(OPEN) Murder In Correlia (Murder Mystery Thread)

[William Seraven]

"I'm willing to bet money it was a barabel. Thank you sir. If you could give the locations of those siblings, it'd be greatly appreciated." I'd heard of the bar. Slept outside of it a few times. The music was good and I was familiar with the owner. "One of you get those addresses, I'll be on my way. Also, keep in mind to have the detective take pictures of this scene. We might have to review them in the future." William P.I. Had a certain ring to it. Who knows, if this goes well, I might even join the business. After I'm done wandering that is.


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

 

[Beowoof]

Always has to be a call in the middle of the night. Always has to be a killing. Always has to be someone uniquely 'creative', as well. Unfortunately for this guy, his gimmick had been used so many times before. If he was going for originality, he scored a one out of ten.

Yeah, this was her town--a lovely one, indeed. One of these days, she was going to call in sick and just sit by the beach all day long with a train of systematically emptied caf mugs surrounding her. But for now, this was what her job was going to be. Same stuff, different day. Lieutenant Spritejägare sighed as she pulled up to the scene of the crime. Four subjects stood about the maimed body, deliberating over some piece of cloth and the faded smiley face that was, of course, painted with blood. Sadly, the CorSec agent felt more annoyed by the perverse graffiti than distraught over the dead person, but that is just how things get when one spends a few years in any police force.

Ducking out of her patrol speeder, the blonde approached the congregation, keeping her hand in contact with the short variety of DH-17 hanging from her hip. She knew these three stooges were not killers--at least, none of them were the killer--since they would have run away by this time. But troublemakers come in all shapes and sizes, and none of them seemed particularly put off by the presence of a corpse. That was worth noting. "Everyone here's spent some time with a body before, I take it?" She raised her eyebrows and watched as one of the subjects conveniently had a bottle of whiskey to hand out to the panhandler. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy your explanation for that."

[member="William Seraven"], [member="Davdo Jongran"], [member="Malachite Avachei"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Malachite the Shoki]

I looked up innocently at this new officer. She was rather pretty, and I figured she was probably the 'detective'.

"Oh, hi, there... Did you hear the news? Somebody died here. Imagine that!"

I mimed my eyes popping, and waved the old man with the whiskey away, saving him from whatever trouble I'd caused. I shrugged at the pretty officer, and smiled crookedly.

"Explanation for what? Giving my old uncle a spot of nip to keep his nerves? Poor bastard needs it after the, uh, mental trauma."

[member="Malin Spritejägare"] [member="William Seraven"]

 

[William Seraven]

My ears pricked as I heard the voice of the officer. Turning away from the body, I gave her a polite smile. However, my smile died down at her question. Does watching your uncle get dragged away and shot count? "I have. Easier when its someone you don't know." I noticed a drop in my tone. Don't think about it. DO NOT think about it. "So, I think we should start with this. Suspect is a likely a barabel, or similar tailed reptilian. Murder weapon was the knife, though the victim was first eviscerated with claws, likely for sick pleasure or revenge." He pointed towards the wall. "A smiley face was painted in blood, and our friend here must have known the killer, or at least that h was marked since he got a note from the killer, detailing where he would be killed." With that last part, I pulled the cloth from the coat and offered it to the officer. "Victim was last seen at the scorched sarlacc where the killer made first contact. He is known to have two siblings. A brother and a sister. Otherwise, his identity is unknown." Once my speech was done, I moved on to the victims pockets, checking for any personal possessions or things that might be of interest to the case. And for once, I didn't intend to keep it.

[member="Malin Spritejägare"]
[member="Malachite Avachei"]
[member="Davdo Jongran"]

 

[Davdo Jongran]

The speech may have shed light on the situation, but it was not the damning piece of evidence they needed to send the suspect to prison. They still have yet to visit the Scorched Sarlacc cantina. No more evidence seemed to be in the area, and the crowd of people quickly left the area. The wind slowly picked back up once more, and a few drops of rain fell from the clouds. Would this group of people send the person responsible to prison? Or perhaps the case would fade into oblivion, the victim never being avenged.

(I apologize for the long delay)

[member="William Seraven"]

[member="Malachite Avachei"]

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

@Malin Spritejagre

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

I was looking to find where I landed, simultaneously feeling a disturbance in the force. As though somebody had been brutally silenced. Meeting up with a group which seemed to be looking for something, I quietly fell in.

[member="Davdo Jongran"]
[member="William Seraven"]
[member="Malachite Avachei"]
[member="Malin Spritejägare"]
@[member='Tugoro Taidarious'],