Lulu Azhal
Monty Mole
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- She/her
That's... definitely not what I planned for when I came here... This definitely is karma for taking someone else's mail...
Hm, if the moon couldn't contain him, then... yeah... we'll have to find another way...
Awards Killing Game 2x2: Moon of Hope (Game Thread) - Day 3 - The Rat, the Bat, and the Dragon
- Thread starter Superchao
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That's... definitely not what I planned for when I came here... This definitely is karma for taking someone else's mail...
Hm, if the moon couldn't contain him, then... yeah... we'll have to find another way...
- Pronouns
- He/him
What- what did I say?! Not only are the- the ghosts trying to sabotage the Grand Experiment, but one of Gadd's lackeys has turned on us already! You couldn't ask for a clearer picture of undead treachery and Gadd's incompetence!
Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but I have no intention of getting caught up in some- some sick murder carnival! Mark my words, "King", you- you may have been able to breach that klutz's containment, but now you'll have to contend with a premier ghost hunter, so expect a short reign!
Lee Chaolan
Oh, excellent!
Lee Chaolan
Well, no matter. I came here to show off Violet Systems' latest development, and what better time than the present…
Lee Chaolan
Well… at least that's what I would say if I ever make it out of here and actually meet him… In any case, it's…
ショウタイム！
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Cloudwalker
Flower (Wo)Man
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- She/her
"Alright, now listen here, block boy! I didn't come all this way to some scientist's affair with a whole routine prepared to be stopped by some cubic asshole with a goofy crown, stupid cape, and an inflated ego and thrown into a fucking slasher film! I don't care whether you think your little speech and scythe-wielding minion are supposed to scare this funny guy! I will be performing for this audience, whether you like it or not!"
"Now, with that settled..."
"Us comedians aren't really known for intimidation, so I would wager my words had absolutely no effect and instead just pissed off the flying King Boo wannabe over there! Seeing as we're likely going to be putting each other six feet under in due time, anyone wanna be friends with a funny guy like me? Trick-or-treaters (@Boo1268), you two look promising. Think we could work together to survive this bloody ordeal? Team Undead? We could do great things together, us three."
- Pronouns
- He/Him |Boo1268
Boo1268:
I do agree good sir! Perhaps this RAPSCALLION of a false ruler will think otherwise as to mess with us! So I say the more the Merryer!
MoonAge
King Bowser
- Pronouns
- She/her
Pfft, I've seen some wacky spirits over the years, but man! "Night of the Living Geometry Textbook Doodles, coming up at 11 on KYLN-TV!" Anyone got a giant tea saucer? I think I know what to do with a bloated sugar cube when I see one!
Look, no need to lose your heads just because you saw the moon "seemingly" shatter into a thousand pieces. As fellow paranormal aficionados, I'm sure you realize that what we're dealing with here is just a measly Class 1-J Illusionary Poltergeist. Has the offensive potential of a rubber screwdriver, and he tries to overcompensate for it by cloaking itself in a fake moon and busting it up for a flashy entrance. Showmanship, a rare quality these days, right? Unfortunately for him, though, I've got something in store that's gonna feel all too real...!
IODIZING....SALT SPLAAAAASH!!
[THIS IS ONE OF REIGEN'S SPECIAL MOVES, WHERE HE RELENTLESSLY AS-SALTS THE TARGET WITH TABLE SALT!]
[THIS IS ONE OF REIGEN'S SPECIAL MOVES, WHERE HE RELENTLESSLY AS-SALTS THE TARGET WITH TABLE SALT!]
...Oh! S-so he's still...floating there!
HA! So this target may prove to be something of a challenge after all! Fine by me! Haunt easy tonight, Your Majesty, for when we meet again, I'll have a new batch of salt more purified than ever before! As for the rest of you, don't let this declaration of a so-called "Killing Game" send you running for the hills. Remember what we've assembled for! For the right pr-er, with your help, it would be an honor to work with such distinguished colleagues to exorcise this foe in the name of parapsychological progress!
