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[Not much preamble to the video.]

Happy New Year.

I got a piece of paper I need studied - I wanna know where it came from, who's touched it and pretty much anything else about it that might be unusual including whether it's been handled by a ghost or some other undead type person. Handwriting expert could be useful too because I wanna see if it matches the writing of someone who was on campus. Methods scientific or occult or a little column A and a little column B - Don't care. Just need results. I'm willing to pay.

ACTION! Choose your own adventure.

Scenario A: Knuckles is in the Gym in the afternoons beating the snot out of the training bag, or in the weight room, lifting the custom weights Max made for him in ridiculously high volume. He's less his normal cheerful self and it's pretty clear he's working through some frustrations but don't let that stop you saying Hi! He's more than happy of the company, honest! And if you're up for a spar, he would be more than happy to oblige you there, too.

Scenario B: Inbetween or after classes, you can find him in the halls or finishing up whatever work he didn't get done during whichever class you happen to share with him. He may also be walking inbetween buildings or across the quad or to the gym or anywhere else you may have reason to run into him.

Scenario C: In the city, at night. You're less than likely to spot him unless you're on the rooftops of FDC or doing something you shouldn't be doing and he happens to find you. He's been patrolling late evening through to very early morning, especially in the area near where they found Charlise's body, and wherever else recent violence has been reported on the six oclock news. Feel free to either be also inspecting and looking for clues, Oh Fellow Warriors of Justice. Or just be someone who happens to cross his path.

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Oh, thanks.

[He smiled up at her before taking his place in line and reaching up to grab each of them a tray.]

So, anyhow, that's my story. What about you? What's the world you come from like and what's your place in it?

[ She stands at the side beside him in place, and takes the tray with a thankful nod. The question though... ]

It is... a world enveloped in strife...

[ It would be the first time she has ever spoken about her own world to another person. She speaks more softly than usual - it's not a happy subject. ]

My role in it... was as the goddess.

[ As she admits it, she doesn't look at Knuckles - but she hadn't since he had asked the question. Instead, her eyes stayed downcast to the tray in front of her. ]

[Knuckles wasn't the sharpest of nails when it came to reading people, but he could tell it wasn't an easy question for her to answer. He really hadn't meant much more by it than finding out a little bit about his new companion, so, he felt bad to see her looking down because of it.]

Hey, that's a pretty tough gig - there are other folks who are and have been here who're gods and godesses. I know it ain't easy, even when the land ISN'T enveloped in strife. Talked about it with a few of them. Wouldn't take the job by choice.

I accepted it, when it happened... the one next to become the goddess receives upon them a mark, but to be the goddess means living as the goddess. ... I did not refuse it.

[ As the line would move, so would Furiae, not forgetting where she was despite her shift in mood. When foods were being picked, she would be quiet or speak when it was her turn. ]

You're very brave.

[His own brush with godhood during the temporal distortion had been more than a little frightening to him when he'd come back from it. He could never do it again, even if he was at least mostly sure he'd do a better job now than then, should it come to that. Knuckles shook his head, swishing those thoughts out of his head and started loading his plate up with broccolli and carrot sticks and fresh fruit.]

....anyway! Hopefully being here now is a good change for you?

[ The compliment was one that didn't reach to Furiae. Her, brave... she had never felt anything of the sought. She got herself a fruit salad from the pick and a hot drink of tea to go with it. Maybe water would have been better, but the days were still cold and she enjoyed the drink now and then.

After the bit of silence, the query takes her a moment to answer, but she does nod her head. ]

It is... and for my brother as well.

Yeah...

[He felt a little awkward. Maybe Caim hadn't yet told her of his prior crimes? And he'd promised not to do so. And he and Caim were collaborating on the murder case. It was just plain complicated for a guy who liked simple, clear cut interactions with people.]

Yeah. He seems to be doing well here. Now.

[ Furiae didn't say anything, not until once they had taken their trays and picked out a place to eat in peace, hopefully at a spot where no one sat close to them. She took the opposite side to Knuckles, sitting looking at the table and the foods that stuck out on the trays, until she returned to their conversation. ]

I'm not blind to how people feel towards my brother... I know that he hasn't many allies, that his friends are few...

[ She watched the steam from her cup rise in front of her, but decided to look at Knuckles instead as she spoke-- ]

But he has changed... compared to the man he was before.

[ -- and then she looked back down again, to her lunch. ]

He is happier... even if it is only a little.

I know he's changed. I've seen that much.

[He started to eat, thinking it over.]

He has at least one really good friend. Mac Aroni. Guy is one of my best pals, so, Caim's in good company there. And he's been helpful to me without asking for much of anything in return. You could call us allies.

