>>4112569
>>”Tusker”

>>4112569
>Kid-man

>>4112569
Friendo

>>4112569
>>”Kid-Man”

>>4112569
>”Horny”

>>4112634
Whiskyspawn, on account of your old man being married to the bottle.

>>4112569
>”Horny”

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>>4112634
>>4112682
>>4112770
>"Horny"
Scruffy Urchin: "How drunk you think Whiskeyspawn's dad was when he fucked his ma?"
Pointy-Ear urchin: "Drunk enough to make him. Hey, Horny, how drunk was your dad when he made you, huh?"
S.Urchin: "You think he used yer ma's horns as handlebars?"
P.Urchin: "Did he get grill marks on his dick from her?"
The two snicker between themselves as they hurl insults. Maybe if you hadn't have told them to shut up earlier they would've done it on their own. Now though, they've directed all their venom right at you. Wonderful.

[Trait Gained: Infernal Blood]
As the product of aunion between mortal and infernal parents, your blood is part of both. You are more resistant to flame and hellish rituals, but more susceptible and distrusted by the divine and its followers.

All the things you could be doing tonight and you get stuck with this. Night shift by the docks sounds like heaven right about now.
>Try to get the two to shut up again, using threats if you have to
>Deny any and knowledge of what went on in your parents' bedroom
>Corroborate their guesses. Yeah, your dad totally used her horns
>Look around to try and get someone to help you with these two
>Write-in

>>4112896
>Corroborate their guesses. Yeah, your dad totally used her horns

>>4112980
+1

>>4112896
>Corroborate their guesses. Yeah, your dad totally used her horns
Go really into detail. Gross them out.

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>>4112980
>>4112983
>>4112986
>Corroborate their guesses. Yeah, your dad totally used her horns
Somewhere down below the mortal world, you feel the approving nods of many fiends as you tell the tale of how your dad boned your mom. It's a wonder you never applied to write for an erotic publishing company, because your prose and descriptions are something else. You tell a tale of flesh, sweat, fire, and yes, horns.
By the time you finish, the two urchins are at a loss for words. The scruffy one looks as red as a beet while the pointy eared one just stares at you with that gross look on her face. Even a few of your fellow watchmen look at you odd. Stunned into silence, no doubt.

S.Urchin: "...man, you really are horny."
>Bask in your accomplishment. Let your infernal side revel in it
>Apologize to the urchins, that most definitely wasn't proper behavior for an officer of the watch
>Clear your throat and try to act like nothing happened
>Write-in

>>4113135
>>Bask in your accomplishment. Let your infernal side revel in it

>>4113135
>>Clear your throat and try to act like nothing happened

>>4113135
>Clear your throat and try to act like nothing happened

>>4113135
>Bask in your accomplishment. Let your infernal side revel in it

>>4113135
>Clear your throat and try to act like nothing happened

>>4113135
>Bask in your accomplishment. Let your infernal side revel in it

>>4113137
>>4113409
>>4114326
>>4113185
>>4113245
>>4113599
>Tie! (Bask and Nothing Happened)
You lean back in your squeaky wooden chair and avoid eye contact with everyone but the roof. Should you have done that? Part of you really enjoyed freaking those kids out, but the other sort of wants a do-over. You decide to do what you usually do and consult your badge.
You put a hand to the copper rose pinned to your chest, tapping a finger idly against it, and open your mind's... ears to hear it. You know it can't really talk, but you can imagine what it would say.

The voices of officers before you try to get your attention. The straight and narrow, the dark and crooked alike. Which do you usually listen to?
>Hear what the Good Cop has to say
>Hear what the Bad Cop has to say
>Stop pretending to listen to your badge like a weirdo
>Write-in

>>4114443
>Hear what the Good Cop has to say

>>4114443
>Listen to both it's good to have different perspectives

>>4114443
>>4114462
>Listen to both it's good to have different perspectives

>>4114462
+1

>>4114462
Support

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>>4114462
>>4114518
>>4114537
>>4114554
>Listen to both it's good to have different perspectives
Good Cop: "Officer, you know that isn't how you're supposed to act. You're part of the Ophelian Watch, a role model to the community. You must be good of heart, or at the very least do not endorse wild behavior. You are a servant to the community. Protéger et Servir."
Bad Cop: "Fuck that. You're the one in charge here, they should listen to you. What harm can a little spooking do? If they're going to act like little shits, they deserve some attitude adjustment. You're the law here. Own it.

