final investigation

[arsholes]

[It's been almost a week since Orthrus' lucky escape. Almost a week, of all calls to Heisenberg going (metaphorically) to voicemail. Almost a week, to rest and recover from the harrowing losses of the previous Friday.

It's been almost a week. And the storms are getting worse.

You know the locked door on the first floor? The one that goes into the center of the tower, right across from the great entry hall doors?

Today, there's a heavy iron key sticking out of the lock. With a familiar crest on the head.

The key is sticky with wet yellow paint, and wetter blood.]

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[arsholes]

[RIP to my HTML... oh well it didn't lose anything I just de-smalled too early.

Anyway, yes it's fairly obvious that this is Heisenberg's bedroom. It's also fairly obvious that he must be completely fucking noseblind.

In addition to the queen sized bed with two metal nightstands, there's also a small reading area, with a worn-in, comfortable leather chair and a side table with a few items on top of it.]

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

[Mei sets down her bundle of supplies beside the table. What? She can't investigate and carry all their stuff.

While she's there, though, what's on the table?]

[arsholes]

[There's a wooden box, an antique book, an antique journal with a unique shape, and a small, leather-bound journal that looks much less aged than the other two.]

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

[Mei will pick up the newer journal first and leaf through it -- what's in here?

[arsholes]

[It's Heisenberg's notebook.

The notes within don't seem to make much sense on their own. There's one page that's just decoding a cipher, and then another page that just says "vampires real???" with a terrible caricature of a scowling woman with sharp teeth and a wide-brimmed hat. There's an arrow pointing to her that says "part real vampire? No way."]

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

A code...? She looks kind of scary.

[But Mei will keep that one open to the cipher and try the older notebook! What's this one got?]

[arsholes]

[Good news! If she sits down in the thinking chair with the cipher, she can read the old-ass journal.

This journal is bound in an exquisite leather that seems to be several centuries old. It's gilded at the corners, and perhaps most unusually, it's shaped like an equilateral triangle.

The journal is written in immaculate cursive, and seems to be a journal belonging to a powerful alchemist. This alchemist, who never calls him- or herself by name in the journal, seems to be desperate to create the Magnum Opus in order to use its power to find someone that they lost.]

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

[Mei takes... some time to translate this, but she thinks she gets the gist of it. She bites her lip and hesitates, then gently shuts the books. Now on to the non-journal book. Is this alchemical theory or something?]

[arsholes]

[Actually, no!

It's also a nearly ancient tome, with a fine leather cover that was probably once resplendent. The gilded paint on the title and the authors' names has worn off over time, but the relief where it was printed is still there.

This is a book about monsters, and how to kill them.]

[reresurrected]

[He kind of wishes he didn't actually have a physical body right now because Heisenberg please have you never heard of taking baths, but... he'll take a look at the bed...]

[arsholes]

[The bed is unmade, as if the occupant had left it in a hurry. But there's a thin layer of dust, on both the bed and the nightstands.

Other than that, there's thankfully nothing that exciting about the bed. There is something on the nightstand beside the used side of the bed, however.]

[reresurrected]

[Good, because ain't no way he's touching that bed.

The nightstand is another story, however. What's up with that?]

[arsholes]

[It's a compact.

One with a solid black onyx gem inlaid on the back of it.]

[reresurrected]

[Ah... Heisenberg's, clearly. He'll pocket that and then take another look around to see if there's anything else of interest there.]

[arsholes]

[There's a small door, presumably to a closet (that isn't shown on the map), and there are two larger doors.]

[reresurrected]

[Time to open this supposed closet with one hand on the hilt of one of his swords just to be safe...]

[arsholes]

[It's... a closet.

Thankfully, no one's in here. ;)

...There's also not a lot of clothes in here, though. Sure, a few extra sets, and also a pair of raggedy, pilled-up, holey sweatpants on the floor, but either Heisenberg does laundry about once every three days, or he's fairly liberal with the sniff test.

There's also a metal tacklebox on an upper shelf with a padlock on it.]

[twibeast]

[ He'll watch the door while the other two look at those two spots, this smell is a lot for one poor dog okay ]

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

Orthrus-san!

[Mei comes over to the door, carrying a small pile of books on top of her bundle of supplies.]

I found some strange books... I know you know about witches and things, do you know about vampires? It looks like Heisenberg-san doesn't like them, and the Patron, or someone else, really seems to know a lot about them.

[twibeast]

Vam....pires?

No I... I can't say I do. I don't think I've heard of such a thing before.

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

Oh... He's got a journal of an alchemist trying to make the Magnum Opus to try to bring somebody back, too. Maybe that's why Zenos-san was talking about bringing all the dead back, when he possessed me. I guess we'll have to ask everybody else what they found.

[twibeast]

Bringing someone back huh...

[ mmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMM he'll. Keep his feelings about that sort of thing to himself, he doesn't want to dash away anyone's hopes just yet. ]

Good work, Mei. You've done well.

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

Thank you! [She smiles before her face falls.] It's all kind of scary, to be honest. If that's what the Patron wants, why go this far?

[twibeast]

When people are confronted with grief they sometimes go to some truly deplorable ends to cope. If they've already set on the path of defying the natural order to reclaim the one they lost then suffice to say there are very few lengths they aren't willing to go, no matter how vile.

[ Not me out here foreshadowing my own story or anything ]

[arsholes]

[Hey doggo... Remember when I said there was a faint smell of blood under all the man-stank?]