first investigation

[arsholes]

[On Friday morning, the second Friday for the Thanatos Institute apprentices in the tower, the outside sun rises and spreads its light through the arrow slit windows in the tower’s stone walls. People rise from their beds, some earlier risers than others, and shuffle along to begin their day.

Things are quiet, even with the lowkey air of anxiety that’s lingered since Tuesday when the Alchemist made his offer and Bryn attacked Bruno with an animalistic fervor. It’s probably fine, this hanging silence in the air.

Probably.]

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[arsholes]

[It's a carving knife.]

[philomachy]

[Well. His knife now.

Anything else to note about it, because if not just gonna go ahead and take another look at the body itself...

...Which, since he just pulled that knife out of it, how warm was the body? Has our idiot prince been dead for like, a good amount of hours, or...]

[arsholes]

[No, not much else about the knife.

The body has started to drop in temperature, but more importantly perhaps is the onset of rigor mortis.

So, a few hours at least.]

[philomachy]

[Gotcha, gotcha. Alright. Any other injuries or was this a stab-'n-done?]

[arsholes]

[Oh, this was a stab-'n'-done, alright. But there is technically another wound.

An exit wound.]

[philomachy]

[Damn just fucking skewered the twink, huh?

Whereabouts is that exit wound? Like, chest, abdomen, gut--]

[arsholes]

[His chest. For reference, yes he was just run straight through back to front with the knife.]

[philomachy]

[Damn alright that'd kill a guy. Which, rq just for the sake of being thorough, I know blood was mentioned, but how much blood is on the scene? A good, normal bleeding out amount?

If anyone knows how much blood that is--]

[arsholes]

[A metric fuckton. At first glance, it looks like a human-and-a-bit's worth, but...

Well, how good's your sense of smell?]

[philomachy]

[Real damn good.]

[arsholes]

[Despite the similarity in color, the red liquid spilled all over the table is a mix of blood and wine.]

[philomachy]

[Damn at least clean up after yourself a little, Mx. Murderer.

...Is this just... standard red wine smell (with bonus hints of copper) in there or-- look I don't wanna play murder table sommelier here, but that's just where we're at now]

[arsholes]

[It's- actually, it's the opposite. Most of the spilled liquid is blood. There's just a whiff of tannins and alcohol over top of the unmistakable coppery tang of blood.]

[philomachy]

[Hm.

Yep. That's blood alright.

Okay gang mystery solved.

Anything else to note about either the blood puddle or the body or does everyone else got it?]

[arsholes]

[There's nothing else about the body but there is one more thing on the table. Specifically, a knocked-over candelabra. The candles have fallen out, one on the table and one on the floor.]

[philomachy]

[Huh... Is that supposed to be in the library or was it taken from someplace else? He spends a lot of time here, he'd probably know.]

[arsholes]

[It was not here originally.]