(OPEN) Murder In Correlia (Murder Mystery Thread)

[Davdo Jongran]

(This is a murder mystery thread. You have the option to interrogate NPCs, search the crime scene, or scenes, and finally...solve the murder. In order to solve the murder, you must claim that the murderer is *insert NPC name here* and must have evidence. You are not permitted to kill another PC, but can kill a non-player character)

(Also, it requires three posts for me to move on with the story. If three posts are not received by an hour and a half, I'll move on with the story anyway. I hope you understand and thank you)

Location: Coronet City, Correlia.

Time: 12:00 PM


People walked through the streets of Correlia, the night sky high above them. People pushed past each other, grunted, and rain poured down. However, it seemed quite peaceful. That was until a loud yelp of fear and agony came from one of the many narrow alleyways. A teenager glanced over his shoulder into one of the many alleyways, before he screamed and began to flee. People so began to flood the entrance of the alleyway, most screaming and some...taking pictures. However, inside of the alleyway was a man lying on the filthy ground. Several wounds dug deep into his stomach and a bloodied hunting knife lay next to the corpse. The man wore only jeans and a rugged coat. However, further down the alleyway, there was a small black fabric, and upon closer inspection would appear to be from a trench coat or something similar. Painted on the left wall of the alleyway, would be what appeared to be a smiling face...painted with pure blood.

 

[William Seraven]

The scream was what woke me up. One moment I was trying to sleep, the next I was listening to some woman howling like a banshee. And as an expert on howling, I must say that she did well with those high notes. In any case, I rolled over and looked off the side of the roof where I was enjoying my peaceful dreams just moments earlier. What I saw then, made my blood turn cold. A man lay dead, just meters from where I had almost chosen to sleep. I leaped from my perch and landed next to the body, my legs bending to absorb the shock. "Please don't tell me it was the butler."

[member="Davdo Jongran"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Patrolling the streets of Coronet city was something that Tugoro found himself doing often. Of course, it happened to be a coincidence that he was nearby, upon hearing the shrill scream of terror and pain. Coming to a halt, the young Jedi's robing would billow slightly as people began running back and forth in a panicked frenzy. Pivoting quickly on his booted heel, the boy would begin to survey the area, watching the citizens run and slowly analyzing the patterns of their movement. Somewhat random, though most seemed to be running towards him, thus prompting him to head in the direction they came. Breaking into a light sprint, the youth would slip through the crowds, avoiding collisions with his small agile frame.

Arriving in front of the alley, Tugoro would begin to push his way through the crowd, finding it unnecessary as those present began to turn, examining his Jedi attire. A path would open for him, giving him a clear view of the bloodied alleyway. Looking upon the scene in disgust, the boy would continue to move, advancing on the body that reeked of death. Apparently, the body was also accompanied by [member="William Seraven"], who seemed to be standing right next to it. A suspect, it seemed. "You there." The youth would call, lifting a single arm to point in the man's direction.
[member="Davdo Jongran"]

 

[William Seraven]

An ear and my tail flicked as the jedi called me out. Come to think of it, maybe my drop by might have been perceived as a little suspicious. Still, best not to give him any reason to run me through with that glorified glow stick of his. I lifted my hands into the air and slowly turned to face him. "Hey there. William Seraven, and you are?" I wanted to examine the place, something inside of me begged for the chance, but right now, I had to convince this kid that I was on his side.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

[member="Davdo Jongran"]

 

[Davdo Jongran]

The piece of fabric that had not seemed to be noticed yet, slowly pushed forward, nearly flying out and onto the street. This piece of material could have been a major part in the story, and it still had a chance to be saved and not sent into streets to be never seen again. That was once the sounds of sirens began to blare. The symbol painted with blood still remained unnoticed. Yet, they had plenty of time to examine it.

[member="William Seraven"]

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Before Tugoro could come up with a response to fire back at [member="William Seraven"], the piece of black cloth that had lain upon shot by his face, catching his attention entirely. Turning quickly, the young Jedi's arm would readjust it's aim, focusing on the material instead of the man that had been present at the scene of the crime. With a slight exertion of the force, Tugoro would harness it's energy into a telekinetic state, causing it to stream forward and wrap gently around the cloth, pulling it back towards the group that had gathered, and into the boy's hand. Examining it closely, the youth was unsure of what importance it held at first, though figured it was be helpful in solving this puzzle.

Now averting his attention to the individual within the dark alley, Tugoro's voice would speak out once more, sounding rather quick and toneless. "Turn around, face against the wall." He advised, beginning to approach the more than suspicious man who just happened to be present. Once he heard his defense however, the Jedi would be able to determine his innocence through the force.