(Better finish up those exams fast, Mob, ol' pal...)
Revin
I like wheels.
- MarioWiki
- Reverse Input
Zzzzz.... Bwuh...?! HUH?!
HEY! WHAT'S ALL THAT RACKET!? CAN'T A GUY NAP IN THE KITCHEN IN PEACE 'ROUND HERE?!
............Urk...!
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...Geh heh heh heh heh heh...
GAH HA HA HA HA HA!
Well, well, well. Look who's back. Didn't get enough of a beatin' last time, huh? Here for revenge against the great Luke Atmey, are ya? Too bad, punk. I know it's been about 8 years since we last faced off, but have you forgotten that I know your weakness? The only mystery anyone in this mansion will be solving is how many sugar cube granules you shatter into once I've beat the crap outta ya.
Don't worry, my fellow investigators. Especially you, salt guy. In case ya didn't know, this ain't my first rodeo. This whole killing game thing will be over before it starts. I'll be takin' care of this guy real quick, and then we'll get back to whatever that thing we were supposed to be doing here.
HEY! WHAT'S ALL THAT RACKET!? CAN'T A GUY NAP IN THE KITCHEN IN PEACE 'ROUND HERE?!
............Urk...!
...................................
...Geh heh heh heh heh heh...
GAH HA HA HA HA HA!
Well, well, well. Look who's back. Didn't get enough of a beatin' last time, huh? Here for revenge against the great Luke Atmey, are ya? Too bad, punk. I know it's been about 8 years since we last faced off, but have you forgotten that I know your weakness? The only mystery anyone in this mansion will be solving is how many sugar cube granules you shatter into once I've beat the crap outta ya.
Don't worry, my fellow investigators. Especially you, salt guy. In case ya didn't know, this ain't my first rodeo. This whole killing game thing will be over before it starts. I'll be takin' care of this guy real quick, and then we'll get back to whatever that thing we were supposed to be doing here.
Lash
Boosh.
Yeeeah, The Lash doesn't know what's going on, but it sounds like we're stuck in some freaky paranormal ritual where we beat the shit outta each other? Cuz if that's the case, I kinda do that routinely and voluntarily. This is child's play for god's gift to combat, baby.
Now, that being said, I don't take kindly to being bossed around by some floating polygon in a cape. They don't have orthodontists in that paranormal dimension, King Overbite? Lucky for all you poindexters, The Lash is nothing if not a team player - the only way I'm killing anyone is if they drop dead trying to comprehend my raw virility. Or yunno, if you deserve it.
The moon? Don't need it. That stupid hunk of rock was guilty of flying higher than The Lash. It's like Icarus; that's why they call it a waxing moon. You'd know that if you read a book that's not about ghosts or anomalies or whatever.
Anyway...if one of you dorks decides you wanna be a winner, come find me. I'll let you soak in my glory, and you'll get a front row seat to me punching that blockhead's oversized teeth down his nonexistent throat.
Now, that being said, I don't take kindly to being bossed around by some floating polygon in a cape. They don't have orthodontists in that paranormal dimension, King Overbite? Lucky for all you poindexters, The Lash is nothing if not a team player - the only way I'm killing anyone is if they drop dead trying to comprehend my raw virility. Or yunno, if you deserve it.
The moon? Don't need it. That stupid hunk of rock was guilty of flying higher than The Lash. It's like Icarus; that's why they call it a waxing moon. You'd know that if you read a book that's not about ghosts or anomalies or whatever.
Anyway...if one of you dorks decides you wanna be a winner, come find me. I'll let you soak in my glory, and you'll get a front row seat to me punching that blockhead's oversized teeth down his nonexistent throat.
