#the silver dove

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"How do you read so many books??" I am simply trying to avoid reality, what are you doing

[delicourse]

i miss them a little if im gonna be honest

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

One of Us is Guilty; Chapter 3

Three are now dead, but the killer seems to be caught ... but this night is not over until the room is found.

Characters; Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Silver, Cater Diamond

Content; Unreliable narrators, murder mystery

Content Warning; Death, murder, blood, anxiety, kidnapping, overall dead dove content warnings

Word Count; 1.1 K

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

The body count had risen to three; Dire Crowley, the Ramshackle Prefect (whose blood still stained the floor, the iron scent permeating the air), and now, Divus Crewel as well, the latest victim. One minute the professor was alive, shaking from anger that one of his students was killed on his watch and that he was the prime suspect of the killings. But now he was sprawled out on the ground, killed in an instant.

The remaining students — Vil, Rook, Azul, Jade, Silver, and Cater — were silent, processing what exactly had just happened. The lights had flickered only for a minute, and in that minute, the killer had struck. But the silence was broken by a deafening clap of thunder, lightning illuminating the windows, and bringing everyone back to the present, to their laughably horrible situation that they had found themselves in by sheer chance and bad luck and timing.

Silver sat down on the staircase, and put his head in between his legs, taking deep breaths. Despite his training, he did not consider that he would be witnessing death so soon. The small part of his brain that had a sliver of hope that his friend had survived their gruesome injury, but he was just lying to himself; no one could survive that.

Vil was pacing, hands clasped behind his back, and he was muttering to himself. He thought he could read people, what with being raised amongst the stars that hid behind too-sweet smiles that belied venomous words. What was there to gain from any of this?

Rook was cracking his knuckles, and then rubbing his eyes, trying to think of why this was happening. While he could appreciate the hunt, this was something entirely different. Yet, it also reminded him of several books; one being a murder mystery, and the other about the deadliest game, of hunting a fellow person.

Azul was shaking and biting his nails, his resolve long gone. Had he made himself the enemy of one of his peers? Was he going to be next? He was supposed to just be perfecting a potion recipe for the next test, yet he found himself way above his head.

Jade looked at Azul, taking in that his house warden and friend was shaking more than the leaves outside in the howling wind. He too was disturbed by the night's events, sick to his stomach even, but he couldn’t show weakness, especially if he wanted to see it through.

And Cater? He was paler than a ghost, a cold sweat glistening on his forehead, and he felt like his heart was going to leap out of his throat. His cheery smile had left long ago, and now panic was fully starting to take control. Why? Why? Whywhywhy? WHY?! Yet he stayed silent.

No one spoke, but they eyed each other with caution. Every time that they had went to the mirror and they voted through it, someone died. Was it the mirror? No… no, that didn’t make sense… None of this made any sense though. 

“No more votin-” Silver whispered.

Cater cracked his head around, green eyes judging every move the underclassman made. “And why’s that, Silver?” His voice was shaky, but Cater wasn’t trusting him or anyone for that matter. “Afraid that-”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Vil barked, commanding everyone’s attention, eyes all on him. But he was used to eyes being on him, and he stayed cool, despite how this may damn him into being guilty in their eyes. He didn’t care at the moment though, all he cared about was no one else dying. “Look at what being suspicious of each other has brought us,” his eyes wandered to the dark clotted blood that had now gone cold. He swallowed the bile that had risen in his throat, keeping the calm mask up. “I agree with Silver though; voting through the mirror only ends up with someone… dead.”

“Then how do we proceed, Roi du Poison?” Rook asked, falling to his house warden’s side. His eyes looked over everyone, picking up their behaviours, emotions, and any tells.

Azul’s head snapped up. “The potion-” he started muttering to himself, before clearing his throat and gaining his composure again. “A truth potion, but one that shows the truth about the situation, we can use that to find the killer.”

Cater looked at Silver, and offered him his hand; a peace offering. Silver took it, and brought himself up on wobbly knees. A truce.

Jade placed his hand on Azul’s shoulder, offering him a bit of comfort that not everyone was out to get him. “Was that what you were working on?”

Azul nodded, and he started making his way towards the alchemy lab, where hopefully they could put an end to the killer’s little charade once and for all.

…

…

Vil helped Azul make the potion, and both students kept a keen eye on the other, but they made it without incident. And to show the others that they hadn’t tampered with it at all, they took it first, with the others shortly following suit.

“What about the room?” Silver asked.

“We can figure that out once we find the killer,” Jade countered.

