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[allelitewrestlings]

Wrestling REVOLVER: Another Friday May 17, 2024

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

One of Us is Guilty; Chapter 2

The night started with only one body, and now there are two; both the Headmage and the Ramshackle Prefect are dead. Will the killer ever be found before more people die?

Characters; Vil Schoenheit, Divus Crewel, Rook Hunt, Azul Ashengroto, Silver, Jade Leech, Cater Diamond

Content; Unreliable narrators, murder mystery

Content Warning; Murder, blood, death, reader death, character death, description of a dead body & method of death, dead dove content in general

Word Count; 1.1 K

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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue (Part 1) | Epilogue (Final)

It was foolish, it was dangerous, but Jade could not blame the Ramshackle prefect for wanting out of that room. He may be used to — in some sense — the eyes clouded in distrust that are usually sent his way, but the Prefect? To have their friends turn on them in such a manner? He could not blame them for fleeing, for wanting to distance themselves. Yet, fleeing was how they ended up in this situation, and Jade froze at the top of the staircase to the main hall.

He had seen blood before, for the ocean was not a kind place, he had witnessed death, but the scene in front of him? He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t.

In some sick turn of events, you were now dead. Glassy eyes, and a peaceful expression on your face. You didn’t know… it was sudden.

“Jade-” Azul was coming up from down the hall… he wouldn’t be able to see the scene, and Jade lifted his hand, motioning him to stop, which Azul did. “... did you find them?” 

Jade nodded, and Azul could tell from his posture that something was horribly wrong. He was shaken, a rare sight, which could only spell the worst.

…

…

Everyone had come back to the mirror chamber, with the last two people being Jade and Azul. All eyes were on them.

“What’s with the gloomy faces,” Cater asked, fidgeting with his phone, a nervous habit.

Jade cleared his throat, “The Prefect is dead.” His voice was monotone, but everyone could tell that it disturbed him, a rare thing indeed.

Several things happened at once. Professor Crewel started shaking visibly. Rook had silent tears rolling down his face. Vil took a step back, face pale. Cater stopped fidgeting and was now clenching his fists. And Silver clenched his jaw, and was standing stiff as a board.

Whoever the killer was, they did a good job of hiding it. Did they find this amusing? Why did they do this? What is their motive?

“Who came across them?” Professor Crewel said through gritted teeth.

Jade looked at the man with suspicion, “I did, sir.” He knew what the next question would be; ‘how did they die?’ “... their throat had been slit.”

If he had done it, wouldn’t he be covered in blood? Eyes scanned over everyone, but as far as they could all tell, no one had a speck of blood on them. 

“We need to stick together,” Azul spoke up, analyzing everyone knowing they were doing the same in turn to him. “And since the prefect,” his voice pitched a bit, his emotions getting the better of him, “was innocent, we have to vote again.”

Everyone shuffled, but once again they all wrote down who they thought the murderer was, the room, and the weapon; whoever killed Crowley had thought it would be ‘funny’ to dispose of the Prefect in the manner the majority thought they had disposed of the Headmage. 

“Seven people, eight rooms, six weapons. One person is guilty, two dead, and until they are found, no one is safe; from the perpetrator of the crime, or of being accused.” The mirror repeated what it had said last time, but with adjustments to reflect what had happened since then. 

Everyone waited with bated breath as the mirror started to show who was voted. And in the mirror was Professor Crewel in the main hall, with his mage stone in hand.

The mirror then faded again to black, “He is not the killer. The Headmage was not killed in the main hall. The weapon is magic.”

Divus was shaking again, and everyone knew that this time it was anger; he was first angry that the Prefect was killed, as he was technically responsible for them with being staff and all, but now that his own students had thought him capable that he would murder Crowley. Yes, the man aggravated him to no end, but he wouldn’t stoop to homicide of all things. And these pups had also thought that he would slit the throat of one of his own students… So yes, he was angry, rightfully so. 

Instead of lashing out though, Divus took in a long breath through his nose, and let it out through his mouth, getting a grip on himself. He was the eldest here, he couldn’t let his ire and grief get the best of him and make him do something foolish… that’s how you had met your end after all.

“From here on out we will be staying together,” he barked out. “Do not stray from the group. Am I understood?”