JADE WINGLET FIELD REPORT -- DAY 00
I have arrived on Planet Dirt and integrated into the research facility. To my great dismay, I found it taken over by malice, negligence, and incompetence. The operation is spearheaded by an absentee lunatic by the name of "Gadd Zooks", who has misused it to serve his own selfish whims. In fact, the facility, which we previously assumed to be dedicated to the research of scavengers, has been modified to accommodate a deranged passion project about the study of ghosts and other fairytales. The scavenger specimen, thought to be ethically kept and raised on site, were in truth lured in from the outside and made into fodder for a "grand experiment". It saddens and enrages me that, even in this remote realm, scavengers are still used to satisfy the perverse machinations of more powerful creatures.
As part of this "great experiment", Gadd has released a spectral enforcer, a brutish ghost who purports to be a "king" of some description. Whether Gadd did this willingly or as part of an unintended accident is unclear, but I myself see little distinction in either case. Be it by overconfidence, negligence, or megalomaniacal insanity, It was him who allowed this incident to occur, so he will be made to carry the blame. But as Gadd's creature currently holds us hostage, we will have to address this problem before retribution can be issued.
Rather untimely, I find myself in a greatly weakened state. Presently, my frostbreath appears compromised to the point of non-functionality, and my wings lack the strength to carry me. Turtle has informed me that this may be a side effect from the inter-dimensional transit; some manner of temporary sickness debilitating me in selective ways. My full strength will "probably" be restored once I return to Pyrrhia. For the time being however, this leaves me in uncertain mortal danger as long as the malevolent entity exists.
Tonight, I aim to test the battle capabilities of Gadd's creature to gain insight into possible weaknesses. I have assembled a small strike force and will meet the entity in open combat in the foyer. Though the anticipation of conflict has me slightly anxious, I foresee little risk to my health. My combat training has prepared me for this eventuality, and though I don't relish the thought of killing sapient creatures, this thing is technically already dead, rendering the concern a non-factor.
In me flows the blood of countless Icewing warriors. I have nothing to fear from this adversary, that is what my heart is telling me. Moons guide my teeth and claws, and let justice prevail.
Statistics:
Alpha, leader scavenger (Reigen, Moonage)
Brimstone, horned scavenger (Victor, Flotzo)
Caltrop, silver scavenger (Lee, Ninelevendo)
Catfish, whisker scavenger (Lash, Hearts)
Ginger, growth scavenger (Coral Glasses, Roserade)
Jaw, weighted scavenger (Thanos, TPG)
Mona, facility mascot (NPC)
Pick, drill scavenger (Lulu, Lulu)
Plumage, crested scavenger (Atmey, Revin)
Puma, cat-like scavenger (Porticia, Pito)
Shell, carapace scavenger (Albina, Turb)
Silverfish, masked scavenger (Jackson, Cloudwalker)
Slinky, skewed scavenger (Lupin, Blathers)
Symbiote, motherly scavenger (Lyra, FWD)
Brimstone, horned scavenger (Victor, Flotzo)
Caltrop, silver scavenger (Lee, Ninelevendo)
Catfish, whisker scavenger (Lash, Hearts)
Ginger, growth scavenger (Coral Glasses, Roserade)
Jaw, weighted scavenger (Thanos, TPG)
Mona, facility mascot (NPC)
Pick, drill scavenger (Lulu, Lulu)
Plumage, crested scavenger (Atmey, Revin)
Puma, cat-like scavenger (Porticia, Pito)
Shell, carapace scavenger (Albina, Turb)
Silverfish, masked scavenger (Jackson, Cloudwalker)
Slinky, skewed scavenger (Lupin, Blathers)
Symbiote, motherly scavenger (Lyra, FWD)
Emseedy, Ratwing
Ratigan, Ratwing
Striker, Shellwing
Tanner, ?????
Tempest, Shellwing
Vigil, Shellwing
Winter, Icewing
Ratigan, Ratwing
Striker, Shellwing
Tanner, ?????