Everyone looked at each other, taking in any minute details, but everyone was calm; the potion apparently did wonders to calm the nerves… but that in itself was a dangerous effect, since now everyone’s guards were down, making them easy targets.

Vil took in a breath and released it. “Who killed Dire Crowley? Why did you then kill the Prefect, and then Professor Crewel?” 

But no one spoke up.

“It isn’t me,” Vil said confidently, hoping that his speaking up prompted the others to follow suit.

Cater was to his left, and he spoke next. “I didn’t do it.”

Then Silver, “Or me… I couldn’t do something like this…”

“I did not do it either,” Jade offered.

Azul’s eyes went wide, and he eyed the next person in line. “The killer isn’t me.”

All eyes fell on the last person left in their little circle; Rook. With all of them but him left, that only left him.

He let out a throaty, quiet, chuckle. “I suppose this game has run its course,” he tipped his hat to them, green eyes glinting dangerously in the dim light. “As for why? Hmmm,” he hummed, and the hairs on everyone’s necks stood on end. There was something off about Rook, this wasn’t Rook. 

“You’ll find that out when you guess the room.”

What?

Everyone took a step closer to each other, away from Rook, and they whispered amongst each other, voting on what room Crowley’s murder took place in.

“Alchemy lab,” Cater spoke for the group, trying to keep his resolve as Rook seemed to stare into the very contents of his soul, like he was searching for something.

Rook stepped forward, still smiling. “Ah, désolé Monsieur Magicam,” the whites of his eyes started turning black, “but you would be wrong.” The lights flickered again, and in the seconds of darkness, Rook was gone, and so was Cater.

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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) MURDERER - 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) MISSING

ROOMS:

- Main hall (eliminated in Chapter 2) - Teachers’ lounge - Cafeteria - Kitchens - Lecture theatre - Botanical garden - Alchemy lab (eliminated in Chapter 3) - Library - Crowley’s office (eliminated in Chapter 1)

WEAPON: MAGIC (found in Chapter 2)

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To be continued

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Whiteboard sketches w @the-crazy-echidna-lady

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Redrawing tumblr memes(? comics? idek what this counts as) is great for my declining motivation. not in character in the slightest but I don’t really care

Also yeah here’s the refs for these two now. As per usual, I barely stuck to them

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Annabel Silver Baird - The Hunger Games OC

“Like a magpie, that one. All for the shine and sparkle.”

~ General ~

Name: Annabel Silver Baird

Nickname(s): Magpie, Songbird

Birthdate: April 14th, 49th Annual Hunger Games

District: Covey (12)

~ Physical Appearance ~

Hair Colour: Dark Brown

Eye Colour: Hazel

Skin Tone: Olive

Body Type: Ectomorph

Height: 5’7

Faceclaim: Ástrid Bergés-Frisbey

~ Background ~

District: Covey (12)

One of the last members of the Covey surviving, Annabel Silver was raised in a markedly different way to District Twelve’s other children. Annabel Silver never attended the District’s school, instead being homeschooled by her uncles. She explored the forest endlessly, gaining invaluable of the various uses for the flora within the forest. She often sold her gatherings to the Apothecary and Asterid Everdeen. A performer, as all Covey are, Annabel Silver sang for many a wedding and celebration—or memorial.

~ The 67th Annual Hunger Games ~

Token: Nolan Mellark’s ring

Arena: The Swamp

Spontaneously combusting mud, alligator and snake infested pools, quicksand. Only a few of the dangers boasted by the 67th Hunger Games arena. Rising on their pedestals, the twenty-four tributes found themselves above waist-deep waters, choked with silt and mutts. In the centre, the Cornucopia rose, weaponry and supplies spilling from its maw in the shallows. Surrounding them, trees stretched overhead, and swamp-grasses provided ample hiding places. A variety of mutts proved another threat to the tributes; alligators, venomous snakes, big cats, and a variety of reptiles all hunted the tributes. Alongside the predators, prey animals such as deer, birds, and fish provided a food source for the more capable tributes.

Arena Outfit: Simplistic short-sleeved bodysuit with a lightweight, waterproof jacket in mottled greenish-brown, boots

Games:

Annabel Silver takes their District tokens.