>Side with the Good Cop, you are supposed to be a kind role model to the public
>Side with the Bad Cop, you are the law and the law must be respected no matter what
>Side with neither. Both arguments have their merits
>Just stop listening to your badge
>Write-in

>>4114705
>Side with the Good Cop, you are supposed to be a kind role model to the public

>>4114705
>Side with the Bad Cop, you are the law and the law must be respected no matter what

>>4114705
>Just stop listening to your badge

>>4114864
+1

>>4114705
>Side with the Bad Cop, you are the law and the law must be respected no matter what

>>4114705
>Side with the Bad Cop, you are the law and the law must be respected no matter what

Things are goin a bit wild over here with all the Corona shid. Sorry for any upcoming delays or anything that may pop up!
>>4114864
>>4115232
>>4115342
>>4115656
>Side with the Bad Cop, you are the law and the law must be respected no matter what

[Trait Gained: Badge of the Rose Oath]
-When in doubt, you may attempt to consult your badge and commune with the officers that held it before you. Or at least pretend to.
[Trait Gained: Authority]
-You are the law, and the law must be respected. Whenever faced with disregard and disrespect for what keeps civil society bound together, you may use your lawful presence and attempt to right said situations through sheer invoked willpower

B. Cop: “Atta boy. You get it. We’ve got laws for a reason. Without rules, we’re animals. Don’t forget that.”
You feel a pat on your shoulder, but when you look, no one is there.
P-E. Urchin: “Hey, horny, you on something?”
S. Urchin: “Tweaking in something? You stash it in your horns?”
P-E. Urchin: “Nah, he probably sticks it right up his-“
The slam of the station’s front door attracts your, as well as many others’, attention. One of your fellow officers stands out of breath for a moment before walking over to your desk and leaning on it
Out-of-breath Officer: “Oi, you. Sergeant wants you back at the tourney ASAP.”

You? What do they want now, you’re already stuck with these two little bastards.
>Ask what the Sergeant wants you for
>Tell him to fuck off, you’ve already got a job for tonight
>Agree, but ask what you should do with the kids
>Write-in

>>4116839
>Agree, but ask what you should do with the kids

>>4116839
>Agree, but ask what you should do with the kids

Just out of curiosity, what would “Kid-Man” be like?

>>4116839
>Tell him to fuck off, you’ve already got a job for tonight

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>>4116894
You definitely would've gotten to see things from a different perspective. More down to earth maybe, more grounded. Might not have been able to reach top-shelf quality, probably getting the short end of the stick in some situations. Would've given the Lower Ophelian Watch a new meaning.
You would've been a halfling!
>>4116878
>>4116894
Alright, alright. You're supposed to do as your senior officer asks anyways, but what about these guttersnipes? You've gotta watch them.
O. Officer: "Uhh... That's on you man, I'm not taking them off your hands."
A murmur among the other watchmen concurs with the statement
O. Officer: "I don't know, take them with you? Leave them here? Honestly, who cares if they get out? Are you even getting paid extra?"

Extra? This is just part of your job, but now that he mentions it, it does sound like a pretty good thing to ask for...
>Reprimand your fellow officer for his disregard of the law and the people it protects!
>Take the kids with you to the tournament
>Tell the kids to stay put, though they very likely won't
>Just let the kids run free. The orphanage staff can find them themselves
>Write-in

>>4117016
>Cuff the kids to the desk

>Would've given the Lower Ophelian Watch a new meaning.
You would've been a halfling!
Huh, that’s a shame, you never really see short characters being played often. Also “Kid-Man” has a nice ring to it. Still, tieflings are pretty cool.