Tempest, Shellwing
Vigil, Shellwing
Winter, Icewing
Threats issued: 1
Doors questioned: 1
Coffees brewed: 1
Coffee-related casualties caused: 1
Gadds encountered: 0
Doors questioned: 1
Coffees brewed: 1
Coffee-related casualties caused: 1
Gadds encountered: 0
Brimstone,
Horned Scavenger
Qibli suggested I should name this one "horny", but I refuse to entertain his immature whims. Yes, this creature has two prominent horns mounted to the side of its head. I don't think I have seen scavengers with this kind of feature before. I have decided to name this one "brimstone", after folkloric stories of dragons born with crooked horns who mutated due to exposure to sulfur pits. It seemed vaguely appropriate.
This creature exhibits an excessively vibrant color scheme. It actually hurts my light-sensitive eyes to look at, but someone like a Rainwing with duller senses might find this more appealing. In nature, some types of insects or snakes have these bright colors to signify they are venomous. Perhaps this scavenger defends itself by impaling with its horns and injecting toxins.
Catfish,
Whisker Scavenger
An impressive specimen. This scavenger's stature is very tall and wide. In fact, it bears a passing resemblance to Jaw, being equally muscular and possessing a similarly-proportioned protruding chin. Catfish can be distinguished by its thick, tendril-like facial protrusions which superficially resemble the barbels of a catfish. This scavenger might be aquatic, or semi-aquatic.
I can only make guesses as to how it sustains itself. I am doubtful that a physique like this could be achieved through a primarily plant-based diet, so I assume this one to be a carnivore. My current guess is that this scavenger confronts prey and then strangles it to death via its powerful, prehensile facial tendrils, reminiscent of the hunting pattern of a python.
Shell,
Carapace Scavenger
This creature seems to be encased in metal from head to feet and carries around some kind of object which it guards jealously. Is there a living creature inside the metal skin? And if so, can it exit the metal shell, or are the protective plates fused to its skeleton like with a turtle? How does it feed itself?
Perhaps this creature subsists by finding a comfortable spot and then moving as little as possible to conserve energy. That would make it reminiscent of a woodlouse. I have watched this one enter long sporadic periods of inertness. In fact, I have been able to pick it up and carry it around with me while it was in one of its unresponsive episodes. Then it suddenly springs into a hyperactive state for a minute or two, before going back to "sleep".
Emseedy,
of the Ratwings
This person joined our group just before we were let inside the facility. His facial shape and attire somewhat resembles that of Ratigan, so I assume them to be of the same tribe.
- His demeanor seems to be somewhat guarded. He so far has divulged little information about himself or his intentions, rendering him a mystery.
- Has claimed to have history with this facility. Was allegedly here before.
- Despite appearing to have his guard up, his self-preservation instinct seems lacking, as he drank the vile coffee concoction I brewed with no hesitation. This killed him and required intervention by the immortality moon.
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
A "Killing Game"? Hm.
You may dress it up with your theatrics, but don't mistake it for sport. Taking a life is no game. It is the most serious action one can take. An irrevocable commitment, ugly when handled so carelessly.
And you toy with that boundary. Life. Death. Something to bend for your own petty schemes. I've spent lifetimes respecting that line - maintaining it, perhaps. So I find myself irritated by those who do not respect it, nor those who disrupt it for simple entertainment.
Mark my words, little wraith. You do not frighten me. If lives are lost here, that will be blood on your hands. That blood will linger. It will stain the balance of this world. And I will pay back each life you take tenfold to restore what is lost.
You may dress it up with your theatrics, but don't mistake it for sport. Taking a life is no game. It is the most serious action one can take. An irrevocable commitment, ugly when handled so carelessly.
And you toy with that boundary. Life. Death. Something to bend for your own petty schemes. I've spent lifetimes respecting that line - maintaining it, perhaps. So I find myself irritated by those who do not respect it, nor those who disrupt it for simple entertainment.
