Murder Mystery | Job |

It was 9:50 p.m... The sun had already went down about an hour ago, and countless stars were beginning to light up the sky. Tonight was a full moon, and a beautiful one at that. Its blue rays casted across the town, mixing with the yellow light of Oak Town's torches and street lights.

Neyvahn was on his way to the Oak Inn, dressed in a simple white button-up shirt, and a pair of flexible black pants over dark leather boots. Tonight was the Inn's murder game, open to anybody and everybody. However, Neyvahn wasn't there to take part in that game, he was the hired security. His job was to make sure that nothing deadly actually happened. It wasn't likely, but an Inn full of people of many kinds could definitely turn sour.

Most of the people who chose to partake in this event were probably in the Inn already. Neyvahn would make it just before the event started.

Up ahead, the Oak Inn's lights outlined the playing field for tonight, a playing field where all its contestants would be locked in for 24 hours. A playing field, where a supposed murderer is on the loose. Neyvahn sighed. "I don't really get why people enjoy this kind of stuff."

"Easy for a shut-out like yourself to say," Kei jestered. "Games like these are exhilarating! People love the fear and the suspense, and these games always keep people on their toes." He hummed a little to himself, letting out a giddy laugh.

Neyvahn's brow furrowed a little. He never knew Kei was such a horror junkie. "Calm down, Kei. We're the security for this party. We can't just go off and dilly dally in the Inn."

Neyvahn walked up to the entrance of the Inn, walking through the doors into its impressive lobby. In there, a central fireplace crackled with chairs gathered around it, very close together, as if they were fighting for the warmth. Stairways led to different levels where people could enjoy resting or partaking in different activities, along with hallways that led to an assortment of rooms for guests... The perfect location for a murder game like this.

The people were chatting among themselves, teaming up and laughing at each other's cheesy jokes. Neyvahn just rolled his eyes and walked around the lobby, getting a feel for the location of each hallway and making mental notes of the overall Inn structure. After all, it was his job to make sure nothing bad actually happened. It'd be bad if he lost his way around the place.

Without warning, the Inn staff walked around the Inn, locking and sealing the doors and exits. Even windows were nailed shut for the time being. Everyone was "Wow, they're really going all out with this event..."

Kei just hummed a subtle "Mmhm" in affirmation.

After the staff locked everything down, what seemed to be the owner of the place walked to the front doors and gathered everybody around. Like sheep to a shepherd, they all crowded towards him and quieted down. The old man cleared his throat. "Hmmhmm... Hello everyone and welcome to Oak Inn's annual Murder Night!" Everybody cheered, excited for the game to start.

"Now the rules are simple: For 24 hours, all exits will be shut. It is your job as the people to survive the night, because a murderer stands in your crowd." Small murmurs began to spread through the crowd as people looked around, already picking out suspects. Neyvahn spotted a few people pass glances at him. "You must find the murderer, and convince at least half of the people that your suspect is the murderer. When you've gathered the resolve to point your finger at the suspected killer, come back to the fireplace and press this button," the man stated, motioning over to the fireplace, where a bell boy placed down a pedestal with a red button on it. "This button will ring a bell throughout the Inn. If you hear this bell, then everyone still alive must gather back at this place. However, some of you may not be alive to make accusations." More murmurs broke out. The old man just grinned bemusedly. "The murderer may choose to attack you. If you feel a finger slide across your throat, then you are 'dead' and must fall where you stand until someone finds you. Once someone finds you, then you will be guided to one of the rooms, where you may observe the game from that point on." The man folded his arms and took a deep breath, pausing for effect. "The game ends when the murderer has been correctly prosecuted... or when everybody but the murderer stands alive. You're all trapped in this Inn for 24 hours, good luck."