>>4117016
>Take the kids with you to the tournament

>>4117061
+1
Cuff the kids

>>4117016
>Take the kids with you to the tournament

I believe this is what they call a "Cuno Situation".

>>4117061
Support.

>>4117016
>Write-in
What're the kids in fer again?

Tell em if they take a quick dozen lashing from the belt or a cane, they can go.

>>4118016
From what you were told, these orphans tried to sneak their way into fighting in the annual Tornoi d'Ophelie. Not sure how that works, but that's what they said.
>>4117061
>>4117351
>>4117648
>Cuff the kids to the desk
As you reach back for the rope deemed a "temporary bindings replacement" your department has been supplied with lately, you feel a voice in the back of your head and your badge tingle on your chest
Badge: "Hey, officer, you think that's a good idea? You're lucky to have even one of these ropes you know. "Funding is tight," as per usual. Might want to save it, y'know?

"Lucky to have rope." What a sad think to think about, being "fortunate" enough to have rope when all those bastard on the north side get steel manacles. Gods know what they use em for, the freaks.
>Tie the kids to your desk leg
>Keep your rope for now (Choose from previous post)
>Look over your watch equipment
>Write-in

>>4118632
>Keep your rope for now
>Take the kids with you to the tournament
Can always hogtie them if they act up.
>Thank your badge for its advice. You weirdo.

>>4118632
>Tie the kids to your desk leg

>>4118632
>Tie the kids to your desk leg
>Look over your watch equipment

>>4118632
>Tie the kids to yourself and go to the tournament

>>4119060
this

>>4118663
+1

>>4118632
>Tie the kids to your desk leg

>>4118632
>Keep your rope for now (Choose from previous post)
>Take the kids with you to the tournament

>>4118632
>Tie the kids to your desk leg

>>4118687
>>4118776
>>4119181
>>4119353
>>4119626
>Tie the kids to your desk leg
It isn’t a permanent solution. Hell, might not even be an hour long solution, but it’s a solution for right now. That’s what really matters at the moment, eh? If they get loose, they get loose, what can you do? Though, they don’t seem to share your thoughts on the matter
PE. Urchin: “Hey, you horny asshole, what’re you doing?!”
S. Urchin: “You can’t just tie us up, we’ve got right!”
PE. Urchin: “Yeah! A right to kick your ass up to your teeth!”
Whatever. Problem solved, time to head out.
S. Urchin: “We’ll get you for this, bastard! You’ll regret this!”

You head out the station door, relieved of your burden and relieved of having to deal with those brats. Now, to do work or...
>Head for the Tournament
>Dawdle and explore the city a bit on the way
>Write-in

>>4120827
>Head for the Tournament

>>4120827
>Head for the Tournament

>>4120827
>Head for the Tournament

>>4120827
>Head for the Tournament

>>4120827
>Head for the Tournament
>Write-in: think about how tying children to your desk is going to reflect poorly on your "horny" reputation

>>4121721
+1

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>>4120920
>>4120931
>>4121017
>>4121680
>>4121721
>>4121845
>Head for the Tournament
It's time to get down to business! Best to do what the sergeant says now so you won't have to deal with getting yelled at later. Or, yelled at harder. Tying kids to your desk is... questionable. Most definitely questionable. You'll probably be able to sort it all out when this is over. Yeahhh, that's for future you to figure out.
The peace of the uneventful walk under the stars you take to reach the tournament is cut short as soon as you arrive. Officers swarm around the area, keeping everybody where they are and establishing a perimeter around the both the huge tent where the combatants wait and rest, and the stand-flanked arena itself. As you cross into the perimeter, one of your fellow Finest smirks at you and chuckles.
Snarky Officer: "Glad you could make it, horn-man. Coeur's been calling for you specifically. My guess is your fiery ass is grass and sarge's got the scythe. Not that you did anything, just wishful thinking."
You ask where Sgt. Coeur is, wanting to either get on the job as soon as possible, or recieve whatever punishment may be in store quickly.
S. Officer: "Over by the back of the tent with all the storage shit. Heh, maybe you're just on cleanup duty or something. Hasn't been letting anyone in for some reason, real hush-hush stuff apparently. Hmm..."
The officer grins and snickers

