FOR THEY CANNOT DIE ANYMORE, BECAUSE THEY ARE EQUAL TO ANGELS.

[cccorp]

Today, the canals of Mac Anu flow as gentle as they always do, gondolas drifting lazy through the paths of sunlight cut bright across the water. Shops and vendors line the stonework streets along the waterways, a general murmur of NPCs circulating through their preprogrammed business keeping Mac Anu, as always, feeling maybe a little more alive than a real city.

There is one particular bridge that nearly every player's taken at least once, because it connects to a great many other places of interest, and it's wide enough for easy travel. Besides, with the professions update, they've put a fishing spot on the other side of it. NPCs with fishing rods litter the spot in alternating shifts, their laughter mingling with the calls of shopkeeps advertising cheap prices for some simple plants to get started crafting with, and the clink of forks and plates at a restaurant nearby, its customers singing the chef praises.

Below the bridge, a gondolier passes, humming, his gondola drifting along its circuit through the canals, his tune in rhythm with the passing conversation. As he comes out from under it and sails further away, he glances up at the bridge, as if he were expecting something, and he seems to see it. His gaze remains fixed there until, eventually, the water takes him out of sight again.

Today, you might notice that at the base of this bridge, just before your feet, is a red sort of smear.

A little further down the bridge, about a fourth of the way along it, is a person collapsed on the ground. The red trails to him, fallen forward.

You see upon approaching his hand grasping at his throat at the singularly cut sliced deep into his neck. His one good eye wide and unblinking, he is—among all the laughter and conversation on either side of the bridge; in the shadow of the clock tower, which stands a silent witness, the sun at its back—no longer breathing, his body cool to the touch.

Perhaps this could be considered a kindness: for one who failed, time and time and again, to grasp the desire to live, maybe he found some suggestion of it in his last moments, his hand at his throat, his palm smeared with dried blood, a curious anomaly in the deathless Mac Anu. Fragment had, after all, taught him a great many things. Should he not be grateful for one more, no matter how permanent the lesson?

Mithrun is dead.

Comments

Re: investigation question (kinda): inventory

[cccorp]

The answer is no (womp womp). Only Mithrun has access to Mithrun's inventory, so take notes, corpse griefers.

...But if you kindly ask Hien, he will show you the current contents of Mithrun's inventory for the hell of it. The contents are as follows:

Party Hat Skin
Health Potion x96
Barkskin Potion x99
Fortify Weapon Potion x99
Potion of Deep Sleep x99
Homing Molotov x99
Potion of Confusion x99
Fish x16
101 Puns Book
Yaoi Erotica

damn if he hadn't popped any potions that would have been wild

[ophidie]

[Womp womp.

She will ask Hien politely, of course, and thank him afterward, with the possible inclusion of a slightly passive aggressive comment about what a shame it is to send investigators who don't have all the tools. It doesn't seem entirely directed at Hien, at least?]

... So he probably healed himself, but he didn't use any of the other potions. [It really seems like he wasn't expecting combat.

Ok well Miharu is going to continue my tradition of looking at environmental shit that usually doesn't matter, in that case. It's probably too much to hope that something will be off about the Chaos Gate near the start of the blood trail, but she will check it out just in case. Is there anything weird about the keyword input menu or has anything been left just outside the gate? Someone snacking on la pumpkin seeds and leaving the shells? (disgusting)]

well, he was pretty fond of dying, so

[cccorp]

There's nothing unusual about the Chaos Gate, and while Mithrun's keyword history may reveal something interesting about his recent adventures, Miharu does not have access to that information. Beyond the trail of blood leading right up to the Chaos Gate, there is nothing else of note to be found, but who knows? Maybe the trail resumes elsewhere.

[ophidie]

[Understandable, have a nice day. By which I mean she's increasingly dandered by their forced helplessness and this won't have consequences later whatsoever

She doesn't want to be indebted to Hien just yet, vaguely sick at the thought of it, so Miharu will see what else comes together and only go to him later, should those other testimonies not pan out - unless she's called elsewhere before then.

She's not getting into his @ homes rooms without a little help from a GM or guild leader, either.]

[cccorp]

Sounds like Miharu's stuck between a hard place and a hard place. Oh well! She'll have more to chew on come tomorrow when the NPCs speak up. Until then!

[ophidie]

[i say thank you, she says fuck you.

SEE YOU TOMORROW]