Suddenly, the lights went out, plunging everyone into darkness. More than a few people screamed a little, while others just gasped in fear. Neyvahn just stood there, closing his eyes. He could still see everything, but not as he did before. Colors faded, and everything became a picture in his head. He did not need his two eyes to see, he just needed his 'third eye.' A few staff members walked into the lobby from various hallways bringing illuminated torches. However, no real heat came off of them, nor was there a flame. Each torch was a bar of glowing plastic, lighting up everything in a 3 meter radius. Neyvahn sighed, opening his eyes to see the bucket of torches being handed out to everyone. Soon enough, he was next to pass the bucket and he grabbed a torch, holding it loosely in his hand.

"Try not to get killed too early on," Kei joked.

Neyvahn didn't answer, walking down the hallway with a few other people.

Neyvahn walked down another hall, passing what looked like a family of five. Two brothers and a sister in the middle with the parents on both ends holding torches. They were looking cautiously at Neyvahn, keeping their distance. Neyvahn just sighed with a bit of a disappointed look on his face. "Just how serious are these people taking this game?"

"I don't think they're worried about you being the murderer. You probably just creep them out with your ears and tail," Kei replied. "That and they might be taking the game seriously..."

Suddenly, Neyvahn heard a scream from somewhere down the hall. His ears perked up as he dashed in the direction of the commotion, holding his torch up and running on the wooden floor. When he got to the end of the hall, he went down the first flight of stairs and froze. His torch illuminated a middle aged woman, blood seeping from a gash in her neck.

Her eyes were still, staring at the side of the stairs, her mouth agape in shock. Neyvahn wanted to find a pulse, to know that this was just really good acting and make-up, but the gash in her neck was too real, as if her head was only holding on by her spine.

Neyvahn looked away, slapping his hand against his mouth to keep from losing his stomach. "Oh my god!" he gagged. Soon enough the family came running in his direction, spotting the body.

The father immediately turned away, pulling the children in the opposite direction. "Don't look, kids!" The mother stared in horror, her eyes darting from the body to Neyvahn, from the body to Neyvahn, over and over.

Neyvahn closed his eyes, but the image wouldn't go away. He shook his head, taking a breath. "Go to the lobby and ring the bell! Someone's been murdered, but it's not fake!" The mother nodded her head, taking the children's hands.

"Come along now, follow mommy," she said with teary eyes. The kids followed her almost without any kind of resistance. The father, however, stayed. His torch was held up, pointed at Neyvahn.

The member 'Neyvahn Keyvolo' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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'Monster Dice' :

"Did you kill this woman!?" the man hissed.

Neyvahn could see where he was coming from. After all, Neyvahn was the first face he saw next to the body. Anyone with some sort of common sense might suspect that, but it's not always right.

"No," Neyvahn answered in a regular voice, not too loud, but not so quiet that it's suspicious. "This woman was killed with a blade. I don't have anything like that on me, nor is there any sort of weapon around here." He waited, hoping that the man would understand. However, the man did not seem to accept his story right away. He seemed to be thinking about it, the torch still pointed at Neyvahn.

Neyvahn noticed something, something outside of the light. Something that only his third eye could see. Without warning, Neyvahn leaped up and flew right passed the man, instead tackling the figure hiding behind him in the dark.

Neyvahn landed right into the figure, throwing it to the ground. He placed his knee on its chest and threw a punch to its face. However, the figure blocked it, throwing its own right hook and landing it in Neyvahn's chest. The silver-haired mage flew backward, rolling on to the floor and landing back up on his feet.

"I think we found our murderer," Neyvahn growled.

"I don't think so," Kei said slowly. "I'm not sensing any kind of blade on him."

Neyvahn used his third eye and scanned his enemy. Kei was right: no blade. "Then it must be an accomplice. Either way, he's a current enemy." Neyvahn held up his torch to see his enemy getting up. It was a grungy man with a thick beard and a bald head. He was wearing what looked like military fatigues and combat boots. "Definitely an enemy."

Once the man got up, he got back into a fighting stance and lunged at Neyvahn.