"Be straight with me, devil-boy. You banging the Sarge? What in those trousers, eh? C'mon, you can tell me."
>It is definitely not a good idea to imply you're having relations with a superior that'll very likely hear about this rumor. Deny it.
>Hell yeah you're banging the sarge.
>Just shake your head and get to work
>Write-in

>>4122930
>>Just shake your head and get to work

>>4122930
>Send him to the 3rd Circle of Hell

>>4122930
>Just shake your head and get to work

>>4122957
I’m down for this. We’ve got some sorts of powers right?

>>4122930
>>Just shake your head and get to work

>>4122930
>Just shake your head and get to work

>>4122930
>Hell yeah you're banging the sarge.

>>4122942
>>4123245
>>4123249
>>4123391
>Just shake your head and get to work
S. Officer: “Hey, c’mon! It’s just a joke! Ahhh, whatever.”
You walk around the back of the large tent to the arrangement of the smaller storage ones behind it. Rope, suspiciously similar-looking to the temporary binding replacements, sections off the area to any outside wanderers and other nosy-nellies. Ducking under the perimeter, you arrive on the scene where a surprising lack of officers greet you. Only a few are around, including Sergeant Coeur. The few that make up the rest look fancier than you, more put together with their uniforms starched, shoes shined, badges polished, and real manacles at their hips.

Upper Watch. Eugh.
>Report to the sergeant
>Explore the scene
>Glower silently at the Upper Ophelian Watchmen
>Write-in

>>4124075
>>Report to the sergeant

>>4124075
>Report to the sergeant

>>4124075
>Report to the sergeant

>>4124075
>Report to the sergeant

Very sorry about the no posts lately. I’ll try my best to use the rest of the night for this quest!
>>4124094
>>4124234
>>4124245
>>4124257
>Report to the sergeant
Sgt. Coeur: “You made it, good.”
Coeur looks around at the other officers, grabs one, mumbles an order to him, and sends him off. The sergeant then takes you by the shoulder and speaks to you in a low voice
Coeur: “You’re probably wondering why I called you here, so I’ll get right to it. To summarize, we’re in some deep shit, and now the Upper Watch, paragons of goodness they are, are trying to use this to show everybody how big their dicks are. Since the park falls under... ambiguous territory between us, the assholes want to use this debacle to show us up in a “friendly contest” between departments.”
Coeur jabs a finger into your chest
Coeur: “And you, my friend, get the honor of representing the Finest in this dick-off. Don’t look at me like that, I had to choose someone.”

Coeur: “I know, it’s a lot. Just... take your time and process. Ask me whatever you want, and I’ll answer.”
>What happened? You heard that’s it’s on a need-to-know basis.
>Why me out of everyone else?
>What’s with the dick measuring competition?
>Where can you get a spiffy uniform that actually fits in the crotch like them?
>Write-in

>>4128214
>What happened? You heard that’s it’s on a need-to-know basis.

>>4128214
>What happened? You heard that’s it’s on a need-to-know basis.

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>>4128257
>>4128261
>>4128338
>What happened? You heard that’s it’s on a need-to-know basis.
Coeur: "Lord's orders on that one, doesn't want word getting out. And... well, I'll show you why."
You are led to one of the storage tents where inside is the freshly corpsed body of a man. His wounds look fresh, the blood still wet, and you can even smell the scent of his soul still lingering in the air.
Coeur: "That right there is the body of the New Caudlin crown prince, Arthur Greymond. So, yeah, bad shit. Very very bad shit. Even worse shit if word gets out that he died while in our country. War, hard war, hard war that's been waiting for an excuse just like this"

Coeur puts an hand to their eyes and growls out a sigh, ending with a swift "fuck me."
>New Caudlin? What's that?
>Why was a foreign prince here in Ophelie? Or this country at all for that matter?
>Why pick you to deal with this?
>What's this dick measuring competition about?
>Write-in

>>4128682
>New Caudlin? What's that?
>Why was a foreign prince here in Ophelie? Or this country at all for that matter?