Everyone gave him a pensive nod as their answer, turning their eyes back to one another, judging, analyzing, trying to pin a motive on one another. 

Divus cracked his whip against the ground, gathering everyone’s attention. “Now, Jade, can you show us where the Prefect is?”

Everyone looked to Jade, and he nodded, guiding everyone to the main hall. “Do be warned though,” he murmured, just loud enough so that everyone could hear him, “it isn’t for the weak of heart.”

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…

It had been a few hours since Crowley was killed, and now everyone understood why the crime scene was so clean; magic killed him, someone had used their magic to kill the Headmage. But your death was not clean, it was a bloody mess. And since Jade had seen the scene before, everyone else had not.

Rook grimaced but didn’t look away from you, tears running down his face again. Silver put his hand over his mouth and looked away, as if he was going to be sick. Cater nearly fainted, and was bracing himself on the bannister. Divus was shaking again, and his anger was back in full force. Vil had seen you, but then looked up to the ceiling; he didn’t want his last memory of you to be this. And Azul, Azul was shaking, and pacing; thinking.

Jade’s jaw was clenched, and he wasn’t looking at the scene again, but his mind was trying to put the pieces together. Why kill the Prefect?

But his train of thought was interrupted by a loud crash of thunder, and the power went out. The thunder continued for a solid minute, drowning out any other sounds. And by the time the power flickered weakly back on, Professor Crewel was crumpled on the ground, face distorted in anger and shock. 

He was dead, much like the Headmage and the Prefect.

There was no blood this time either, with the weapon finally pinned, it seemed like the murderer stuck with it, playing into this game. A sick game… would he win? Or can the remaining students find him before there is no one left?

LINK TO FORM (Voting will end on Friday, October 13th at 9 pm EST)

SUSPECTS:

- Silver; the kindhearted knight with a mysterious past, is it just for show?  (Plum) - Vil Schoenheit; the actor who is always pigeonholed into the role of a villain (Scarlet) - Divus Crewel; the alchemy teacher with a penchant for fashion, Crowley’s co-worker (Peacock) DECEASED - Rook Hunt; the enigmatic hunter who always has a hunch of what’s happening (Mustard) - Azul Ashengrotto; the owner of The Mostro Lounge, a businessman with dubious morals (Green) - Reader; the ‘house-keeper’, a role that was imposed on them by the late Headmage (White) DECEASED - Jade Leech; a student enamored by fungi and seems to have a foreboding presence about him (Orchid) - Cater Diamond; the preppy beau of Heartslabyul, but his smile seems forced (Peach)

ROOMS:

- Main hall (eliminated in Chapter 2) - Teachers’ lounge - Cafeteria - Kitchens - Lecture theatre - Botanical garden - Alchemy lab - Library - Crowley’s office (eliminated in Chapter 1)

WEAPON: MAGIC (found in Chapter 2)

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To be continued

[august--and-everything-after]

Mutuals I wish I could talk to you all in person cause I'm so much more cool and fun and engaging irl

[whentherewerebicycles]

today was a looooong day

[ratcandy]

iwant hashbrown so bad Anyway how is everyone

[mahikamihan]

I am so EXCITED ahhhhh!!! I can't wait to work on my art for next week (well first I need to decide on a fic which... is hard, there are so many to choose from!)

Thank you for doing this with me 🥰

no problem! and yeah saaaammme! im so hyped as well, im actually drawing some easy warm up sketches to get a feel for what i wanna make 😆😆😆 there are so many talented writers it's hard to chose between drawing simple scenes (like intimate moments or convos) or actually sketchng out character designs (like royalty aus, crossovers or dsmp related fics)

[allelitewrestlings]

Wrestling REVOLVER: Another Friday 📸: STLSamSnaps

[theclosetedskeleton]

my school needs to STOP being silly/neg this week

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

i fear my love for art history will be corrupted by my italian renaissance class

[cactusdodes]

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[nancywheeeler]

dynamic pricing should be illegal. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[nomaishuttle]

ALSO sry im so talkative today idk whats gotten IN to me but anyways. its sooo crazy 2 me that ppl have other birthdays that arent the sake day as my birthday like obviously i know ppl do but its crazy to me. bc january 13th is like My birthday ykwim. like its such a good day to have a birthday on so beautiful 1/13/2005 gods specialest girl was born ykwim.