 

[William Seraven]

My eyes narrowed on the piece. A moment more and it would be gone. "Lets do this later. Put that weapon of yours on my stomach, do whatever you need to do to make sure I'm not up to something, but if you've got a brain in your head, you'll know it wasn't me. Now let me take a look at that cloth." I stepped forward. A moment ago, I would have gone along with his game, but when evidence almost blows away, one can realize that every moment is one more that can lead to contamination of the evidence, missing evidence, or in the worst case, a missing suspect.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

[member="Davdo Jongran"]

 

[Malachite the Shoki]

A scream, a dead man, a suspect, and an idiot. That's what I could see from my speeder. But now, the idiot in question had a lightsaber, and the suspect was in danger. I leapt down, creating resistance against the air through the Force, and safely landing on the ground. I shook my hand, which lit it on fire, and walked up to the Jedi.

"Let him go, or there will be another corpse on the ground. Unidentified."

I lifted my hand to show him the fire, and glared.

"Turn that glorified nightlight off, and let's actually get something done."

[member="William Seraven"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Davdo Jongran]

Once [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] examined the piece of fabric, he would notice something very, very, very unusual. Written with a pen, the words "Downtown. Cantina. Bartender." Only three words were written on the fabric, seeming to give directions.

Underneath the words was a signature, the signature read '-Your killer' The wind slowly died down and finally, a police speeder screeched to a halt outside the entrance of the alleyway. Two police officers climbed out, removing their blasters and training them on the group of people that happened to be crowding around a corpse. "PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" The first officer demanded. The second cop was shaking in his boots and his hands were worse. Sweat was dripping down his forehead. Probably just a new officer. The shaking officer constantly glanced over to his partner, as if not comprehending what was happening at the time.

[member="Malachite Avachei"]

[member="William Seraven"]

 

[Malachite the Shoki]

I looked over at the cops, and rolled my eyes. Of course, I still made sure they couldn't see my flaming hand. That might cause problems.

"Can't you see I'm trying to investigate a crime scene? Put those toys away."

I looked back at the Jedi, and glared threateningly. I was close enough that the officers couldn't hear me

"You have fifteen seconds to step the hell back. If you don't, I will incinerate you."

[member="Davdo Jongran"] [member="William Seraven"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Stuffing the obviously important piece of cloth into his pocket, Tugoro would readjust his gaze, looking back to [member="William Seraven"] who had begun talking. Listening to the man speak, the young Jedi would nod as he subtly picked at the man's mind, evaluating whether his words were sincere or not. He held no hostile intent, and surely was not responsible for the victim's death. The young Jedi would simply shake his head from side to side as he requested to see the cloth. William wasn't in a position to be making demands, especially after the Coronet police force showed up. Sighing loudly, Tugoro's arm would lift, waving down the officers who would note his attire. A Jedi. Hopefully they figured the situation was under control.

It was then that [member="Malachite Avachei"] made an appearance, speaking of a lightsaber that had never been drawn. All three of the boy's hilts remained strapped to his belt, that fit snugly around his waist. Tugoro did not figure he needed to kill anything, and so he had not activated his deadly weapon. However, that train of thought would begin to change as he watched the fox's hand light on fire, hardly intimidated by his actions and words. Who did this fool think he was, threatening a Jedi on a Republic world? The Padawan would laugh at Malachite, shaking his head from side to side in disappointment as he assessed the flames. They didn't look too dangerous. And so, Tugoro would stand his ground, a determined shine in his emerald eyes. He didn't have time to deal with this, he had to figure out where this cantina was.
[member="Davdo Jongran"].

 

[William Seraven]

Idiots. The lot of them. My hand dove into the jedi's pocket shortly after his left, months of pick pocketing making it an easy task to snatch the cloth. "Will everyone put their things down. Jedi, step back. Furry dude, fire away. Copper, put that down before you blast a hole in a person. The killer isn't here. Now, lets look at our resources. We have two dog people. A jedi, and corsec. Now, lets examine the scene." He brought the cloth to his nose and sniffed it before moving over to the body. "Act logically, and if we're lucky, this poor fellow will be the only one dead."

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
[member="Malachite Avachei"]
[member="Davdo Jongran"]

 

[Malachite the Shoki]

I let the fire on my hand go out, glaring at the Jedi as I did. Idiot probably thought I couldn't or wouldn't torch him. Why? Because he was in some kind of position of power? Psh. I looked over at the younger guy, noting the tail.