>>4128682
>Why was a foreign prince here in Ophelie? Or this country at all for that matter?

>>4128682
>So... no fucking today?

>>4128794
>>4128863
>>4130056
Hoo boy, alright, sorry for the break, been pretty busy lately. Postin will most likely continue Friday or Saturday.

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>>4128794
>>4128863
>New Caudlin? What's that?
>Why was a foreign prince here in Ophelie? Or this country at all for that matter?
Coeur: "What, never seen a map before? Or read the Etienne Gazette? New Caudlin's our neighbor to the north, country of bastards who've been up our ass for years. I feel bad for the border guard. If this gets out, they'll be the first ones stuck on pikes."
You and Coeur step out of the tent as the sergeant chews their fingernail, looking around in an almost paranoid fashion to make sure nobody's around who shouldn't be.
Coeur: "As for what he's doing here, I've got no idea. Came in with no guard, just a group of idiots we've got detained now, and signed up for the tourney. You'd think he was just begging to get got, eh?"
Coeur squeezes their eyes shut and exhales hard through their nose
Coeur: "Maybe this is some Caudie plot to finally have an excuse for invasion. Been breathing down our neck since their last king got beheaded at Hadrian River. Old history, but it's still haunting us."

Coeur: "Anything else, or are you ready to get started finding out what happened here? I've got an inkling, but I'm not certain..."
>I'm ready to start the investigation
>Why pick me to deal with this?
>What's this dick measuring competition about?
>Write-in

>>4138994
>”Well if you have a hunch, I’m willing to hear it.”

>>4138994
>Why pick me to deal with this?

>>4139019
this

>>4139019
Supporting

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>>4139019
>>4139663
>>4139874
>”Well if you have a hunch, I’m willing to hear it.”
Coeur: "Alright, but don't take it for fact. All I know is what I saw."
The Sergeant looks around again before leaning in and speaking to you in a low voice
Coeur: "When I found the body, I caught a glimpse of one of the other fighters back here. That Easterner with the big hat, the one who was going to fight our corpse in the finals. She ran off before I could question her though. Hopefully she hasn't made it out of the city."
Coeur points out a series of sandal tracks that fade away from the dirt into the grass of the park
Coeur: "Just in case she did kill him, I had her things and the two combatants with her detained as well. The rest are under watch by the... Watch."

Coeur: "Just a hunch though. Don't start a manhunt without a solid lead."
>Start a manhunt for this easterner
>Just start with the investigation for now
>Why pick me to deal with this?
>What's this dick measuring competition about?
>Write-in

>>4140256
>Why pick me to deal with this?

>>4140256
>Why pick me to deal with this?

>>4140256
>>Just start with the investigation for now

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>>4140266
>>4140347
>Why pick me to deal with this?
Coeur: "Just fucking with you, go hunt her down when you're done here. She's been acting strange all night. As for why you, well..."
The sergeant tilts their head from side to side before showing you a smile
Coeur: "You're the best we've got, officer. The best of the best, finest of the Finest. If I didn't choose you to represent the Lower Watch, then who-"
Coeur breaks into a laugh mid-sentence, patting your arm and covering her mouth. It takes a moment, but your superior collects themself once again and smirks at you
Coeur: "Look, you were the first person that came to mind when the Upper Watch asked for someone to partner up with their representative. You're our sacrifice, but listen. Look at me. Don't give me that face."
The sergeant prods a finger into your chest and shows you a look of determined consolidation

Coeur: "I think you can do it. So solve this shit and show those assholes that we aren't just burnouts and leftovers. You've got my trust. You've got the trust of Ophelie's Finest."
>Just start with the investigation for now
>What's this dick measuring competition about?
>Say no homo? Ask the sergeant if that was gay
>Write-in

