A Dank and Spoopy Night {private, Astrid}

https://www.fairytail-rp.com/t23190-murder-mystery

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The oak inn, a pleasant little location, it was no silver moon but it was quaint and nice. Located near the outskirts of town far enough away so that if there was a storm it would be hard to call for Aid, but nothing bad ever happened there so it would be fine. At least that is what the tenants thought because on this derk and spoopy night someone would lose their life! Sharp had come to the hotel because she was on her way to another job, but she had decided to treat herself a bit from living in what is effectively a cardboard box with a window, and to experience a nicer life, filled with a bed that is made up of fluffy sheets and pillows so she can stare at the ceiling in comfort instead of at the wall. Regardless the redhead enjoyed the fact that her little stop in was approved by her boss, and she could now see what all the fuss about this whole first world living thing that was all the rage for people.

Sadly as the rain started to pour outside of the window and lightning struck in the distance Sharp felt a presence nearby, a presence that she felt had to be... silenced. it was very apparent that somewhere in this hotel was a person that Sharp needed to have taken care of by orders of her boss, it seems part of her little job had found her, now exactly who it was, well, Sharp would need to do some digging, and in order to do just that she would have to head down into the lobby from her comfy bed and try and scout out the more recent guests, little did she know she would encounter more than just her prey down by the cozy sitting area.

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Post WC: 307
Total WC: 307/1500

As the windows pained with the sound of wind and rain Sharp entered the sitting area to gaze around the room for the source of the disturbance. He was here, somewhere, and Sharp would find him. As she took a small glance around the room she saw nothing but some people reading and chatting. A voice in her head told her he was elsewhere, eluding her. Expression changed from the bright eyed youthful look into a far more jaded and sinister expression, if one saw the change they would almost view that Sharp was a different person. Slinking off into one of the wood covered hallways Sharp eventually vanished from sight as the shadows encompassed her being. Darting from room to room Sharp''s only focus was on her prey, though she didn't briefly stop and stare confused at two people, one of which had a strange accent, both in costumes that looked like animals... it was weird.

Making her way throughout the entire hotel, Sharp eventually arrived at the underbelly of the operation, in the suite at the very top her prey was located. A man who had made deals with the devil and now didn't want to cash in his end of the bargin. Smiling as he held onto his money, the portly man gazed at the jewels in his hands and laughed with glee, having made out like a king, however he would soon learn his time was up. Slinking along the corners of the room whereverse darkness lay, Sharp reached underneath his bed, and like the boogeyman manifested underneath. Eyes flicking with a cold flame, Sharp hardened the shadows around her into lethal weapons and grasped the man by the ankles. Screaming the man was dragged downward and he had only but a moment to witness Sharps glowing eyes before he was pierced straight through the darkness below. His blood and gore spilled as part of the payment, the jewels drenched and ruined just like his soul.

Before anyone could know what happened, Sharp vanished and returned to a dark corner of the foyer.as she manifested no one saw, too engrossed in their own reading's and discussions. Now Sharp was down here rather up there, she could say she wasn't around the scene, but hopefully no one would discover the body till morning. As Sharp changed her expression she saw something out of the corner of her eye, fifty shades pink. Sharp liked the color pink... walking over Sharp tried to casually move behind Astrid to catch a read of the book, but as she read she got confused.

Why is the guy sticing his ***** in her ******? Is he an assassin or something?

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Post wc: 449
Total wc: 756/1500

Upon asking her question Sharp found that the book was flung across the room and out a window. Amazingly it was also struck by a bolt of lightning, causing it to burn up into nothing but ash beneath the rainstorm. That was a shame, Sharp was curious as to why they seemed to so happy together. Regardless Sharp was being asked a question, about why she was here in the inn right now and Sharp had the answer to it, though not in the way that Astrid was probably going to expect.

"Well, there's a party for it? I didn't know people liked to celebrate murder..." She trailed off for a brief second till she remembered Chaoris, and indeed people do enjoy celebrating murder. Did that mean Sharp would become one of those "popular kids" everyone talked about? Oh, that seemed fun, but she didn't know if she would want all of that attention. "Murder party, so like everyone here is going to try and kill each other? Don't worry Astrid I can protect you if that happens, I am well versed in the art of the fighting. I can hold my own against others!"

Huffing a bit Sharp poked out her chest and placed her hands on her hips trying to look heroic, but she probably just looked a bit foolish. Regardless Sharp was prepared to handle this whole murder thing with all the grace that she had in the arsenal, besides she was already ahead of the game, one person had already died by her hands, and now she could kill an entire party and they would enjoy it!? Finally, something she was good at!

"So when does this murder party start anyway?"

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post wc: 285
Total wc: 1041/1500

Wait the murder party was centered around a murder that other people had done? No, it was that pretend game. Sharp had played pretend before, but when she played it she tried to pretend she wasn't stuck in her current situation, needless to say, Sharp sucks at pretend. Astrid's description went over Sharp's head a bit, what did a condiment have to do with solving a murder mystery? She was so confused by that comment, but Sharp could roll with it Sharp would also watch out for the condiment that desired to kill people, no mustard would defeat her!

"Don't worry Astrid, I understand completely now I must find the one who has killed someone! I shall become just like the mayonnaise and shall solve this mystery! Now then where should I start..."

Suddenly a member of the hotel staff arrived within the lounge and attempted to compose himself. "I am afraid to inform all of you that, it is as the man said, there has been a murder! Please return to your rooms so we can get this mess solved." Looking at the man, Sharp noticed that he was dressed as a manager, or at least one would assume from the suit he was wearing, though the other man could have been the manager, not that it mattered, this man reeked of ketchup. He had a goatee, the evilest of all facial hair, which proved that he must be in league with the evil sauce of this hotel!

"Where were you on the night of the sixteenth?"

Sharp stated as she moved towards the man with gusto, a flair in her step that showed an eagerness to prove just how 'sharp' she could be. "Well, I do believe I shall be working tomorrow at the hotel..."

"A likely story! Working tomorrow, I BET YOU ARE THE MURDERER!"

"Miss, the game doesn't really start till everyone goes back to their rooms."

"Only the murderer would say that. So how did you kill him huh? With ketchup the MOST DEADLY OF ALL SAUCE!?"

"I don't pay myself enough for this, go to your rooms and we can get started, okay?"

"Fine... but I'm watching you and your bottle of delicious processed tomatoes, which you probably think is a vegetable, but no murderer... it is a fruit, one of justice!"

Shaking his head in anger the gentleman with the goatee motioned for everyone to head upstairs and back to their rooms and as Sharp did such she walked back up the stairs glaring at the man the entire time, scanning his body to try and locate the ketchup packet which he had used in the murder. When she made her way back to her room, however, Sharp began to think... what if there wasn't just one type of sauced used in the killing but several. It was an entire murder sandwich... and Sharp would have to take a bite out of it to solve this crime!

As the lights went out, the game began!

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Post WC: 502
Total WC: 1543/1500