"Two dog people, huh? Interesting."

I let my mind reach out a bit, and only feeling the idiot Jedi, I looked about for more Force presences. I rather liked the Sith, in general, but I didn't like their habits of murdering people. This certainly didn't seem to be the work of one, though. No Dark taint over the dead body.

"Those cuts don't look like they came from that knife. They look like claw marks... Or repeated bites."

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Davdo Jongran"] [member="William Seraven"]

 

[Davdo Jongran]

The officers stared as [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] revealed that he was a Jedi. Nodding, the officers placed their weapons in their holsters. "C'mon, the Jedi has got it. We'll just get a detective down 'ere!" The one officer said. With that, the officers drove away but an ambulance was definitely on its way.

[member="Malachite Avachei"] was partially correct. A few of the wounds were a bit odd but a few wounds did appear to be stab wounds. The rain suddenly came to a halt. These three people, however...still had much, much, much more ahead of them. The blood painting was nearly gone, possible evidence destroyed. Now, would these people move forward? Would The crime never be solved? The killer never to be apprehended? This was all up to them...

[member="William Seraven"]

 

[William Seraven]

William sighed in relief as the tension settled then walked over to the now ruined painting. The rain had done its damage, but he had his wiles. He brought his nose to the stone and sniffed around, bringing his hardened nails to scratchthrough the areas where the scent was the strongest. "The blood was applied like so. As smiley face. Keep that in mind, our killers a sunny side up kind of guy." The task was simple. Where it was applied, it would linger. Where it would linger, it would smell more. Though the task of checking this was not enjoyable.

Next William finally made it to the body, examining the wounds. "Many of your 'scratches' are just mangling from the dagger, though I can see what you mean. The killed was hiding his species with the weapon, which was ultimately the cause of death. This attack was preemptive, made out of spite. This clawing wouldn't kill. He was torturing the man." William looked up to who was left from the crowd. "Anyone here two minutes or left after the incedent, stay. I'll want to know EXACTLY what you saw."


Tugoro Taidarious
Malachite Avachei
Davdo Jongran

 

[Davdo Jongran]

An older gentleman stepped over to [member="William Seraven"]. "I-it had s-scales!" The old man said, lifting the whiskey bottle in his hand up to his mouth, chugging half of it down. "I-it s-said "I-I'm back, you bastard!" The man said, taking another swig from his whiskey bottle. "I-it laughed a-as he s-screamed! I-it was tall and t-talked with a h-hiss!"

[member="William Seraven"]

[member="Malachite Avachei"]

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Malachite the Shoki]

I nodded at the old man, and studied the sparks running across my hands.

"Scales... So, a Nikto, Weequay, or something similar."

I smiled kindly at the old man. He had good taste in booze, so I felt a little bit of empathy for him.

"Did the guy have a tail? Or horns? Or something that was really obvious?"

[member="Davdo Jongran"] [member="William Seraven"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[William Seraven]

His eyes narrowed at the man's words. "Reptilian. Clawed. Hissing." He sniffed the cloth again. "Explains lack of living scents. I would wager trandoshan or Barabel. How big was he?" That was a plus when it came to being a drifter You got to see a LOT of people. As for the other dog person, his tail question was reasonable. But his conclusions were quite off. "Weequay aren't scaled, and neither of those have a hiss. We're looking for something significantly reptilian. More so than humanoid in its mannerisms."

[member="Davdo Jongran"]
[member="Malachite Avachei"]
[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Malachite the Shoki]

I nodded and shrugged. The guy probably knew better than me. That was fine, as long as I didn't have to listen to that idiot Jedi.

"Probably Barabel, if we're looking at that kind of jump. Trandoshans that big usually aren't the most light-footed of individuals. Usually."

I looked at the old man, and held out a bottle of whiskey. Not much better quality than his, but it was probably better-tasting.

"Go ahead and take it. Not like I need it more than you do."

[member="William Seraven"] [member="Davdo Jongran"]

 

[Davdo Jongran]

"T-tail, it had a tail. The victim s-seemed frightened the m-moment he s-saw I-it. I seen t-the dead man at the cantina, downtown. I-it's called the Scorched Sarlacc. H-he was a-a-always yellin' at the employees and tryin' to get one of them dancers to go home with 'em Two of them employees got real mad 'bout it. They've siblings, brother an' sister." The old man explained. The old fellow then snatched the bottle, happily.

[member="William Seraven"]

[member="Malachite Avachei"]

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]