She collects the woven bracelets from the pair from Eight, pulls the toy car from the boy from Six’s bloodstained breastpocket, Ada’s necklace of smoothed shells. She collects them from every body she finds. She brings them all to the weeping willow at the edge of the arena. Annabel Silver hangs the keepsakes on the branches. The necklaces of the pair from Four around thick branches, the ring of the pretty girl from One slipped onto a wooden finger. They drift in the breeze and the seashell necklaces clink together. It’s been nineteen days, and it’s only Annabel Silver and Castor from Nine left. Annabel Silver rests among the roots of the willow, her body too weak to anything but croak the refrain she’s been singing since she first placed herself at the roots of the weeping willow and hold tight to the smooth silver ring around her finger.

“Deep in the meadow, under the willow

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes

And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Here it's safe, here it's warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true-”

The Gamemakers press the command for the snake mutts to descend upon her. And they do. But has the first orange snakes slither over her legs, the cannon booms. And it’s too late. The trumpet sounds, and Annabel Silver Baird is lifted from the arena; limp and weak, a Victor.

~ Family ~

Father: Tiberius Pick

In the districts, Peacekeepers have a particular reputation for leaving bastards wherever their service took them. Tiberius Pick was no different. He romanced pretty Elaine Violet smoothly, and in a fortnight she fell pregnant. Upon learning of this, Tiberius promptly filed for a transfer. By month’s end, he was stationed in District Seven, seducing another, no doubt.

Mother: Elaine Violet Baird

Daughter of Maude Ivory, Elaine Violet had her mother’s sweetness and cheer. A player of harmonica and tambourine, Elaine Violet was the prime entertainment for weddings, dances and all manner of parties. At 22, she had her only daughter, but passed shortly after due to her fragile health.

Uncle: Tam Amber

Old enough to remember the Dark Days, Tam Amber remembers a time when the Covey were free as birds. Travelling performers tied to nowhere and nothing but each other and their instruments. But those days are gone. Nearly 50 years of working in the forge had gnarled Tam Amber’s hands, stiffening his joints. He lived a long time, seen the districts and the dark days, but age catches up to all. When he dies, Annabel Silver sings him the Covey songs, and he crosses into the hereafter with his eyes closed and peace on his face.

Uncle: Clerk Carmine Clade

Clerk Carmine is wise enough to flee after Nolan dies. In the dead of night, he takes his fiddle and his lover and flees into the forest. Annabel Silver sleeps in the Village that night, and makes a point of ensuring that everyone in town knows she’s there. When the Peacekeepers arrive to arrest Clerk Carmine of treason, they find only a darkened cottage and Annabel Silver, who explains through hysterical tears, that her uncle passed of an illness during her games. Haymitch Abernathy would have believed her, if the collection of Covey graves hadn’t been missing one of red stone.

Cousin: Lenore Dove Baird

Lenore Dove was the first to hold Annabel Silver. The first to stroke her silken cheek, the first to call her by her name. When Elaine Indigo passed not a week after Annabel Silver’s birth, Lenore Dove cared for the babe, with her uncles’ help. She spent many a day in the meadows of Twelve, Annabel Silver on her back and Haymitch at her side. Lenore Dove sang the songs of the Covey to Annabel Silver, bathed her in oatwater and roses, cared for her every whim. When Lenore Dove died, the people of District Twelve swore they could hear little Annabel Silver wailing in the house by the meadow all the way from town. In the Victor’s Village, Haymitch Abernathy drank deeply of the sleep syrup to quell the shrieks that echoed across the fields.

~ Personality & Traits ~

Personality: A free spirit as all Covey are like to be, Annabel Silver is not one to fall into line. She has a charming, disarming manner that has gotten her out of many a troublesome situation. Annabel Silver is endlessly persistent, consistently visiting Haymitch every week despite his refusal to open the door or respond. She is a multitasker and often prefers to sew, weave baskets, or do some other menial task to busy her hands. She is very loyal and makes friends for life. She has few friends, but has endeared herself to much of the district. She can be naïve and rather sheltered at times, her secluded upbringing often working against her when confronted with real life situations. Nevertheless, Annabel Silver is quick to learn how to navigate challenges and adapt to survive. She’s extremely sentimental and keeps keepsakes of whatever she can get her hands on. Her room is chock full of knick knacks and keepsakes.