>>4140445
>>Just start with the investigation for now

>>4140445
>Just start with the investigation for now

>>4140445
>Just start with the investigation for now

>>4140445
>>Just start with the investigation for now

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>>4140450
>>4140453
>>4141258
>>4141262
>Just start with the investigation for now
Coeur: "Great, I'll leave the rest to you and-"
???: "Partner!"
One of the Upper Watchmen, one of elven descent, hails you as he's escorted by the officer Coeur sent off earlier.
???: "Well look at you. Oh, I can tell already that this'll be fun. Don't disappoint!"
Coeur: "Oh, right."
The sergeant adjusts their uniform and gestures to the pointy-eared Upper. He holds out his hand to you.
Coeur: "This is Officer Monet, he'll be your joint-division partner for this case. I expect you two to get along, so please, at least try to."
Monet: "You've got nothing to worry about from me, Sergeant! I aim to please. Protéger et Servir, as the saying goes. And who might you be, partner~?"

The elf flashes a playful grin as he waits for a handshake, but his eyes seem to analyze your very soul as he looks at you.
>Jean-Claude
>Napoleon
>Raphael
>Marius
>Matisse
>Cecile
>Verne
>Javert
>Pierre
>Write-in

>>4141988
>Viné

>>4141988
>Emile

>>4141988
>Raphael

>>4141988
>Auguste Émillion Cézanne but everybody calls up Cézanne
Together we'll be the "OG Impressionist Bros" and we'll "impress" everybody with our eye for fine details/tendency to see the bigger picture.

>>4141988
>Raphael

>>4142775
>>4142148
An archangel's name. Horny wasn't named by his mother, it seems.

>>4142743
Based art history bro
>>4142148
>>4142775
>>4142785
>Raphael
Some said it was blasphemy, some said it was it forbidden love, some said it was really gross to think about your mom and dad banging, but most of all it was what created you. The union made between your pious father and your infernal mother would create you, a half-breed known as Raphael Cezanne! But please, just Raphael is fine.
Monet: "Well, the pleasure's all mine Raph. Suppose we should get started then? I figured you don't have a notebook to jot down all the important bits we should keep in mind, so I've already started a log for us. Here, I've even sketched out a little map of the scene!"
He points to two little doodles of, what you assume by the "us" above them, you and Monet.
Monet: "Here's where we are now. Impressive, eh? So, where to first?"
You tilt your head to your Upper Watch partner
Monet: "Oh what, did you expect me to lead this? No no no, my friend, this is all you. I want to see how an officer of the Finest operates! Now, c'mon, don't disappoint!"

You now have access to the EVIDENCE, PEOPLE OF INTEREST, and LOCATIONS related to the case. Don't screw up!
>Go over the EVIDENCE you have so far
>Discuss the relevant PEOPLE OF INTEREST
>Think on the LOCATIONS of this crime
>MOVE somewhere else (Choose a letter or specify other)
>Write-in

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>>4143849
Whoops, didn't add the map!

>>4143849
>>MOVE B
let's start with the place of murder

>>4143881
Support.

>>4143881
Supporting then
>Go over the EVIDENCE you have so far

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>>4143881
>>4143900
>>4143962
>MOVE B and check EVIDENCE
You and Monet enter TENT B. The scene you saw earlier is just as you left it, though maybe a bit dryer. Monet draws up a quick sketch and adds what's found to the log.
-The freshest tracks outside lead in here, with tracks leading away into the city.
-A) Inside the tent, the first thing you see are more tracks, stained from the pool of blood on the floor, running out of the tent to join the ones outside.
-B) Next to the corpse seems to be a group of small circular prints marked with blood. whatever made these was definitely not a person's foot.
-C) The corpse of Arthur Greymond. Pretty self explanatory. He seems to have a few superficial cuts around his body along with a fatally deep stab in his chest. The tumbled and disturbed state of boxes nearby indicate a struggle.
-D) Likely the victim's armor. It shows no real sign of damage. Must have been a worthy combatant. It doesn't appear to have been ripped from his body during the scuffle, so you wonder why he would take it off here of all places.
[EVIDENCE] has been updated!
[P.O.I.] has been updated!
[LOCATIONS] has been updated!

