THIRD INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

This week's promises were a little weird. From a threat, to an opportunity, to... This has been the closest to a full-on bribe Fontaine's gotten. You can't say he doesn't give you taste of what's to come, but is anyone going to take it? Maybe with the group vandalism you all did, feelings are high for sticking it to the man instead of biting at the obvious bait.

Of course, if you try to use the plasmids you'd previously injected, you'll find none of them will work. That's probably not a good sign. Honestly, giving a bunch of people dangerous injectables... What was the Mayor thinking?

Wait. That's the point, isn't it? Better get looking...though you may not have to go far at all.

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[bootyhunter]

[Forrest brings up an important point.

They will never find out who did this if they don't do a thorough investigation. Dandy is the emotional sort, hot-headed and passionate, but all the anger leaves his body after an involuntary quivering of muscles occurs. He lets something that sounds like a stifled cry- It's soft, however.

His tone quickly switches to one of pleading.]

Fine.

But I stay.

If we move him, I do it. Please.

[Dandy begins to feel the waves of guilt wash over him, the current violent.]

Poor bastard.

[He laughs, the sound mirthy and pretty fucking unhinged, to be honest-]

He actually predicted this.

We just had no friggin' clue.

[visiblepattern]

[He's quiet for a moment at that; he's always had a stubborn streak, a tendency to be an asshole, it came straight from his dad. But there's something else he gained from being here, things Dandy himself had said - the previous ones were not fair to him, but this...]

No. No, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. About anything, I'm sorry.

You take point this time. I'll try to instruct as best I can. Both for Hagakure's sake and because it's better to have a few people who know how. I'll teach you.

[bootyhunter]

[He nods at that, Dandy's dark, almond-shaped eyes glossing over. His muscles relax, somewhat.

Any of his usual bodily whimsicality is completely absent.]

Where do we start?

[Nobody has ever heard him speak this quietly or this clearly.

There's no frivolousness to be seen.

He kneels next to the body, staring at the poor fortune teller with a vacant look. This vessel isn't the person he loved, it's just an empty shell.

Dandy of all people understands that.]

[giddyundertaker]

I see we've got the autopsy covered, then?

[ He doesn't wanna get in the way of Forrest, the lad has done a good job so far. Dandy, though... ]

Would either of you mind if I offered some assistance with this?

[bootyhunter]

No.

[His response is quick and emotionless, the sound similar to that of a single drop falling into a giant, stagnant pool of water.]

Go ahead.

It's my hands we're gonna be usin', though.

[And he asks, because even though he can feel that heartbeat which had unceremoniously begun over the weekend slow and thrum to a steady halt, he still cares enough to be kind.

When the cards are down, Dandy is, to put it simply, a sentimental man.]

Is that alright?