Neyvahn dodged the mercenary's lunge, returning the attack with a heel kick. The hit connected a solid blow to the man's back and sent him into the wall. While he was still at an advantage, Neyvahn grabbed the back of the man's bald head and slammed it into the wall. He pulled the mercenary back and threw him to the ground. Once the man hit the ground, Neyvahn grasped his collar with his left hand and held his right hand up for a punch to the face.

"Who's in charge of you!?" he growled.

The henchman just spit in his face. "Fuck you!"

Spit was all over Neyvahn's face. He did not enjoy the gesture, nor did he enjoy the disgusting feeling. Neyvahn wiped off the spit with his free hand and released the man's collar, instead grasping his neck and pulling him up. A blue aura began to surround Neyvahn, crawling up his body and coating his right hand. The glow intensified in his palm forming a ball of cold energy. The hallway suddenly became colder, its temperature dropping to a chilly degree. Neyvahn held to ball of cold magic right up to the man's nose.

"Who's. Your. Boss."

Frost crawled up the henchman's nose, forcing him to close his eyes. "Y-You w-w-won't get anyt-thing f-rom-"

"DON'T FUCK WITH ME!" Neyvahn hissed. "You have a lot to lose, buddy. Want me to prove it?"

The cold ball of energy was nearly touching the man, creating small icicles under his nose. His stuttering became worse, and the cold was more than likely giving him a huge headache. "I'll give brain freeze a whole new meaning if you don't tell me who's in charge!"

Suddenly, the man gave in, his arms hanging lose. "OKAY! Okay!" Neyvahn released his grip on the man, dispelling the cold energy from his hand. Already, the frost on the henchman's face was dripping away. "It's the bell hop boy, John Kantine." The man knelt down, his eyes scanning the ground. "A little taller than me, tidy groomed beard. He was handing out torches at the mouth of the west hallways in the lobby!"

Neyvahn took a deep breath, recalling his own memories. He remembers seeing someone handing out torches at the west hallways. In fact, he was the one that Neyvahn took a torch from. He even saw his name tag... "John Kantine." Neyvahn knew exactly who the murderer was.

"Good choice," he told the henchman, knocking him out cold with a swift punch to the nose. The man fell back and Neyvahn began to pick him up. However, he almost failed to notice that the husband of the other family was still off to the side. He had a confused and scared look on his face, the torch in his hand by his side. Neyvahn motioned him over. "He's still alive, but he won't wake up for another hour or so. Can you move him to the cellar?"

The member 'Neyvahn Keyvolo' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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'Monster Dice' :

The man nodded his head hesitantly. Witnessing something so aggressive most likely did make him second think himself. Neyvahn cursed to himself a little, but helped the man pick up their attacker.

"The cellar should be accessible from the courtyard," Kei mentioned. Neyvahn thanked him and then took up the henchman by an arm, the husband from the family taking the other arm. They began making their way down the long hallway, the glow of a couple torches lighting their way. Halfway down the hall, Neyvahn heard a few pairs of footsteps. He looked up to see a few torches down the hall getting closer to them. The wife was probably one of them, but what were the other two?

Neyvahn closed his eyes and used his third eye again. Three people, and as he thought, one of them was the wife. Another one was a man dressed in the traditional chief headdress and wear, and the last one made Ney's job easier. It was the killer himself, John Kantine. Neyvahn shouldered the unconscious henchman and kept going, waiting for them to come to him and the husband. He looked at the husband and kept his voice low. "You heard the name of the murderer, right?"

The man nodded his head. "John Kantine, right?"

"Yeah. Just keep calm and act clueless. As far as everyone else knows, we don't know the name."

As soon as the group reached Neyvahn, the husband, and the unconscious henchman, the chief immediately threw a cleaver at Ney. It embedded in his left shoulder, knocking him off of the henchman and onto the floor. He growled and pulled the butcher knife from his flesh, quick to stop the bleeding.

