-he’d luagh somewhat a bit evilly- Apato: “Yes, YES!!! I would absolutely LOVE to see such massive armies of clones duke it out to see whom’s DNA and skills are SUPERIOR to the other peons!!” -he’d luagh out-
*she is a bit weirded out and dumps the dregs of her drink into the bush* Well I definitely can't let that happen, so sorry. Well toodloo....
-he’d blinked and growled- “Well, time to play my favorite game again on my Lego Boy: Systemic Opression 2: The Wrath of TTD...” -he’d grumble, blindly walking into the garden tours-
Let's keep an eye out for anyone suspicious-looking. We don't have much to go off of, so I think I'll start talking to some of the other guests.
*Tigress heads to a different area of the snack tables and approaches ninjagofanmam *
* NFM is just finishing a brownie at the food table. She looks up at Tigress as she approaches and smiles and waves * Hey.
*Tigress responds with a matching smile and wave.* Hey there. *She joins NFM at the table, pausing to gaze greedily at the plate of brownies before snatching one.* Nice party.
Congratulations everybody we are 200 pages!!!! And this topic couldn't have gotten here without all you beautiful lovely people. Thank you so much for participating, I'm certain that Jaypie would be ridiculously proud of all of you! So help yourself to some cake, you deserve it.
-last edited on Dec 27, 2018 8:59:58 GMT by Gnuehchcaz
Post by TheFirstDecade on Dec 27, 2018 6:27:50 GMT
-if there was one oddball to join such an lovely garden party, it would be possibly a very high-profile, very renounced minifigure, a minifigure whom only goes by the name, Elvenfell Fire Lord Soloman Harley Donnegan...-
-however, he doesn’t make his entrance flashy, he just... enters through the front gate like a normal person would. But if anything will make him stand out, it’s his outfit and pointy ears... as well as his unsheathed sword and shield in his hands below...-
-Apato suddenly turns his attention over to this fire-winged newcomer and growls-
Apato: “Well well, lookin to make another murder mystery to happen, sir? Im sorry, David, im afraid i can’t let you do that...” -he’d said, adjusting his tie as the (anti)hero grunted and looked conflicted-
Soloman: “David? Imnot this person, thous speakest of. However, thou doth ought to be tame and inconsiderate of thy Lord, Soloman Harley Donnegan, Fire Lord over thee Elves i thyself ruleth...” -his lips curled into an annoyed frown at the doctor, whom which Apato spat in his face. Literally.-
Soloman: “What is a Human? -he flings his drink glass aside- Nothing but a miserable little pile of secrets! But enough talk! Have at you!“
Apato: “Enguarde, sub-human PEST!!!”
-Both combatants come charging after eachother in a very dramatic screaming way-
Congratulations everybody we are 200 pages!!!! And this topic couldn't have gotten here without all you beautiful lovely people. Thank you so much for participating, I'm certain that Jaypie would be ridiculously proud of all of you! So help yourself to some cake, you deserve it.
WOOOOOO Congrats!! It's been 200 pages of fun, creative, and intense mysterious solving, for sure! Thank you to you and Jaypie for hosting the games!! *eats cake*
*a jayclone wearing a sunflower costume holds up a green flag at the entrance to the garden* Everyone who is doing the garden tour please come with me and we shall begin right away!
Congratulations everybody we are 200 pages!!!! And this topic couldn't have gotten here without all you beautiful lovely people. Thank you so much for participating, I'm certain that Jaypie would be ridiculously proud of all of you! So help yourself to some cake, you deserve it.
WOOOOOO Congrats!! It's been 200 pages of fun, creative, and intense mysterious solving, for sure! Thank you to you and Jaypie for hosting the games!! *eats cake*
Yes! Party time! : D Awesome to hear that!! Aw it has been my pleasure. : ) *eats as well* Nomnom, virtual cake!
So, I may have already asked this, but do you RP as yourself? If not, do you base your character off yourself but with a different name, or make up an eccentric character? Or does it matter?
*a jayclone wearing a sunflower costume holds up a green flag at the entrance to the garden* Everyone who is doing the garden tour please come with me and we shall begin right away!
*Zach appears at the Garden party and finds Tigress. He's wearing a tuxedo and dark sunglasses that make him look more like a secret agent than a guest at the hotel.*
You look stunning, Tigress. I haven't found any suspicious looking people yet, but I have a feeling we will find them soon.