[owlispls]

this week is a little scary, ngl. yet also hecking exciting ;w;

[goblin-writer]

Foreshadowing Feeling

Night had fallen and the guards had fallen into their old habits. Two figures stole across the rooftops all in black. They had left their coats a way away for when they made their escape. As they reached the skylight, Audrey prepared two long ropes and a collection of tools while Marguerite pulled away a panel through which they could descend.

“Archive room is down the Gallery.”

They went down the ropes, landing in the middle of what looked like an ancient tomb. In the moonlight the tall, twisting statues seemed to peer at them. Marguerite couldn’t believe how much effort they had gone to set this up. The tomb of Ulgarnak had been discovered three years ago, and hundreds of kilometres away. It was undoubtedly the find of the decade. But they had done sightseeing before. Tonight, was business.

Still, the way the statues loomed she swore they were following them around. A certain tension built in her every time Audrey went close to the sarcophagus of brilliant black stone.

Heading to the left they went along the Gallery of Thieves. Famous paintings lined the walls. She knew they couldn’t sell them but, as she passed, she stopped at one. A golden vase with blue flowers. Marguerite had wanted it for a while and her fingers twitched slightly.

“Marguerite. We can’t take that.” She knew that but she had made her living taking pretty things and it was a difficult nature to deny, “And even if we could it would sit in a safe house never to be seen. Think of the beauty you would rob from the world.”

Audrey was right. He had organised the contract, and she was already after a necklace that they were keeping for a Duchess. So, they left the Gallery and knocked on the Archive door. Marguerite swore she heard a long sigh the way they came from. A moment later it opened and they overwhelmed a surprised guard. Tying him up in a corner she took his keys and headed deeper into the room. Toward the back where they saw an array of strongboxes.

“Which one?”

“The scroll is in H-12.” Marguerite unlocked it and peered inside. The jet-black case seemed to drink all the light. Its apparent malice reminded her strangely of the twisting statues in the tomb. She let Audrey transfer it into the case. In the meantime, she opened a succession of boxes, finding jewels, and ancient relics a plenty. Most of them mere artifacts that wouldn’t be worth stealing.

They pocketed some of them until she found the necklace. Six brilliantly cut stones reflected the light much like a veil. She had been looking for it for years.

“All done?” She took out a rose of white glass and put it into the lockbox of the scroll. They would know who had robbed them.

“After you.” Audrey left first as they raced to the exit. In the tomb the statues seemed to have moved closer together. The sarcophagus’ lid had a thin gap in it. She was convinced a dark hand was reaching out towards them. Audrey on the other hand was looking out toward the entrance.

“There’s movement outside. We need to be quick.”

She followed her brother up the ropes. Together they packed their goods into bags and headed toward another roof. Across and down, they’d grab their coats and disappear. Marguerite touched her red scarf, ready to wrap it around herself and cover the black turtleneck.

All of a sudden the air was split by a crack of thunder. Someone had shot at them. Then another shot rang out and another. They ran, trying to keep low. They made it to the edge of the building and threw the bags across the way. Marguerite jumped. A bullet hit the stone next to her head as she landed on a balcony. Quickly she opened the door as she heard another shot ring out as Audrey jumped.

His body hit the wall unceremoniously and collapsed. A single bullet had gone clean through. She looked from her brother, dead in her arms to the street below. Dozens of figures dressed in deep blue coats were moving from the museum towards her. Only one of them had their gun drawn. She had to make her escape.

She disappeared, and the people searching for her were not able to discover how. The scroll, the jewels, the necklace were all gone. Marguerite came to terms with her brother’s death over the years that followed. Until one fateful day on a Quay when, as she boarded a ship, she saw that same face. Brown hair, and those grey eyes. The woman who had shot her brother was on the ship with her.

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Thank you @flashfictionfridayofficial​ for supplying another wonderful prompt.

[noxtivagus]

good morning i am just very slightly worried about prom <3

[gelato444]

how is it that I have not talked to any friends on the phone in weeks and then this week. Literally everyone wants to talk