Sanity not included
The girl finished her breakfast, and headed back to her room.
No one has noticed me... they've already forgotten me after the fan... Why doesn't anyone ask me if I'm alright? Or what my name is?...Does anyone even care? Do they... not like me?... Do they hate me already?...
She walked over to a window, placing her fingertips against the glass.
A single tear strolled down her face.
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
"Slow down, maam! One question at a time." Sebastian saw the girl leave the room, apparently sad, which put him at a conflicting point. He could either go speak with her, or speak with the girl here.
He eventually chose neither, as his stomach chose to rebel against him at this exact moment. "Excuse me for a moment." Sebastian headed to the restroom in the other building. A short time afterwards, he sat down and began to think, taking off his hat and letting his hair fall down from being tucked in it. This would get a slight bit awkward if someone walked in and saw the white bangs and white and black ponytail, but his head itched incredulously right now, which took priority.
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
Dancing All Night
Marcus noted the woman heading upstairs. Part of him told him to see if she was alright, while at the same time he was a bit scared to talk to her. Eventually, he went with his more compassionate side, and followed her up to the bedroom that was once Auntie Ambre's when she was young.
"... ... Ma'am......" He said after some hesitation, "... ... ... ... Are... You okay?"
Meanwhile, downstairs, Engel was learning about the happenings of last night, "Right... Yes... I'm... I'm so sorry for your loss, Camus... ... No, don't worry about coming over today. You need to... Yes. I'll tell them... But... ... ... Right, I-I'm not quite sure how to explain that to them..."
edited 10th May '11 8:13:33 PM by Motree
“DAMMIT WHEN I HEAR 'SPACE CQC' ALL I CAN THINK OF IS BIG BOSS WITH A FISHBOWL ON HIS HEAD, STRANGLING AN ASTRONAUT OUTSIDE THE ISS."
Hmm. Phone call gets our host out of room, and suddenly both the quiet girl and the polite guy leave… I'll have to find a chance talk to them alone. And there's something weird about those twins as well. What kind of people have I end up with? Can I trust them? Certainly can't trust the villagers.
For now, Daisy decided, it might be best just to sate the little girl's curiosity a bit.
"Well, I can't speak for the others, but I've never met any of them before, and don't remember anything about the forest."
Sanity not included
She was surprised, slightly. "Um... yes, yes I am... Thank you for asking..."
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
Sebastian tucked his hair back in his hat and quickly returned to the breakfast table. "Terribly sorry, everyone.", he said as he sat down.
It was an understatement to say something felt off to him. He and eight others wouldn't just conveniently wake up in an hospital after all being found unconscious in a forest to find out the way out of the town was blocked. That was incredibly coincidental.
He looked at the seven others from the hospital that were at the table quickly and in turn: He would need to speak to them eventually. His eyes finally settled on the twins, sitting right next to him. He quickly scribbled a note and tossed it their way, the note saying: Pardon me, but may we speak with eachother at a later time?
"I have no recollection of why i ended up in the forest either, sadly. I wish i could give you a better answer, maam, but i sadly cannot.", Sebastian told the girl.
edited 11th May '11 5:37:44 AM by InfiniteParagon
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
Dancing All Night
"... ... ... ... ... You looked upset... ... ..." The little boy said, "... ... ... What's wrong?..."
Anya seemed a little disappointed, but brightened up quickly, "Oh... Oh well! I'll have to find out some other time!" It then occurred to her to introduce herself, "Oh... I'm Anya. Sorry I didn't say that earlier!"
While his five-year-old daughter cheerfully socialized with the guests, Engel sighed and hung up the phone. Something serious had happened in town. A murder. And... It wasn't a coincidence that these people should show up a week before. But... Why now? Why not in the past?
He headed back into the room, a calm look on his face but a grave expression in his eyes, "Anya. School has been canceled today. Go let your brother know. Aunt Ambre will be here to watch you in a few minutes. I'm heading into town." There was a sense of urgency in his voice.
“DAMMIT WHEN I HEAR 'SPACE CQC' ALL I CAN THINK OF IS BIG BOSS WITH A FISHBOWL ON HIS HEAD, STRANGLING AN ASTRONAUT OUTSIDE THE ISS."
It was as he was eating his breakfast, focused attentively on that whilst only paying partial attention to everything else, that Engel had come back into the room. At first, Ryan continued with his eating, as this didn't seem much important. But then, there was something in his voice; something that caused Ryan to halt the track of his fork...
His eyes closed, opening soon after, and he said "Mr.Engel; is there something wrong? You sound pretty nervous..."
edited 11th May '11 9:45:46 AM by kkhohoho
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
Sebastian remained quiet, but his eyes had a glazed over look, as though he was lost in thought. He's right... Engels got something on his mind... "Sir, whatever it may be isn't our business. Leave him be.", he told him, giving him an odd look, but quickly so as not for anyone else to catch on. From there, he acted as though nothing was wrong, eating his breakfast.
