Sixth Investigation

[bathymetric]

Another Friday. The air is strangely cold as you wake, potentially wondering if this week will follow the trend of the last two. How can you afford to keep bleeding people like this? Surely this isn't sustainable. One way or another, some kind of reckoning has to be coming.

But before that reckoning, there's one more time you need to go back into the breach. You hope not, but... it was one hell of a motive this week, after all. Up and at 'em, gang. Helios Suites is body-free, so you can grab a breakfast or something before heading out, but... for one last time, there's something out there for you to find.

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[bathymetric]

[ ... Well, Mafuyu, your day is about to get Worse.

It's a big building, so it's maybe not immediately obvious... until is is, anyway. There's someone on the floor, um. Surrounded by a lot of blood. No points for guessing the condition of this particular person, vis a vis mortality. ]

[sastruga]

[This was supposed to be her morning! Can people stop dying!

...Okay, she isn't actually nearly as indignant as she carefully approaches this someone. She has no illusions about them being alive, still, so... she'll skip right to seeing who's here.]

[honeyedtea]

[ At least Mielle is here to provide... moral support....... ]

cw severe head trauma

[bathymetric]

[ Unfortunately, there's not much face left to tell who this was, so if that was the only deciding factor? It would be tough to tell. Hell, there's not much head left at all, the whole thing is crushed.

But the build of the man on the ground before you - large, imposing (he would hope, anyway) - lets you know, seeing how few of you are left, exactly who you're looking at. Congrats on being the last couple standing, Mafuyu and Mielle.

Nandor the Relentless has, perhaps unwillingly, Relented. ]

[sastruga]

Oh... no--

[what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck]

etemo cw BUT CAN YOU BLAME HER

[honeyedtea]

His– his head–

[ That's all she manages to get out before a full-body gag has her clapping both hands over her mouth. ]

I SURE CANNOT

[sastruga]

Ah... mm...

[She take a shaky step backwards... and then stops, steeling herself.]

Just... look away, alright?

[And she'll take out a bottle of water that she'll be handing to Mielle because what else can she do right now?]

cw: gore, panic

[specialyellthing]

[what can you do indeed--

because Zinda, who has been mostly calm, the whole killer shark thing aside, while they were here-- is bolting in, white faced after the announcement, and just full force pushes past the girls.

She throws herself down onto the ground beside him.]

N-no, damnit, don't--- [and then she does something terrible.

She starts to try and put his head back together.]

continued cw as above

[honeyedtea]

Zinda–!

[ A combination of disgust and alarm is what jars her back into action – before she can touch anything, Mielle grabs at her shoulder and... well, she tries to haul her back but lbr Mielle is a delicate maiden and Zinda is Zinda so I know where my betting odds are going. ]

Don't touch him!

cw: so much gore and head trauma and panic

[specialyellthing]

No, No, I hafta--- [Sorry, Mielle, you're getting a sharp elbow, as Zinda's previously white gloves turn red with Nandor's blood.

She just needs to hold him together. She just needs to make sure all of the brain is in his head, and then hold it together with enough pressure, and--]

cw: case 6

[visiblepattern]

[There's a lot of commotion over there - a lot - and so that's where he finds himself; he just...stares at what's left of Nandor for a moment, hands clasped over his mouth, before just- ]

Zinda, Zinda don't -

[inaclearing]

What...?

[Brett, somewhat foolishly following the sound of commotion, walks in here.

And, well, he’s done really well here so far. Mostly. But here, at the sight of all that blood, his face goes abruptly paper-white, and he makes a small sound in the back of his throat before his knees buckle and he just finally faints.]

[specialyellthing]

[sorry but like brett who]

[inaclearing]

[understandable, have a......day]

[sastruga]

Brett--

[heck heck heck]

...Pardon me. [Okay, she might not be very strong, but she should be able to at least... drag Brett to a wall and prop him up a bit. Make sure he's okay, while everyone else deals with uh

Zinda.]

[inaclearing]

[Luckily, this is one of those momentary blackouts rather than sustained unconsciousness - ]

Holy fuck!

[Unluckily that does mean he is awake and able to witness this again!]

[sastruga]

[That's okay. She's gonna get in front of him. Force him to look over at her, putting her hand up on his shoulders and everything.]

Brett... Just don't look, please.

[inaclearing]

[Brett curls a hand around her wrist as if to ground himself, looks up at her, and immediately feels awful in a different way!]

Sorry, sorry, I - um, Zinda.

[She needs help more.]

[sastruga]

...People are with her. It's okay.

Maybe get some air? Or water?

cw: emeto

[inaclearing]

Uh, I - yeah, I think I'm gonna -

[TO THE BATHROOM!]