Likes: Colour, music, performing, baked goods, dancing, clothes, jewelry, swimming, exploring the woods, flowers, gardening, interesting rocks or knick-knacks, keepsakes

Dislikes: The Capitol, the Victors’ Village, disingenuousness, being told when she should or shouldn’t play or make music, Capitol food, candy, being controlled or governed, the smell of sulphur, garish clothing, competitiveness

Skills: Sewing, mimicking bird calls, baking, playing guitar, harmonica-playing, singing, basket-weaving, dancing

~ Relationships ~

Mentor: Haymitch Abernathy

Haymitch Abernathy drinks himself into a stupor the night after the Reaping. He wants to remember as little of the 67th Hunger Games as possible. So, he drinks wine with breakfast, whiskey with dinner and white liquor whenever he can get his flask out. It’s only when the trumpets sound nineteen days in and Mackerel Hitch gives him a shove that he shakes himself out of his cups. On his control computer, Annabel Silver dangles limply in the hovercraft’s grip.The trumpets continue to play loudly as a hovercraft pulls Annabel Silver, malnourished and weak, but alive.

Mentee: Peeta Mellark

Annabel Silver didn’t think he’d remember her. Hoped he wouldn’t, more like. She wouldn’t be able to stand him joining the baleful gazes of the ones she couldn’t save. To have him standing beside Nolan, their twin gazes like four knives to her very soul. The 74th Hunger Games Reaping seemed like a cruel joke played on Twelve’s victors. The daughter of his childhood friends for Haymitch, Nolan’s nephew for her. It hurt to look at him, with his ashy blonde hair and earnest blue eyes, too like Nolan’s. Annabel Silver put every iota of herself into bringing Peeta home. She didn’t sleep for days at a time, barely eating and afraid to leave her control center. When Katniss and Peeta left the arena, Annabel Silver prayed to every god that had once been that this would be the end.

Love Interest(s):

Nolan Mellark

Nolan Mellark knew Annabel Silver was the only one for him the minute she bounded into the bakery, offering a song and dance for a pastry. Seeing as Grandda was suitably distracted in the back, he’d let her take up residence on a small stool, shoved in the corner. She played much more than one song, and when the day was over, even Grandda was inclined to give her more baked goods than she could hold in two hands for her entertainment. She’d left the bakery with a skirt full of bread and tarts and cake. From that day on she showed up each morning, playing jaunty tunes that had even Otho’s sour-faced wife tapping her heel and smiling, and mournful ballads that had customers wiping their eyes before purchasing an extra loaf to comfort themselves. But, it was only when he followed her to the meadow, where she lay like a fair maiden in a story amongst the wildflowers and wheatgrass, that they shared more than a longing glance and a few lyrics sung to him.

When Annabel Silver’s name was read from the Reaping Bowl, Nolan Mellark married her in the Justice Building, a ceremony just for the two of them. 29 days later, Nolan Mellark was dead. Officially, he was a treasonous rebel showing discontent amongst the district, but who really believed that Capitol-spewed crap? It was a punishment.

Mackerel “Mack” Hitch

Mackerel Hitch was an odd one out. The only boy of seven children, Mack was smack dab in the middle. His father was a fisherman, all leathery skin and gruff affection. Mack was much the same, by the time Annabel Silver met him. The Victor of the 63rd Games was happily eclipsed by the 65th. Mack preferred to stay out of the spotlight. It made it easier to help Haymitch Abernathy plot rebellion.

When the Mockingjay shot her arrow through the arena, Mackerel Hitch led the uprising in District Four. Conversely, Annabel Silver spends two months held by the Capitol, on so many drugs she could scarcely stand to sing in the broadcasts. But when she sways, all it takes is a whispered reminder that Mack’s life hangs under her nose and she’s rigid as a post. Her rescue and arrival in Thirteen bring only another layer of desperation to her desire to find him, safe and sound. It’s only when District Four is deemed secure that she is permitted to look for Mack. She finds him, missing an eye and an arm, but living. Coin has a camera crew film their reunion, or tries to. Mack throws a series of increasingly sharp and heavy medical supplies at them until they flee.

Friends:

Johanna Mason

Katniss Everdeen

Finnick Odair

Seeder

Chaff

Rye Mellark

Allies:

Mags Flanagan

Beetee Latier

Wiress

Enemies:

Coriolanus Snow

The Capitol

Plumella Tartrall

~ Misc. & Notes ~

Annabel Silver has a great affinity for pretty pieces of rock or metal. Since she was little, her birthday gifts have always been small pieces of jewelry made from scraps of metal. Bangles, necklaces, earrings, rings; if it’s wearable, she collects it.

When confronted with the uninspired District Twelves costumes (stark naked and dusted with coal), Annabel Silver demanded her Reaping dress back. It was delivered to the prep room, singed and filthy. She wore the dress, a rainbow of handkerchiefs, scraps of worn dresses, quilt squares, and embroidery, coated in coal dust and ash as it was.