He's talking to Ryan.
edited 11th May '11 9:40:36 AM by InfiniteParagon
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
He was hesitant to obey 'Butler' Sebastian's request at first, but he didn't want to make a scene, especially with everyone else around.
"Fine; we can talk about this later." He took another look at Engel, before trying to get back to his breakfast. Unfortunately, 'try' was the key term; he just couldn't think about breakfast right now. He begrudgingly got out of his chair; his plan was at this point was to take a good 30-60 minute to rest and think, and then take a walk around the town. "I'll be in my room, if anyone needs me." And so he started to head off back towards the barn...
(It's a barn, right?)
edited 11th May '11 9:45:06 AM by kkhohoho
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
Sebastian kept eating his breakfast, finishing it quicker than he normally ate. But this was to be expected, his mind was racing. Engel wouldn't say anything around his children, which was the mans key flaw in his logic. He probably is reluctant to share anything else, so... He made up his mind.
"Excuse me, everyone, and thank you for the breakfast Engel. It was delicious." He was quick to follow the man back to the farmhouse. Entering, he waited at a nearby window concealed in the shadows to see when Engel left. This is where being a detective was crucial: He needed to follow Engel without being spotted.
He didn't bother hiding from the man, whose name he still did not know. "Your name, sir?", he asked him.
edited 11th May '11 10:18:21 AM by InfiniteParagon
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
Ryan was busy in thought; aside from all the strange happenings that had already occurred, there was now the matter of Mr.Engel; it was clear that something was amiss. Unfortunately, due to Sebastian, he was unable to ask him directly at the time. And now that he had had time to think, perhaps that wasn't the best idea after all; in fact, the *best* idea would be to try to observe him without him knowing. It was clear that the matter at hand might have been important, and if so, Engel wouldn't just give it out to complete strangers; or, people he's only just met. There was only thing for it; find Mr.Engel, keep the distance without being spotted, and discover just what the bloody heck was going on.
It was then that he was interrupted from his thoughts by — as he would soon see upon looking — Sebastian once more. Sitting up on the bed that he had been laying on, he said "Name's Ryan; Ryan Mc.Kenzie. Reporter, in case you haven't guessed." He gave a grin. "And if I may so, I'm not too shabby, to say the least." He then noticed that Sebastian was positioned near a window; it seemed that he was looking for something...
"Tell me," said Ryan, "you lookin' for somethin'? It wouldn't have to do with, oh, I don't know... Mr.Engel, would it?" He gave Sebastian a good look with those last three words.
edited 11th May '11 11:23:49 AM by kkhohoho
I'm indifferent!
Ro frowned slightly as the quiet girl—the one who sort of reminded him of his sister—walked out of the room, looking oddly…sad, in a way. A more observant and fictional young man would have chased after her, and caught her by the hand as she walked away, causing the girl to turn to him and cry on his incredibly manly chest, but, fortunately, he wasn’t observant, he wasn’t fictional, and he didn’t have a particularly muscular build. Also, that would be retarded.
Instead, he simply returned to his breakfast with a shrug, and carried on with his breakfast.
The hat guy then tossed them a note, and Ro caught it reflexively. Opening it up, he nodded to the man and passed it to his sister. She glanced at it for a split second before nodding as well.
Despite his obliviousness, he did catch on to the fact that Engel Despois had become upset by something as the man hurriedly told the guests that he would have to leave. Something had obviously come up, and it wasn’t good. Ro stood up, and quickly cleared his plates. He looked up at Mr. Despois, and spoke to the man.
“Sir, I’ll take care of the dishes and whatnot. And don’t worry about us. I can’t speak for the other guests, but Sis and I can take care of ourselves if something happens. Go do whatever it is that you need to do.”
He started gathering the plates from everyone who had finished, and brought them to the sink for cleaning.
You know what I hate? Hypocrites. That and obscure self-referential statements.
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
Sebastian gave a small grin. "Correct, Mr. Mckenzie. I happen to be a detective, or 'private eye' to some. Tell me, how would a reporter handle this?", he asked, glancing at the man.
He instinctively reached out with his hand, holding his fedora as if to take it off. He thought about it, but it didn't seem like a good time to, with Mr. Mckenzie in the room. But his hair itched so badly...
edited 11th May '11 11:54:45 AM by InfiniteParagon
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
"Heh. Well," said Ryan, "the way I see it, I'd probably just do what you were seemed to be doin', which is what I was about to do anyway; observe Engal, see where he's goin', and," he brought out his notebook, "keep tabs. Well, sorta'. See, when I don't take the time to think about these things, sometimes I get a bit...reckless. But I still always make sure to watch my back." As with the other bits, that last statement was quite true, in this case thanks to a little 'gift' he possessed, deep in his handbag. He hoped he wouldn't have to use it in this town, but at this point, who knew?