Mark my words, little wraith. You do not frighten me. If lives are lost here, that will be blood on your hands. That blood will linger. It will stain the balance of this world. And I will pay back each life you take tenfold to restore what is lost.
Cloudwalker
Flower (Wo)Man
- Pronouns
- She/her
"Oh, trust me, guy who resembles famous Marvel villain, you won't have to worry about any blood getting on ol' marshmallow's hands. Even if he stabs someone in cold blood, none of that stuff is reaching those T. rex arms of his! I'll be amazed if he's even able to grab a doorknob to open a door. In fact, I'd bet you that flying Kingpin over there isn't able to even touch his crown without assistance. That Tanner guy probably just got himself a job as 'royal backscratcher'."
"As for what you are actually saying, you go, grape! Just don't make any of that tenfold us, m'kay? Personally, I don't think I'd want to be caught dead in this place. Not alive either, in light of recent events, but not much I can do about that now, huh?"
- Pronouns
- He/him
...
[In the total quiet of the Graveyard, while chaos begins in the Complex nearby, Vigil's shovel strikes the ground, casting dirt onto the lantern laying on the edge of a new grave].
Hark. Master Gadd, the bell tolls once more. A familiar tone, but one that rings hollow with an echo I hath not heard for many years. These deaths will strike true, until yonder moon is restored to glory. I knoweth not where thee resides anon. I knoweth not where thine eyes gaze, or where thine ears listen. I knoweth not thy plan, Master, but I am but thy humble servant bound to thy will.
And yet, I carry a single wish. While the moonspace overhead is vacant.
[Vigil's shovel strikes the ground again.]
One who so boldly knocks on death's door... deserves not to have their spirit ensnared by the wickedness that hath overrun thine Complex.
I trust... thy foresight hath accounted for this first exchange.
...
[Vigil's shovel briefly wavers, but nonetheless, he strikes the ground with precision once more.]
Day 1 commences in May 30, 2026 at 1:00 AM
- Pronouns
- He/him
Well, these- these aren't exactly the sort of notes I expected to be taking at the Grand Experiment, but I suppose I'd better get to work. It's a good thing I had the foresight to treat the pages with my special garlic solution so ghosts can't read them! Ha ha!
These notes are the property of Dr. Tempest Ghouligrab, taken at the GHOST Complex's Grand Experiment. If found, do not read and return them to me immediately! In the event that I have met my untimely demise, I grant full permission for these writings to be incorporated into any biographical materials, including a feature film.
SUBJECT: "King Blocky Boo"
PRIORITY: Critical
This so-called "king" has breached Gadd's containment measures, and is now forcing us into some sort of murderous ritual. Whether this is the result of incompetence on Gadd's part or was planned from the beginning is yet to be determined. For my money, it could go either way! [NOTE: Remember to redact the previous sentence assuming Gadd survives this ordeal. The last thing I need is a defamation lawsuit.] Bears visual similarities to the Block Boo Diddly but lacks any of its distinctive behaviors, which may suggest a previously undocumented offshoot or merely superficial resemblance. Similarly has a heavy resemblance to the subject self-identified as "King Boo", but any specific relation is undetermined.
Observation suggests most, if not all, of the subject's power is held in his crown. No data on whether he possesses any latent powers of his own. He does seem to hold tremendous sway over the valley following the Dark Moon's destruction. Containment of this subject is currently top priority to ensure safely resuming the Grand Experiment. Do not pursue any other objectives!
SUBJECT: "Tanner"
PRIORITY: High
Just as I suspected, one of Gadd's ghost lackeys has turned on us at the first given opportunity. I cannot trust the others, naturally, but this one immediately showing his true colors indicates an active danger. Luckily, he appears to be a standard Glum Reaper specimen which is already well-documented by myself and other peers. Proceed with caution regardless in case of further trickery. Capture is recommended as soon as possible insofar as it does not interfere with the containment of his superior.