She has a garden plot in the front garden of the Covey house, chock full to bursting with wildflowers.

Annabel Silver hated staying in Thirteen. She rarely left her quarters unless forced. She spent much of her free time alternately harassing and wheedling Coin and Thirteen to let her go find Mack.

She has nightmares about the alligator mutts that tore her ally from Three to pieces, and the mosquitoes that drained the underfed little boy from 6 until he had no colour left in him.

She can hold her liquor almost as well as Haymitch and Chaff, and has won more than a few sponsorships by drinking Capitolians under the table.

More Annabel Silver:

“Before”

“The Reaping”

“The Interview”

“The Ballad of Annabel Lee, As Haymitch Abernathy Remembers”

“The Magpie’s Rhyme”

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The Lady of Shalott

Artist: William Holman Hunt (English, 1827-1910)

Date: c. 1888–1905

Medium: Oil painting

Collection: Wadsworth Atheneum, Hartford, CT, United States

Description

The Lady of Shalott is an oil painting by the English artist William Holman Hunt, made c. 1888–1905, and depicting a scene from Tennyson’s 1833 poem, “The Lady of Shalott”. The painting is held by the Wadsworth Atheneum, in Hartford, Connecticut. A smaller version is held by the Manchester Art Gallery.

“She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look’d down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack’d from side to side; ‘The curse is come upon me,’ cried The Lady of Shalott.”

~ Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott (1842)

The painting by William Holman Hunt (1827-1910) has a complicated and elaborate symbolism. The Lady of Shalott is herself an artist and may reflect Hunt’s own aesthetic on the consequences of turning away from duty and yielding to the temptations of the world rather than being removed from its material realities.

The lady’s magnificent hair, blown by a stormy wind, frightens away the doves of peace that had settled next to her as she worked, the weaving ruined, as is her own life. The silver lamp on the right has owls decorating the top and sphinxes at the bottom to suggest wisdom triumphing over mystery, its light extinguished now that the she has succumbed to temptation. Hercules, who is portrayed to the right of the mirror is given a halo to signify him as a type of Christ, his victory over the serpent guarding the apples in the garden of the Hesperides the pagan counterpart to Christ’s victory over sin. To the left of the mirror, the Virgin Mary prays over the Christ child, her humility and the valor of Hercules both exemplars of duty and foils to the Lady of Shalott, who personifies its dereliction, as signified by her wild hair and unraveling yarn.

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One of Us is Guilty; Prologue

Eight people, nine rooms, seven weapons. One person is guilty, and until they are found, no one is safe; from the perpetrator of the crime, or of being accused.

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

Content; Gender-neutral reader, unreliable narrators

Content Warning; Death (not described), murder (not described)

Word Count; 1.3 K (includes guide on how to participate at the end)

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

You were making your way down the main flight of stairs, ready to go crawl into your bed after the long day.

“Attention! Attention!” Crowley’s voice echoed over the PA system, still annoyingly chipper despite the late hour. What was he even still doing here? “Due to the weather, all remaining staff and students are under orders to stay inside the building until morning!” And the PA system cut out.

You groaned, “Seriously? It can’t be that bad–” A loud crack of thunder sounded directly above the building, causing the chandelier to shake. “Okay then,” you huffed, plopping down on the stairs, “I get the message.”

Of course, you would get stuck here for the night, guess that’s what happens when you stay back to study and work on assignments.

But you weren’t the only person stuck in the desolate halls of Night Raven College; seven others were in the same boat as you.

…

Vil was in the lecture theatre, reviewing his notes for the upcoming performance that the Film Research Club would be putting on next week. He too heard Crowley’s announcement and pushed his hair back, massaging his temple. He would not be getting a good night’s rest tonight.

“Tch, no use lamenting over it,” he sighed to himself. Carefully, he put the notes and suggestions away in their designated folder, and he made his way to the main hall. If anyone was still here with him, they might be there; at least he would have some company for the night, and not be alone in the empty hallways.

…

Professor Crewel was grading papers in the teacher’s lounge, and getting a migraine from it as well. “Have those pups learned nothing from me,” he grumbled.

He would much rather be at home in his finest pyjamas, scratching the chins of his dogs, but no, he was stuck here, and would be stuck until the storm passed or Headmaster Crowley got back on the PA system saying it was safe to leave. But knowing his employer, the man had transported himself home, leaving everyone stuck at the college oblivious.