He should've known that the murderer would try to put the blame on someone else. The wife must have told him about Neyvahn, and how suspicious he seemed. Now the chief was after him... great.

Neyvahn stood back up and dodged another cleaver heading right for his chest. He didn't have his sword with him, so he'd have to make do with his fists. Well, not necessarily.

"Eahoippu!" Neyvahn threw his right arm forward, aiming at the chief about 10 meters from him. The chief prepared to throw another cleaver, but his arms were suddenly glued to his sides and he was pulled right towards Neyvahn. Air whip, an ability that strings together and creates thick ropes of oxygen. Neyvahn used it to pull the chief into a close range.

The chief came flying at him. Neyvahn pulled his free fist back and thrust it into the stomach of the chief, immediately leading up with a knee to the jaw. Without letting up, Neyvahn finished up with a quick one-two jab combo to his nose. The chief swayed for a little before falling to the ground, unconscious. "Sorry," Neyvahn apologized. "You didn't look like you were in a talking mood."

The wife, the husband, and John all looked at Neyvahn shockingly. "Oh my god, you monster!" John cried, quickly backing away. The husband looked over at Neyvahn and ever so slightly nodded his head.

"Y-you killed those people, didn't you!?" he said in a fake panicked tone. However, it was quite convincing and Neyvahn appreciated his commitment to the act. The mother still believed that Neyvahn was the killer, and ran to her husband clutching his arm. She shot a horrified look at him and hid behind her man.

At the same time, Neyvahn could sense John reaching behind his back at his belt-line. He didn't have to look at him to know this. He also sensed the kitchen knife that the suspect was reaching for. "Wanna tell me this isn't our killer, Kei? You might be able to convince me otherwise."

Kei just laughed a little. "Nope... kick his ass."

Suddenly, John leaped forward towards Neyvahn, pulling out his weapon from behind him. The silver blade slashed right towards Neyvahn's neck, attempting to open a gash in his throat. Neyvahn growled a little in his throat. This guy really wanted to make a bloody mess. His last victim's corpse only made Ney further believe that. John kept throwing attacks at Neyvahn, each one getting closer and closer. One attack was way too quick for Neyvahn to dodge, and he got caught right in the side. He winced a little, losing a valuable fraction of a second. John continued his barrage of attacks and landed another strike on Neyvahn's leg. This caused Ney to limp a little and suffer another strike on his shoulder.

Kei groaned. "You're getting locked down! Push him back off your feet!" Neyvahn gritted his teeth and grasped the knife as soon as John struck again. John didn't think to let go in time and suffered a heavy punch to the nose. He fell backwards a little bit, but regained his footing. Neyvahn sighed, tossing the knife to the ground. No need to worry about him picking it back up, John will be unconscious before he can get within five feet of that knife.

"Itto Suruko." Neyvahn felt the energy around him draw in, rejuvenating his body and refreshing his mind. He continued, mumbling another quiet word. The air around him seemed to glow very faintly, a blue hue highlighting him in the dark. John stared a little bit before going right back into the fight. However, he was not prepared for the sudden increase in Neyvahn's physical abilities. Neyvahn dodged the quick jab much easier, countering with his own knee to John's gut. John got the breath knocked out of him.

"Out of all things to do," Neyvahn sighed. "You choose to attack the guy with cat ears? Rude." The silver-haired bakeneko pushed John back and threw an overcharged roundhouse kick at his face. The hit connected beautifully. "Sansoken." Neyvahn held his arm out and acted as if he was holding a sword. What John didn't know was that he actually did have a sword, it was just made of oxygen and nearly impossible to see. Neyvahn motioned upwards and quickly behanded John of both his hands.


Afterwards, local officers apprehended the killer and handled the rest. Neyvahn didn't stay much afterwards to see what happened. He just took his reward and left. The party was stopped short and Neyvahn made his way back to the Black Rose guildhall.