wait. That was a pretty good description of Kitty. And Knuckles knew she'd left school. Was....

....a quick glance over the school network and yes. Caim's name was there. Was History repeating itself? Did two and two REALLY equal four or was it just his imagination? He was going to have to go down to the Police station and ask some more questions to make sure. Kitty had been a friend - Not a good friend but hell, she didn't know HOW to be a good friend. That wasn't her fault, and he knew she'd tried. In her own way.

He owed her some investigation - that was all there was to it.]

[stay_classy_cat]

[Should he take his investigation to the police station, they are polite enough, maybe a little busy for obvious reasons and of course not very forthcoming with details as the investigation is still underway. However, they can confirm for Knuckles she is a (former) student of Smash Academy, with the positive identification of Charlise/Kitty.

Is there anything the police should know that might be helpful to the investigation?]

[loverofinnocence]

[Caim, admittedly, had never been one for watching the telly. He'd never made a habit of it and hadn't the near urging to do so, either. Yet Fate clearly was playing him in a plan, for he'd seen the particular newscast about a girl he didn't know and a description that eerily matched him.

Except there was one outstanding difference - one that he was, for once, thankful for.

Prior to his leaving Goro Majima had confiscated his sword and it had not been seen fit for it to returned to Caim's hands, likely under the [correct] assumption that the murders would start up again. And the prince was no fool, so he never would have sacrificed himself for one blade, never mind that its worth was beyond what anyone at the academy could have predicted.

Consequently, as he eyed the screen closely, his dark brown eyebrows furrowed and he found himself shaking his head. Impossible. The whole thing was absolutely impossible. And he could just imagine the number of people who would jump onto him for something he knew he didn't do. But it also meant he'd be ten times easier to interrogate the second time around, considering he had promised Ai to the utmost that he would be 'good.'

And he had been. What a concept.]

tl;dr here we go

[idowhatilike]

[ Evve had been in many homes throughout her life and she could safely say that perhaps three of them were without a television. She took solace in books as they calmed her endlessly wandering thoughts, ones of which pulled her a thousand different directions with so few that ever found satisfaction. She had no time to think of them all and as an Eevee, she didn't exactly have a means of documenting any of them. No permanent home meant no computers or even typewriters, and holding a pen wasn't convenient or easy.

As a human being, though? Well, she had to admit that her handwriting was a horrid mess to look at and her organization skills left much room for improvement, but she was doing rather well for finding herself in a new life one day and adjusting accordingly. If she had any real skills, it was certainly adaptability, if her genetics meant anything.

Television helped her do the same, as far as her scattered mind was concerned, but books were easier to transport around. When she was parked at her coffee-table desk and going over her notes (that looked right out of a deranged mind), she couldn't help but let the background noise try and soothe her with its distractions. Books didn't work so well when she was trying to write when all she would want to do is read them.

With her attention divided, she almost missed the sweep of news that extended across the television they had fixed in the truancy office just opposite to where she sat. Where did they keep getting all this stuff? As she re-wrote some notes that had gone missing (She guessed Resetti might've chucked them, the stupid mole), she paused as the... interesting-looking newscaster began to describe some very familiar features.

Evve may be lazy and would forget whatever she didn't care about if she really wanted to, but as an avid reader, descriptions that clung within her imagination was not one of those things. She gaped at the screen until the broadcast was over, only lowering her eyes to let them dart back and forth across her "files". Her thoughts began to shuffle into an orderly fashion and though the papers being pushed around seemed like madness, it had its methods. She pulled one sheet of paper up and stared at the date on it...

Then slowly sank back into her seat on the sofa.

Her hand flopped over beside her, the paper crinkling and slapping into the cushion. Her nose wrinkled, eyebrows furrowed, upper lip curled; the display was a series of emotions all trying to figure out how to configure her face for what she was feeling. Finally, it settled on stoicism, Evve's default and, frankly, favorite choice.