Your partner whistles at the scene as he sketches.
Monet: "Quite a mess in here, huh. Never would've guessed a foreign crown prince would get assassinated in our fair city! You ask me, we should sweep the docks after this, there's always shady folks around there. I bet one of them knows something."

Monet stands by, examining the body and leaving you to do what you will
>Examine a piece of evidence closer (Choose one)
>Examine the scene closer
>Discuss your findings with Monet
>Go over the CASE LOG
>Write-in

>>4144128
>Examine a piece of evidence closer (-B)

>>4144128
>>Examine a piece of evidence closer - C
try to learn what kind of weapon was used to stab him - shape of the blade wound, it's depth, was there poison or not, etc

>>4144128
>>Examine a piece of evidence closer - C

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>>4144196
>>4144219
>Examine a piece of evidence closer - C
You step up next to Monet at the edge of the pool of blood and examine the body
- First things first, yes this is the corpse of the New Caudlin prince. Just making sure.
- Cause of death should be the huge gash opening his chest. It's pretty gross looking, all jagged and frayed. If you try hard enough, you can see right past his broken open ribcage and into his probably lukewarm and definitely still heart.
- The fatal wound itself looks like it was made up of many stabs from something less cut out for stabbing than a dagger or sword. These blows were quite the opposite of clean, but lo and behold, they got the job done.
- A few other superficial cuts around the body support the idea that a struggle was had before he was killed. At least he went down fighting.
- The victim still seems to be wearing parts of his armor around his forearms and legs. Curiously, his pants are partly opened as well underneath his slumped over arms.

Monet: "You know, when I go I hope to go out in some way that leaves my body fully intact. And that I'll be found quickly. Wouldn't want all this getting damaged, eh? Heheheh!"
>Ask Monet for his take on the body
>Ask your badge what it thinks about the body
>Search the body
>Investigate something else (Choose from previous post)
>Write-in

>>4144849
>Ask Monet for his take on the body

>>4144849
>Search the body
Maybe he's carrying something the assailant might have wanted.

>>4144849
>Ask Monet for his take on the body
>Posit that with his pants undone he may have been caught off guard by a low-interest or person he knew well

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>>4144882
>>4145670
>>4144994
>Ask Monet for his take on the body
>Posit that with his pants undone he may have been caught off guard by a low-interest or person he knew well
You point out the body's pants, giving your idea on them
Monet: "Heh, already checking him out?"
The elf snickers as he steps around the blood pool to the right to get closer to the corpse
Monet: "Ah, I had the same thought. You might very well be right, look here at the neck."
He turns Arthur's head to show you a neck covered in small bruises and a few lipstick markings
Monet: "And before you ask, no these weren't from some very small hammer. Hickeys. Looks like our man was having a bit of a close encounter before he went!"
You step around to the other side of the body and begin searching it. Thank goodness for this little gap in the boxes, otherwise you would have a hard time clambering over them. Attached to his hastily opened belt is a coinpurse, still full, and looking at his ears it seems the killer left in his jewled stud earrings. Whoever did this wasn't after money.
Monet: "Looks to me like whoever made these little love marks killed him too. The tracks outside say the culprit ran, did the sarge tell you anything about who was around when she found the body?"

>Tell Monet about the easterner Coeur saw
>Keep that lead to yourself for now.
>Ask your badge what it thinks about the body
>Investigate something else (Choose from Tent B post)
>Write-in

>>4146695
>Keep that lead to yourself for now.
>Ask your badge what it thinks about the body

>>4146695
>Ask your badge what it thinks about the body
The spirits within the badge will surely have a clue.