[He felt weird saying it, but it was true. In this matter, at least.]

Mister Mac Aroni... he introduced me to him not long ago. He appears as you say.

[ She decides to take the drink into her hands, feeling its warmth on her hands. Still quite hot, maybe too much to take a drink, but she considers it. ]

But thank you... for allowing my brother to be of help. [ She lowers the cup a bit, looking to Knuckles and giving him a short bow of her head. Her eyes quickly enough though return to the drink as she takes a sip of it. ]

You don't gotta thank me. I needed his help and he was willing to give it so it's fine - He was eager to be of help and I gotta give him kudos for that.

[He crunched down a few more sprigs of broccolie and tried to figure out a different direction to take the conversation. He really didn't want to get into 'your brother was a serial killer' territory.]

So, have you gotten to see much of the city yet?

[ Furiae knew she didn't have to thank him - and that she herself could make little difference to much. She gave a simple nod to his words, and didn't say anything in the small of silence that occurred and took to some of her food.

When the new topic arose, Furiae waited until she had eaten the slice of fruit in her mouth, then answered when ready. ]

No, not quite. I arrived inside the city, but I have rarely been since... once, or twice.

Huh. Well, I guess it might be a little much to take in being as you just kinda arrived and all, but you should try and check out a little more of it. There's actually a lot of fun places to go and a lot of neat things to do. What kinds of stuff do you like doin' for fun, anyway?

[ The question, as simple it is, makes her time a moment to think. She already knows the answer, but did could she say anymore? But nothing came to mind... ]

I... read, and I spend time with my brother. They may not be much, but I do enjoy them...

[ But she feels a little embarrassed, looking down at her bowl of fruit. ]

Right, I see. So you're a quiet sort of person by nature. I gotcha.

[He smiled - there was no judgement here.]

You know who you should meet? My good pal Voile. You two would probably get along great. She likes to read too, and she's a real sweet girl. You'd probably also like Vianca - she's a little white haired girl who runs the Library. Very quiet, doesn't often speak much. But again, she's actually real sweet.

[...he never HAD made her smile, though. One day. One Day.]

There's a lot of nice book stores in town. Sometime, when the city is a little more settled, I could show you them. If you'd like that.

...

[ It's not that Furiae doesn't appreciate the offer, but it makes her quiet as she considers it. He seems to be the sort who would earnestly do it, but... ]

Your offer is kind, and I do not think ill of you, but we do not know each other well... I don't want to be a burden on you, or to be a chore for you...

[He actually chuckled at that, waving a hand dismissively.]

It's cool if that's not something you wanna do - you're right, we don't know each other that well. But trust me, I'm not gonna offer somethin' like that if it's a bother or a chore.

[ She bowed her head, feeling somehow guilty, but she raised it back up. ]

Perhaps... one day, when I am more settled, and life in the city has calmed, as you said...

You must also be busy with your investigation... I wished to ask you how it's progressed. I've heard nothing of it.

It's.... frustrating. The police have pretty much given up on her case with so many new ones cropping up, but they still refuse to give me EVERYTHING they know because it's still under investigation. They don't care and every time I ask them about how things are going, it's like they think I'm wasting their time.

[He frowned, spearing a piece of carrot with his fork.]

One interesting development though - I'm pretty sure there's some weird stuff going on. Like... supernatural kinda weird. I got a gift and a note - Note said 'sorry' and the gift was a bottle of ketchup. Thing is, her nickname for me was Ketchup Head and there's no way anyone coulda gotten into my house to leave it where it was. We have ghosts at the school so... I dunno. I dunno what to think.

Do you believe it was her...?

[ Whatever thoughts she had on it, Furiae doubted they would be useful, and she didn't wish to cause Knuckles any doubt. Stories of ghosts were more often than not malicious, but... ]

I.... think I believe it's her. I know ghosts are real and I know they can do things like this. There's a lot of them in certain ruins in my homeland. Usually they're malevolent and will attack you on sight but.... yeah. This is just classic Kitty being Kitty.

If it was her, then, to leave you that message... do you know what the apology might have been for? She must have wanted to give you it, and to know it was from her, no matter what...

No. I got no clue why she'd feel like she has to apologize... if anyone should be apologizin', it's me. She's the one that got killed, and I wasn't there to help her out like I shoulda been.

So I gotta track her down and return her apology. That's all there is to it. Hopefully some of the folks I been talkin' to can help me with that.

Help you... to get in contact with her? Or with your investigation?

To get in contact with her. If I can track down her spirit and maybe talk to her, she could maybe tell me who killed her. Then, I can track THEM down.

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