She sat still for quite some time before tipping her head side to side to feel her bangs brush against her forehead. It was when Evve suddenly stopped that she took action, gathering every single paper she had on the coffee table up and walking over to Shadow's desk, where she quickly found a document shredder and stuffed every last sheet through it. Once that was accomplished, she was grabbing a green jacket to pull over her shoulders and was heading straight out the office door.

She had some business to attend to in Final Destination City.

... Ugh, but she was going to have to find an efficient way there. Walking on human feet should be a crime. ]

[stay_classy_cat]

[It certainly should be a crime, especially with the weather; the biting chill in the air makes it feel like it should be snowing, though no white flakes have made themselves known yet. That would be an added frustration to this investigation.

FDC is however, thankfully, within walking distance of the school. The city itself doesn't seem to be any different than it normally is; there's holiday decorations about, signs for big sales, lights festively strewn on light poles and in select shops. Evve may note some some individuals eyeballing her lecherously as she passes, and they happen to have white sticks sticking out of their mouths. They don't seem to be interested in anything more than looking at her, however, before carrying on with their business. It does create a sort of foreboding air. In the city, bus lines (and taxi) are everywhere and easy to access.

Ferrothorn park is a small quaint park bordered by a causeway, inconspicuous enough to hide a terrible tragedy.

The police guarding the area are staunch and determined to shoo her away, though once they understand Evve is from Smash Academy, they will relent with a little information:

- Positive ID: definitely a (former) student of Smash Academy, definitely Charlise.
- Charlise's body isn't here anymore, it has been taken into the morgue at the FDC police station. No, you do not have permission to sneak into the morgue look at it, lady. What are you, nuts? Leave that stuff to the medical examiner.
- Obvious blood splatter on the outside of the dumpster where her body was found.
- The detectives admit there was a pop found in her mouth. They don't know the color--it was completely dissolved. The inside of her mouth and her lips were tinted greenish blue, however.
- Also a pinhole mark on her arm, suspected drug injection.
- Most interestingly, they'll admit the cuts on her body don't align with her time of death, like it was more of an afterthought to the killer. The cuts do look like they were made with a thick blade, however. They're still working on figuring that one out and hey why are you asking so many questions anyway? Beat it, scram! It's late!

While they don't relent this tidbit, Evve might pick up from their radios that they won't be here after late in the evening, leaving the crime scene unguarded. It's cold, they're tired, and they've got the most of what they think they can get out of crime scene.

Of course, they haven't.]

A lot of emotions

[star_punched]

Mac flipped on the news that day after stuffing his face with food. He returned from bliss expecting more but as he was flipping he caught the news.

Mac listened to the new caster as he spoke about.

...Dead body.

Young woman dead body.

Mac felt the food come up a little. This wasn't happening again. It can't be.

Not in this town again.

Mac felt the pain go further up his abdominal sections and his head went on near auto pilot.

What happened?? Who did-

...The description.



Mac felt something happen that he didn't think ever EVER happened to him. He had a panic attack. The night that nearly took his life flashed in his mind.

This wasn't...what had...

He was going to figure it out.

Not before puking up Thanksgiving dinner first.

[idealisms]

[ He should have known better than to trust him.

That description, and so soon after Caim rearrived... Make no mistake, that was him. It couldn't have been anyone else but him. This felt like more than just a coincidence, and yet he knew, he knew he couldn't do much without some cold, hard evidence against him. All they had now was a description, and N didn't know about any further qualities. He had to see if this eyewitness gave a sketch or more details.

N instructed his Pokemon to be wary about Caim - very, very wary - before rushing out the door to the police station.

He was going to get to the bottom of this. ]

[stay_classy_cat]

[The police, while appreciative of the concern, are rendered a little frantic and busy trying to figure out more of the investigation. They aren't terribly forthcoming with details, as many are still being uncovered, but like with Knuckles they can confirm for N there is a positive identity on the body - that of a (former) student of Smash Academy, Charlise/Kitty. The eyewitness didn't give a sketch and wished to remain anonymous for fear of their life, but the police managed a rough sketch from their description.