"So, seeing as we both have the same idea, how about we sort this out together, eh?" He wouldn't much like working with Sebastian, but, it would be nice to have some help. Not to mention, he was a detective. That would certainly be, well, helpful.
edited 11th May '11 3:38:14 PM by kkhohoho
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
"You took the words right out of my mouth, Mr. Mckenzie." Sebastian replied, smiling. Removing his hand from his hat, he extended it to Ryan to seal the deal, all the while keeping an eye on the window. He didn't have anything against Mr. Mckenzie, but he made a mental note to keep an eye out incase he did something stupid.
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
Ryan smirked, and shook Sebastian's hand. "So then," he said, "we just keep standing here until we see Engal. That right?"
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
"We could walk into town and wait, if you'd prefer. I came in here mainly to get you, first.", Sebastian replied, slowly heading to the door. But first, he brandished his headphones, plugging one in and playing another song... resisting the urge to dance.
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
"Sure, that'd be fine.", said Ryan. "I'd ask you if you had anywhere in mind, but we've never actually been there before. Let's just decide what to do when we get there, eh?"
(If Sebastian walks to town in his next post, then he has permission to let Mc Kenzie walk to town with him.)
edited 11th May '11 2:16:45 PM by kkhohoho
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
Sebastian and Mr. Mckenzie headed into town, stopping at the end of the road to Engels home. Sebastian hid himself in a small brush to wait for Engel, motioning for Mr. Mckenzie to follow. "Alright, now we wait for Engel..."
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
...And Ryan followed Sebastian into the bush. "So," said Ryan to Sebastian softly, "we're not just gonna' jump out of the bush, are we? It'd certainly give the old man a heart attack, that's for sure." He smiled while saying that last sentence; not out of seriousness, but in jest. That is, unless you have any other ideas..."
edited 11th May '11 6:21:01 PM by kkhohoho
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
"We go to the farmhouse once our business is done, or we stay around an explore. Your choice." Sebastian replied, still looking for Engel. He should be here any minute now...
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
Sanity not included
"It's just waking up in a villiage I've never been in... not knowing anyone... It's stressing, is all."
edited 11th May '11 3:26:37 PM by Dragon573
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.
Dancing All Night
"... ... ... Oh... ... Well... ... If you ever need someone to talk to... ... ... I can listen... ... ... Um, I'm... Marcus..." The little boy didn't seem to be much of a talker, but he seemed to be able to pick up on emotions very well.
Engel hurried out the door after giving his little daughter a goodbye kiss, and apologizing again to his guests. He was happy Ambre had been over freakishly early to cook... If it had been his own cooking, it would have received much less praise. He headed down the path, not noticing Sebastian or Ryan hiding in the bush, and into town. He headed to the alley, where people had seemed to swarm. Something had happened... A murder.
It wasn't the murder that was most startling... It was how they were murdered- the brutality of it. The corpse was mutilated from head to toe, stab wounds distorting the face into something that came from nightmares. Gardening stakes had been driven into the knees, with the arms twisted backwards into a position anatomically impossible, supported by bloodied chains that were secured to the railing along the roofs of the buildings that framed the gruesome scene.
edited 11th May '11 5:05:46 PM by Motree
“DAMMIT WHEN I HEAR 'SPACE CQC' ALL I CAN THINK OF IS BIG BOSS WITH A FISHBOWL ON HIS HEAD, STRANGLING AN ASTRONAUT OUTSIDE THE ISS."
Well, the little girl was fidgety, anyways. Her little twin brother was much quieter and hadn't spoken a word yet. Perhaps he's shy? In any case, the little girl seemed anxious to ask the guests questions.
When Sebastian asked her about her excitement, little Anya was overjoyed at the chance to ask questions, "I wanna ask questions!" she exclaimed cheerfully, "Where'd all you come from? What's it like? What was it like in the forest? Are you all friends?..." She seemed to go on and on with a barrage of questions.
Her brother, meanwhile, sat beside her, reading a book that seemed rather high-level for his age.
Engel chuckled a bit at his little daughter's antics, and briefly wondered where Camus was. He was snapped out of his thoughts by the phone ringing.
"Excuse me a moment. I'll get that." He headed into the kitchen and answered the phone.
“DAMMIT WHEN I HEAR 'SPACE CQC' ALL I CAN THINK OF IS BIG BOSS WITH A FISHBOWL ON HIS HEAD, STRANGLING AN ASTRONAUT OUTSIDE THE ISS."