Mystery of Bloodshed (OPEN)

[PinkGhostofSeaside]

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[PinkGhostofSeaside]

Eshwyn gasped, who could have done this?? She looked down to the five humans who had been alive just five seconds ago. Eshwyn had turned from them for a second, then turned around to see them on the ground... dead.

Eshwyn turned to Diamnd, "Did you see who did this?"

"I'm afraid not, Eshwyn"

Eshwyn glided up to a large rock close to her and took a look around for suspects. She saw somebody walking across the desert floor, close to her.

"Hey, you!" Eshwyn glided down to see who it was.

[BlueEvilGhostofSeaside]

The Huntress was walking through the maze of large rocks and sharp stones. She had a mission. She was set on an assignment by a race of people called "Morpholians." She was to kill an exiled Morpholian who was somewhere around Fallian.

She looked at the small paper in her hand. There was a small picture of a Morpholian female named "Eshwyn Albtraum" This was who she was looking for. The only reason she was actually taking this assignment was because if she didn't she wouldn't have been allowed to live by the other Morpholians. Cranky flying fire creatures... She let out a low growl, the last couple of weeks had been really rough on her. Before she was going to carry on with her mission, she was going into a Fallien town and get a bite to eat and supplies at an inn.

[Moonberrycat]

Iris glanced around, for once, she wasn't somewhere. Well, actully doing SOMETHING. She was just sitting on a rock just relaxing. She started to hum to herself, enjoying the sunshine and relaxation. I should just chill more often instead if getting in the heat of things She chuckled to herself then started singing a bit. Turning, she heard a sound and stood up to investagate.

[PinkGhostofSeaside]

Eshwyn gasped at who she saw, why... it was just a young girl! Eshwyn couldn't help but be reminded of her old friend Ashla...

She examined the teenaged girl looking up at her- she saw weapons! Did this young, innocent looking girl kill them?? No... She didn't see any wounds made by a sword on the people who had been killed.

"Who is it?" Eshwyn heard Diamnd ask from behind her.

Eshwyn turned to the fire spirit and replied, "Just a girl."

"'Just a girl'? Are you positive she didn't do it?"

"I'm sure," Eshwyn replied, "There were no wounds made by sword on those people." She turned to the teenage girl and smiled, "Hello, I'm Eshwyn, who are you and what are you doing here?"

[BlueEvilGhostofSeaside]

Out of character: I got the inn's name from the name of a remix for a Falling Up song. It was random... And sorry if this scene reminds you to much about Star Wars XP

It was a merry afternoon in the Complexus Inn; the costumers were eating and drinking their hearts out, the manager was talking to the waitress as she was cleaning the counter, and the musicians were playing a happy song! FlameShadow peeked in through the door, Pathetic peasants, they think their lives are perfect? Wait 'till I come in and ruin it all. She chuckled to herself and kicked open the door.

"Everybody! Listen up!"

The music stopped, the people stopped eating and laughing, all attention was drawn to the door. Flameshadow walked in and went up to the main counter, "I'm sorry to crash your little party, but I need a couple things from you."

The manager gasped, "You're- you're- you're a... bounty hunter!"

FlameShadow smiled, "Yes I am."

"I'll... I'll never serve you! Bounty hunting scum!"

"Oh, I think you will." FlameShadow said, her hand slowly falling onto the hilt or one of her Twin Katanas, "Cause if you don't..." She pulled her weapon out and grabbed the waitress with her free hand, and pulled the blade up to her neck.

The waitress screamed, "No! Let me go!"

"I will make this woman, and all of your customers very unhappy!" FlameShadow threatened.

The manager stood there frightened, everyone else in the inn too, just starred at this horrific young huntress and her prey. "I'll.." The manager decided, "I'll... What do you want from here?"

FlameShadow grinned, this trick always worked!

[Moonberrycat]

"I'm Iris Clove Weatherbird, but just call be Iris, who are you? Oh, and i'm just here doing nothing, just relaxing" She noticed the....thing with her, but decided NOT to say anything, she learned the best thing to do is play it easy and things roll smoothly.

[Iva]

Iva emerged from the room of the washing-basin and stepped into the inn proper. A window, propped-open to allow in the fresh air, had provided her with a covert, if somewhat undignified, entry. Five of the six lidded buckets lined up against the wall in the dingy little room proved to be filled with chalk-smelling well-water. Four of them remained after Iva washed the still-warm blood from her face and neck.

It had been an unusual morning. She had been awake since midnight to prowl the empty streets for passed-out drunkards. It was a petty little thing, wanting to get a buzz from sanguine sources, but she had found little things necessary to fill the little gaps between the big things. Big things like hunting down the mage who had defeated her or subjugating small countries for a weekend. It was boring and troubling, then, that she had wasted the hours until dawn and failed to find a single drunkard despite expanding her search twice from sleeping to wandering and from wandering to living.

A little hungry and a lot irritated, she had come across that gang of delinquents trying to claim an alleyway as their own. They were actually fairly polite about the whole business of not robbing, not mugging, and not kidnapping; perhaps a few of them had younger sisters of their own. They might even have all survived, if there wasn't for one of them suggesting that they should deliver her to the orphanage that they had burglarized the other day.

Iva is terrible at matching the punishment to the crime. She was also hungry. Those five held out for almost thirty seconds. She had left them unconscious, severly anemic, but quite alive.

The drying towel had smelled unpleasantly of old, moldy laundry-water and the next person to use it will find it to smell unpleasantly of both moldy laundry-water and coppery-scented blood. The problem of blood getting on her clothes had been neatly solved through a certain refinement of technique and turning around her capelet; you could no more stain that article than you could hope to stain the night sky itself. So Iva had emerged slightly damp and entirely free of that bloody mess, her capelet re-arranged in the fashion.

The last utterance from the inn manager brought an icy anger to pierce through Iva's warm, happy cloud of satiation. Bounty hunters had provided some of the best entertainment through the long years; it would be the most dangerous game if any of them had been competent enough to seriously threaten Iva then. That was centuries ago, when she hadn't met him yet, when she hadn't been sealed yet, when she still had the largest bounty this side of royalty on her head.

A toothy (but not fang-y) grin spread across Iva's rosy-hued face. This might prove to be enough fun to offset all the unwarranted boredom of the last day. She crossed her arms and assumed The Look from her duchy days. It was important to stand far away so as not to look up at someone three heads taller than she was.

"Oy, girl!" Iva called, projecting her voice without yelling just like she had trained, "What's your game? Found your bed too cold after your hunting-dog left you?"

[BlueEvilGhostofSeaside]

FlameShadow smiled, "So this is what I want! I want some rope, some more arrows, and-" somebody very small called out to her:

"Oy, girl! What's your game? Found your bed too cold after your hunting-dog left you?"

FlameShadow growled, just what I need, a silly pedestrian trying to save the day. Pathetic...

"I'm getting supplies so I can capture some bounty! And you... are not a part of this game. Please stand back or this woman will be screaming for the last couple of seconds of her life."

"No! Please let me go!" she cried, "Please! I'll didn't do anything wrong!"

"And I don't have a hunting dog." she said coldly, "Please take yourself and your uselessness aside, please." She then turned to the manager, "Oh! And as long as I'm here, I want all your money, too! Now get me what I want!"