FIRST INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

To say this week has been intense is, generally, an understatement. Friday dawns like any other day. Some of you may have guessed that something like this would happen. It's not a difficult assumption to make, considering what's at stake. Mayor Fontaine has come forward with clear intent, and maybe expecting twenty-five people to stay strong against it is too much. Or maybe not! You never know!

...For those of you not entirely convinced, however, those visible traces of blood in the elevator might speak differently.

Comments

[bathymetric]

[ It does indeed appear to be caused by one (1) distressed Pokémon! Leafeon himself will confirm with some very determined nods. ]

[onemillion]

[Good to know! Assuming Leafeon is our #1 piece of evidence, there's still something left in here, so... Aside from the notes meant to hurt us later, is there anything noteworthy (pun very much intended) on or in the desk that might be useful?]

[bathymetric]

[ There is not! And in fact, unless you wanna do a little optional Leafinterrogation that is all there is to find here! Apologies, the clear comment didn't go through for some reason. ]

[onemillion]

[No worries!! But while he's here, he may as well ask Leafeon some questions, so!!]

Leafeon, did Adaman leave suddenly last night? It seems odd that he would lock you in there.

[...Hmm.]

Was he going to visit the others in the meeting room?

[bathymetric]

[ Leafeon shakes his head and then holds up a paw; a moment, he has to think about how to convey this.

He jumps off the bed and moves his ears back, in a kind of... An attempt is being made at a ponytail? Leafeon is trying his utter best at a ponytail. Then he starts pacing, back and forth, slow and methodical, dutiful. ]

[onemillion]

[It takes him a moment, but...]

Oh! Adaman was very worried last night, is that what you're saying? He was... pacing back and forth, likely considering something before he left.

[Is that about right?]

[bathymetric]

[ Leafeon nods but then raises another paw. Mostly, but there's something else to it. He gestures to the door, and then starts pacing again. Actually- if allowed, he'll do his pacing out through the door, still with the Adaman ponytail. ]

[onemillion]

[Of course, he'll follow along! Leafeon understands the gravity of the situation, so he probably won't go sprinting off anywhere.]

He still seemed troubled when he left?

[bathymetric]

[ Another nod, though now, in a larger space, Leafeon starts going in a circle. He pauses every so often, to look over something invisible, and then keeps going. ]

[onemillion]

Was he waiting for something? Or... working on a plan of some sort?

[Ohhh, he really hopes this was not "Adaman plans a murder while Leafeon watches, unaware" but...]

[bathymetric]

[ Leafeon shakes his head. He pauses and then sits at attention, chin raised.

It's a leaderly pose. Rossiu especially should recognize that much. ]

[onemillion]

[Of course he recognizes it, that's his default pose!!]

Oh, he was thinking of his subordinates - he was worried what would happen to them?

[bathymetric]

[ Leafeon raises a paw to point, at Rossiu himself and then the other doors around the suite—and out into the other suites. ]

[onemillion]

Not just his subordinates, but everyone here. That's certainly understandable.

[He's quiet for a moment, considering.]

Was he going out to check on us or... to make sure no one was out so late?

[bathymetric]

[ And to that, Leafeon grimly nods. ]

[onemillion]

Oh, Adaman...

[Rossiu shakes his head and forces himself to focus.]

Thank you, Leafeon. Did he tell you anything else before he left?

[bathymetric]

[ One last thing, it seems. It's a little difficult for a quadruped. But Leafeon brings his two front paws together, as if praying. ]

[onemillion]

[Oh no...]

He prayed to Allmighty Sinnoh. That we would all remain safe, perhaps?

[bathymetric]

[ Another nod. He hit the nail on the head. ]

[onemillion]

[While he's certainly not a religious man, he understands just how important it was to Adaman and how truly unfortunate it is that this happened to him.]

...Thank you, Leafeon. You may remain with me for now, if you'd like. I'm not sure what comes next but... I promise you, we will find out what happened.

[And what comes after that... well, that's out of his hands. They can at least determine what befell poor Adaman last night, however.]