...Forgive me, but I haven't been completely honest. When I first laid eyes upon you, I had my suspicions based on your appearance alone, I can see rather plainly now, of course, that you aren't who I suspected you to be. But after looking upon the good doctor's reconstruction of the spirit in...
Well, it certainly seems like you care for Storm - and your lacking presence outside of your suite is noted, so for the time being, you've got little to worry about from my end - if it eases your nerves. I doubt it'll help, but I've been in the direct path of attempts on my own life as well, so...
Keep your firearm holstered, my good man. I believe we're on the same side here. The young DeMorge is an old friend of mine, and I wish to see him cleared of all accusations. I take it, considering the status that being the resident of a penthouse suite affords, that you are the uncle he speaks...
...Very well, Mr. Ethos. I agree to your terms, and I thank you for being forthcoming. I shall drop my suspicions - for the time being. The purpose of a deduction, you see, is to uncover the truth - even if it requires the proposition of a theory that may not hold water. No pun intended, of...
Storm! Ah- don't worry, I'll avert my eyes.
Still, good heavens, we've been looking everywhere for you. You're being accused right now of a crime you surely didn't commit, and it's all because of this blasted paint. One way or another, it seems the Concierge has it out for you. Ah, but... I...
While Aldrich is staring ominously towards us, let's waste some more of his time and actually take a look at the Infinity Pool/Pool Access to find out more about that paint trail.
Let's also check the Medbay, curious to know what Soleil was doing in there.
Ah, that's better. Many thanks, Reginald. Now, where were we?
Right. The matter of our mysterious vandal. With all we've learned within these past few hours, dare I say that we've learned more than I'd expected to within such a timeframe. Enough, I believe, to put forward a theory. Now, don't...
...Well said, Reginald.. Well said.
Young DeMorge may be many things, his past clouded by his father's dark ambitions. But he is not his father, and he has left those looming shadows far behind to pursue his own path, freed from Solomon's devilish grasp. Three years, it's been since. Three...
Does this damned trail never end? Truly, it has been nothing but water and paint, all the way down! Why, if I determine the identity of this nefarious painter, I'll-
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Ah, now look at this. A veritable canvas of its own, this deck appears to be. The origin of our mysterious pigment...
Well, well - what do we have here? I would hope Reginald is doing well with his own investigation back at the exhibit, because it appears this particular branch of the investigation may take me a while. Let's see then...
Take a closer look at those towels with the paint smudged on them. Does...
The Sunroom, eh? Well, certainly wouldn't be the worst idea to investigate. Let's continue to follow that trail.
Though... as I pass the golem, I would like to inspect it. Is the paint most concentrated in a particular area? Do its footsteps appear to match the puddles or the trail from earlier?
Quite the lovely selection of artwork you've procured for the display - thankfully most of it seems to be intact, save for the obvious. But... what's this I notice? A trail of water... well, I'd look rather foolish if I didn't follow it, wouldn't I?
Follow the trail of water out of the...
That symbol... Aha... to think, I was almost beginning to consider that we may perhaps be in for an ordinary vacation after all. Indeed, it seems, fate's arrow has yet to miss its mark.
Moh, was it? I believe we have yet to meet - though something about you does... remind me of someone...
Ah, there we go. No more relays. Thank god.
Another round, same as before. As usual, I'm excluding my own team from these; and I'll also be excluding Flygon as well. She's dropped out of the game, and as such I feel as though it would not be particularly constructive to give any kind of...