SUBJECT: "Porticia Knightley"
PRIORITY: Moderate
Despite a humanoid form, subject displays numerous visual similarities to what I have dubbed in my writing as a Feline Phantasm, also referred to among peers and the public as "Polterkitty". As previously noted, I object vehemently to this term as it presents too saccharine of an image for this specter. This may suggest that the Feline Phantasm possesses greater shapeshifting capabilities than previously documented, or the subject may be some sort of distant relative.
Notably, refuses to publicly align herself with either the "king" or the rest of us at this time, with a stated preference to keep her options open. Observe closely for both scientific and safety considerations. Priority level may need to be upgraded.
SUBJECT: "Jackson B. Humorus"
PRIORITY: Moderate
A peculiar specimen of unknown origin, self-identified as undead. Does not resemble any creatures I have previously documented. Face is mask-like in appearance, but displays emotive properties. While purely speculative, I remain open to the possibility that the mask itself is a distinctive entity exhibiting control over an unidentified humanoid.
Has, at the very least, publicly resisted the "king" so far. Capture remains desirable for further study once the current threats are dealt with.
SUBJECTS: "Boo #1,268" and "Specture Striker"
PRIORITY: Low
What appears to be a standard Boo Diddly specimen, exhibiting no signs of the characteristic shyness consistent with type B classification. Refers to himself with an identification number, suggesting prior escape from another researcher. Very insistent on a shared past with myself which I know to be categorically false. I believe this to be intentional deception while Prince Winter suspects false memories implanted by Specture Striker's hexed coffin. Fortunately, if this is the case he has dismissed my denial as being age-related, avoiding the problem of an unstable ghost.
Forms a seemingly inseparable pair with a Dark Bones. Once again appears to be a standard specimen, displaying visible wear and tear and personalized attire. Drags a coffin around with him, which remains a source of mystery.
Both have opposed the "king", and as potential scientific data from their capture is minimal, I am assigning them a low priority for the time being. They will have to remain under close observation, however.
SUBJECT: "Vigil"
PRIORITY: Low
Unlike Tanner, this one has at least not immediately betrayed us at first chance. Appears to be a standard Hobgoblin specimen, though much like Specture Striker, carries a coffin of unknown purpose and refuses to divulge its contents. Whether this will be relevant later is to be seen. For now, I have greater concerns elsewhere.
SUBJECT: "Mona"
PRIORITY: Minimal
Was a ghost, but then wasn't a ghost? Anecdotal data suggests this has happened before under the Dark Moon's influence. This scenario seems best classified under the standard resurrections, revivals, and resuscitations chapter and I do not believe the subject to pose any threat to the Grand Experiment and its participants at this time.
- Pronouns
- He/him
"Heh heh. It's almost time. You felt it too, right, Vigil?"
"The sensation of death, the feeling that someone has perished in this Complex."
"Yes. But make no mistake, foul fiend. I will not have you be the one to succeed."
"There's no need to spark a fight, Vigil. When he takes over, you'll have a seat too. Just like Mona."
"Did you not say..."
"What have they done!?"
Attention all Test Subjects of the Grand Experiment! Something has happened! A body has been discovered!
Mona Warnewicke has been found dead in the Terminal!
Code: SOTERIA
Ultimate Emergency Plan
Ultimate Emergency Plan[As you watch, a spectral figure slowly arrives. They approach the body, only for a purple force to throw them back.]
"That's not supposed to happen!"
"Here we go! Thanks for the body, gal - we've got a nice proper murder case going on!
Oh, and to all those who tried to take me down tonight..."
"Good effort. Your tricks ain't gonna work again!"
"That's not supposed to happen!"
"Here we go! Thanks for the body, gal - we've got a nice proper murder case going on!
Oh, and to all those who tried to take me down tonight..."
"Good effort. Your tricks ain't gonna work again!"
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CASE FILES:
-The victim's body is dangling from one wire in the Terminal.
-There is a large injury to the back of the victim's skull, and the victims belongings are strewn below.