It does look very similair to Caim.

Charlise was murdered in cold blood, and if N has anything useful to contribute to the investigation, the police would really love to know...]

[flamejock]

::!!!!!!!

A lady killed!!!!!

DEAR SWEET BABY ARCEUS I CAN NEVER LEAVE MOM'S SIDE EVER AGAIN WHAT IF SHE NEEDS ME WHAT IF SOMEBODY TRIES TO KILL HER OH MY ARCEUS MOM::

YEAH......

[robinsegg]

[With days getting colder, Sig has been staying inside more. He happened to be near a TV when the news report was read, and he turned his attention to it since...well, there was nothing else to stare at the moment.

He stared at the TV, at the person talking, and when the report was finished reading, he looked elsewhere.

......

Newscasters sure talk so fast.]

[thewrightidea]

[Phoenix sometimes kept the news on in the background while he was attending to other things - making dinner, browsing the internet, etc. He had a relatively quiet Thanksgiving; he sent his good wishes to his family, of course, but was content to be alone, though he would have been happy to share the day with Maya, Pearl, or even Edgeworth.

However, the mention of a murder always caught his attention. Looking up from his computer, Phoenix stared intently at the TV, listening for anymore information.

And then the description came. Of course, Phoenix mind immediately jumped to Caim, almost positive it was him.

However, he stopped himself. It wasn't necessarily Caim. There was a distinct possibility that the murderer was an imposter, or else the witness was lying. Caim had murdered others, yes, but he didn't necessarily commit this one. Phoenix had to find out the truth. First stop, questioning Caim himself.]

[petitedetective]

[There is an e-mail sent to the police that night, requesting more details about the murder and the investigation. It's signed Souji Seta, and he apologizes that he can't be there in person.]

[stay_classy_cat]

[Police are understandably reluctant to submit sensitive crime information to someone not in person but they do relent with the same information that will be revealed next time the news updates with the case:

- Positive ID on Charlise.
- Charlise's body remains at the morgue at the FDC police station for ongoing forensic investigation. The police have their heart in the right place, but they're slow an unwieldy uncovering clues.
- Estimated time of death: November 7th or 8th
- Obviously on pops, probably green or blue colored.
- They are actually not sure what exactly killed her other than it probably wasn't the blade or cuts--they however, could have hastened her death. They are pretty sure it was a drug overdose.

Not a whole lot new information in the email...

The police do urge caution on any personal investigations, as crime has been on the rise lately in FDC, especially in one of the areas bordering the park.

(There happens to be an abandoned church in this area.)]

[sicklypriest]

[Rhys didn't like hearing about murder on the news. There was always this uncomfortable squelching knot that twisted whenever the information was presented to him. He rolled the report over in his mind a few times and two details stuck out to him. First was the murderer's description. Secondly, and more relevantly to his preoccupations as of late, was the word "opioid". The forensics found opioids in her body, and a handful of the students who walked into the infirmary were displaying notable changes in behavior that could be traced to drugs. The drugs he found in blood tests were opioids- the very same that the forensics team uncovered.

He had enough reason to believe that there was a connection. He wasn't sure who the victim might be or whether they were a student at the academy or not, but it almost seemed as though the entire city was under the subtle influence of drugs, if other news stories that popped up recently were any indication. The revelation at the love hotel about shady business involving exploitation with drugs and porn was even more of an indication that something odious was creeping beneath the shadows of FDC. Such troubling thoughts, these were. This incident only reinforced the understanding strapped within his mind.

Perhaps he needed to do something about it rather than twiddle his thumbs and let it affect him so much. Investigate some more. He had a few tools available to him, and if he just kept asking questions, he might find some more clues.]