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>>4146886
>>4147208
>Keep that lead to yourself for now.
>Ask your badge what it thinks about the body
You decide to focus you mind once more on what those that held this badge before you might say to help you out here. You wonder what kinds of people gave your badge every one of its little scratches, dents, who might've even shined it once in a while.
Bad Cop: "My my, this one looks like he was quite a charmer while he was still breathing. He surely had his pick of plenty harlots, so why choose the murderer out of everyone else?"
Good Cop: "Something about the escape route doesn't sit right with me. Seems too obvious a way to go for someone with a plan to kill."
B. Cop: "No money taken either. I know I shook my marks dry whenever I did something like this."
G. Cop: "That's why you got sent to the gallows. Too much greed, too little respect for other people. The law you were meant to uphold too."
B. Cop: "Like you ended up much better little Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes! 'Hero officer stabbed to death in seedy back alley!' Honestly, was it so hard to take a bribe?"
Monet, meanwhile, stares at you as you zone out with a concerned look on his face.
Monet: "Uh, hello? Thinking hard or hardly thinking?"

The two voices in your head seem at odds with one another. You're not quite sure how it would work, but you could guess that a fight between your imaginary friends wouldn't be of very much use to the case.
>Listen to the Bad Cop's ideas
>Listen to the Good Cop's ideas
>Let the two have their cat fight. Mrowr.
>Ask Monet if he has a sister?
>Stop talking to your badge, weirdo
>Write-in

>>4148313
>>Stop talking to your badge, weirdo
>Check out the small circle tracks>>4144128

>>4148355
supporting

>>4148355
+1
New thread?

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>>4149742
New thread would be a good idea. Will prob let this one die out soon and start another sometime later.
>>4148355
>>4149133
>>4149742
>Stop talking to your badge and check out the small circle tracks
You shake your head and tell Monet that Coeur didn't say anything
Monet: "Damn, would've been a good lead to work with. Ah well, at least we've got all this!"
- Looking closer at the circles on the floor, you can see that they have little treads in them. Shoe prints of some kind? Must've been an awfully small, round shoe for a small, round foot.
- The prints start around the blood pool, go into a cluster near the body, and then just disappear there. Unless whatever made these can fly, it must've been picked up.
- Now that you know these are prints, it might be a good idea to see if you can find any impressions of them in the dirt

Monet: "What, did the killer have coins for feet? Maybe ol' Arthur was an artifice-lover. We've all got our things, eh?"
>Ask Monet for his take on the prints
>Ask your badge what it thinks about the prints
>Look for impressions outside that match the prints
>Investigate something else
>Write-in

>>4150015
>Look for impressions outside that match the prints
>check the tent on presense of any tears or holes

>>4150015
>Look for impressions outside that match the prints
That looks like a little machine's prints.

>>4151050
+1

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>>4150156
>>4151050
>>4151069
>Look for impressions outside that match the prints
>check the tent on presense of any tears or holes
Ducking outside for a minute, you check the trail leading to the tent. It's a well used path, many footprints melding in with one another, but you can make out the tiny circles in the dirt among them. They look to match the prints by the body!
Monet: "Makes sense, to get into the tent, you would have to come this way. What I'm confused on is the leaving, where did this one go? Pain in the ass we can't tell which way these prints are headed. Could be coming or going, maybe both?"

Already in the night air, you decide to give the outside of the tent a once over. Around the back, you discover a tear, large enough for someone of a slight build to slip through! Though, you don't see any discernible tracks in the dirt. In fact, it looks like whatever made this made sure to cover up their exit.
Monet: "Huh, nice find, Raph! Though, you think this is related? Could just be thieves snagging gear from the supply tents while everyone is distracted by the fights. Solid quality weapons, even if hand-me-down, can turn a profit among the shady types."
[EVIDENCE has been updated!]

Monet: "You know, I expected you to be real shit at this. What? You can't say your department doesn't have that reputation, cut me some slack. I'm pleasantly surprised to find you a competent officer of the Watch!"
>Return to the tent to investigate (choose from tent)
>Stay outside and investigate (choose from map)
>Move into the main tent to question the civilians
>Write-in

>>4152035
So, there was something that made those little prints, which cluster around the body, and this something got picked up near the body. Maybe Arthur picked this maybe-machine thing up, which did him in.

>Move into the main tent to question the civilians

>>4152035
>Move into the main tent to question the civilians
>>4152082
Uh, anon, have you read previous threads?

>>4152171
I did, but I'm a dumbass and forgot that Tomoe took the machine when she fled.