I ought to wring his neck if he did.

…

Rook was in the library, perusing through various books, just looking for something to pass the time. He knew earlier that day that a storm was brewing, he could tell by the clouds and the faint smell wafting on the breeze. He also knew that Vil would be staying late, and he wasn’t going to leave Roi de Poison alone.

After going down a few aisles, Rook finally found a book to his liking. “Hmm, this is new. Ah, how interesting!” Tucking the book under his arm, Rook made his way to the lecture theatre, as that was where he had last seen Vil.

Perhaps un meurtre mystère would make for a good plot for a future performance?

…

Silver had fallen asleep in the cafeteria, apparently he had slept for most of the day. He had only woken up because of Crowley’s voice echoing loudly in the large, empty room.

Did they not notice? Silver rubbed his eyes and yawned. If he was here, there was a possibility of others also finding themselves stuck in the school for the night. The least he could do was make sure others were staying calm, and staying safe. Even outside of his duties he was ever still the protector, and far too kind.

“Hopefully no one got hurt…” he murmured to himself. There was something off, a dark presence of sorts, and it wasn’t just the dark clouds hurling down rain, hail, and lightning outside.

Something doesn’t feel right…

…

Azul was in the alchemy lab, perfecting the most complicated potion that was in his textbook; he had a reputation to upkeep after all, and didn’t want anyone usurping his rank at the top of the class.

There, I just need to add some belladonna and— the suddenness of Crowley’s overly loud voice coming over the PA system caused Azul to add too much, and the potion evaporated. Azul gritted his teeth, but took a step back. Perhaps a walk would help calm him down… he was going to have to replace all of those ingredients tomorrow…

“So close,” he hissed, and he started making his way down the hall, still muttering to himself.

…

Jade was washing the dirt from his hands, having just come back from checking on his fungi in the botanical gardens. He already knew before Crowley made his little announcement that he would be spending the night, which didn’t bother him all that much. Perhaps he could see what was in the kitchen, since he did have that new dish which looked and sounded to be divine.

But that could wait, Azul was most likely still working on that potion of his, and knowing the house warden, he had fumbled with the ingredients at the sudden noise and probably sulking… and Jade could use some amusement at the moment, and a sulking and slightly peeved Azul would do the trick.

…

Cater was in the kitchen, retrieving something for Trey since they were all out in the Heartslabyul kitchen. Of course it was something sweet, but Cater would rather be here than see the outcome of the freshmans’ antics. Sorry freshies, you’re on your own!

But now he was stuck here for the night, and having nothing better to do, and boredom starting to creep in, Cater brought out his phone and started recording. 

“It’s Cay-kun here!~” He gave a peace sign to the camera and stuck out his tongue. “Let’s see who we can find!” And he started chatting to the camera and walking towards the main hall.

…

…

Eventually, everyone had made their way to the main hall; you, Silver, Vil, Professor Crewel, Rook, Azul, Jade, and Cater. But there was no sign of Headmaster Crowley.

“Have any of you pups seen the Headmaster,” Divus asked, turning up a brow, and looked at his students with suspicion.

Everyone shook their head no. Divus sighed, and turned around the corner, in the direction of the Headmaster’s office, but he stopped in his tracks.

Curious, you looked to where Professor Crewel was staring; lying in the middle of the floor was Crowley, and he wasn’t breathing.

Dire Crowley was dead, murdered. And everyone was a suspect, including you.

About this Event

That's right folks, a classic murder mystery in the style of the board game Clue and some inspiration from the book And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie.

At the beginning and end of each part, I will be including a link to a Google Form where people can vote for who they think is the murderer, what room the murder took place in, and the weapon that was used. There's also an optional question where you can explain your answer, just do know that everything was randomly chosen by a spinner.

The form will be active for at least 72 hours; it may go on for longer if I'm busy. A new form will be added with each part, just with the suspect, room, & weapon that was voted in the last part being removed if they were incorrect... and may take some inspo from the book I mentioned.~

In future parts there will be dark content, as this is a murder mystery; all of the content warnings will be included at the beginning, and also tagged (ie. cw death). Because of this, I will not be tagging people in future parts just as a precaution.

Now, let the investigation begin!

Link to Google Form

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) - 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) - 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 - Teachers' lounge - Cafeteria - Kitchens - Lecture theatre - Botanical garden - Alchemy lab - Library - Crowley's office

Weapons:

- Revolver - Rope - Dagger - Wrench - Candlestick - Lead pipe - Magic

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