-There is severe damage to the kitchen. Explosive damage.
-A large splatter of paint is near the Clock Tower.
-The Ice Lake has been frequently visited tonight.
-The Foyer looks like a massive brawl has taken place inside.
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Day 1 ends in Jun 1, 2026 at 1:00 AM. Make sure you investigate wisely!
Revin
I like wheels.
- MarioWiki
- Reverse Input
Well, well, well. Looks like we got a mystery on our hands... Youse ain't gotta worry, though. Ace Detective Luke Atmey has this covered. Lemme show you how a pro gets it done...
GRR!!!!!
SHUT YER TRAPS!!!!!
............................
...Geh heh heh heh heh heh... Now I see! It's all gettin' real clear...
Zvarro! The truth's clearer than mud.
Even though she was alive before, I can now say with 100% sureness that Mona Warnewicke is dead. Another mystery solved, easy peasey. What's for lunch?
- MarioWiki
- Fun With Despair
Kyeh, so what? This lady already died and found her way back to her body when we were checking the place out. Obviously the Esoteric connection between body and soul is particularly strong in her case, she'll be back by morning unless we burn the body and terminate said connection, banishing the ghost to... wherever they go.
You're welcome for the idea, "ghost hunters". Getting rid of some run-of-the-mill ghost isn't that hard if you're really willing to disrespect the dead.
But whatever! Why don't we check out the fruits of my genius instead of wasting our time playing detective? The Ice Lake, if you please. Status check on the generator! Kyahahaha!
Lulu Azhal
Monty Mole
- Pronouns
- She/her
"And the first victim is Mona, hm. My apologies for handling your body, but I'll take a look at her body more closely"
Cloudwalker
Flower (Wo)Man
- Pronouns
- She/her
"Oh. They, uh. Actually did end up letting someone die. And I was hoping they were bluffing."
"Well, I have an idea on how to solve this case, easy-peasy."
"Hey, ghostly apparition of the now deceased Mona! What was the cause of death and who killed you? Please leave out no detail!"
- Pronouns
- He/him
- MarioWiki
- Superchao
- Thread starter
- #121
You head to the Ice Lake. You find that there's a second hole in the lake now, slightly larger than the first, and some splashes of water around the second hole. There's also the discarded bones and guts of a fish by the first hole.
The ice elementals are hovering around the frozen pump.
You investigate her body more closely. It looks like her neck is broken along with the head injury, and she looks both sooty and frozen. Her gloves are covered in some kind of congealed, stinking slime.
"!!!"
[Apparently panicking over her continued ghost nature, Mona flees at the speed of fast. You're not sure where she went to. Guess you'll have to look for her.]
- Pronouns
- He/Him |Boo1268
Specture:
Oh GREAT, not only is that FAKER still here, hes also killed another person! This is just like the Light House all over again! Well seems like all we can do now is wait to see who done did it, so I guess ill start by investigating the head injury further, see if I can find out what could have made the dent.
- Pronouns
- He/him
You examine Mona's head injury a bit closer. It appears to be a relatively uneven impact with a deeper, oblong dent on one side. It's hard to tell what kind of object would make this kind of bruise, but you can guess she was probably knocked out immediately on impact. She's missing her helmet, and it's not amongst her belongings scattered below the Terminal.
You examine the safe in the Foyer. It's embedded into a wall covered in paintings, one of which has fallen down and smashed, depicting the Dark Moon. Ironic. The safe itself has a combination lock and a very small keyhole. The keyhole is oddly scuffed and rusted. The combination lock appears to require 3 digits.
The rest of the Foyer is in quite a state, perhaps it would be worth looking at as well.
Lulu Azhal
Monty Mole
- Pronouns
- She/her
I'm not sure this will work, but I want to let off some steam for all this. I don't apologize for this, Your Majesty.
[She pulls out a handgun, aims at the ghost king, and shoots.]