*Tigress smiles, mildly surprised by the compliment.* Thanks. You look pretty good yourself, Zach. *She casts another glance across the crowd; most guests are crowding around the food table.*
I've been thinking about the owner of the notebook. . . *Her voice lowers as she continues,* . . . I think it'd take either a person either with an artistic mindset to create their own code of letters and numbers to be set up as reminders alongside the doodles, or a person with a very technical brain to make those notes which could be advanced codes and calculations. Personally, from what we saw, *shrug* I think the smasher has a pretty technical head. I'm an artist, and I couldn't make head or tail of that nonsense. I know you've only just arrived, but do you have any idea who among us here matches that description?
{.} Lolli I'm just tagging you because I'm not sure of you know we're active again.
Lolimon had spent most of his life at parties such as the one in the garden, he was one of the last Minifigures still in the hotel. He wore a classic black traje de corto with a red fajin as well as brown leather shoes and belt, he kept the pen Anaklusmos in his shirt pocket for emergency use, and several other discreet weapons and gadgets besides. he examined himself in the mirror, his reflection scrutinizing his lack of a sense of any sort of up-to-date fashion. He frowned, "This belonged to a very dear friend, How could I be so rude as not to honor him by wearing it?" "A noble vision, señor," His reflection said in a partially mocking tone, "But you won't impress the señoritas if they see you in that." "Well," Lolimon began, buttoning his shirt, "Perhaps I'm not looking to impress anyone." "Huh! That's like saying the sun isn't looking to shine, mi amigo." "What?" "Don't pretend that I didn't see how you were looking at her." "Looking at who? I've seen a lot of girls today, be more specific." "Oh come on, you know who I'm talking about, hombre." "No, I don't suppose I do, and I would like it very much if y-" He was cut off by a crash outside his door. Silence fell like a tiger upon it's prey. The distressed yelps and gurgles of several jayclones broke the silence, each preceded by a whzip that Lolimon knew all too well. As quickly as he dare, Loliimon turned off his lights and walked over to where he'd laid his quiver of arrows, grabbing his bow on the way quiet as the night and quicker. Silence again. The knob on the door turned methodically and as soon as the door opened a figure in all black slipped in.
[cont.]
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
An arrow sped past their head and slammed the door shut, Thiszzew!
Thszip!
Two more nearly pinned the minifigure to the wall, but they quickly regained their senses and shot in Lolimon's direction with their silenced gun. Some time later Lolimon shot his last four arrows which his attacker used to climb atop the wardrobe. This was the end, Lolimon was sure of it - until he heard the familiar click of an empty cartridge. Taking advantage of this delay he threw Anaklusmos at his assailant, and as soon as it embedded itself into the wall in returned to him. The attacker threw themselves at Lolimon and pulled a medieval ax from it's mount on the wall.The smasher leveled their ax and charged. Lolimon caught his sword intentionally in the attacker's ax, causing them to nick their own arm and so drop their weapon. But the attacker was quick to draw their own dagger and flung themself once more at their victim. They thrust upward aiming for Lolimon's exposed chest. The pair parried for a moment before Lolimon feinted and slashed the attacker's shoulder. The mysterious minifigure screamed in pain and anger. The attacker advanced faster and more vigorously. The two blades clashed, the sound resounding through the space. They parried once more and the attacker offered an empty fade, gashing through Lolimon's left leg. Falling in pain he was left at the mercy of his assailant who lifted their daggar and thrust down with all their strength, but Lolimon rolled over in the nick of time. Reaching his bow he bought himself some time by landing a stray arrow deep into the attacker's arm. He got up with some difficulty and ran back, propelling himself from the coffee table. Then thrusting his sword forward and down. It was the attacker's turn to roll over, narrowly escaping through the window.
[cont.]
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
It was getting to be night now as Lolimon cleaned himself up for the party. His traje de corto had been ruined, his reflection bidding them good riddance, he put them neatly away. Wearing instead, as his reflection put it, obnoxious oceanic blue tuxedo (The only clean tuxedo he had.) with a chocolate brown cravat. He made use of his otherwise decorative cane to support his weight on his left. With this he made his way down the halls where Jayclones were vigorously scrubbing red out of the carpet, and through the patio doors to the garden party. From the steps he surveyed the goings on in the party below. He saw his photographer friend snapping pics of a Jayclone in an odd costume, elsewhere he saw a Native American headdress bobbing toward an elf with fiery wings, and at the snack table he saw that Tigress was wearing what he deemed a female version of his tuxedo, however she looked much better in it, he thought. He turned to leave when he was caught by his reflection in the glass. "You can't run forever,"
Lolimon looked to the nob then back at his reflection, "Oh, yeah, well just watch me."
He grabbed the nob, but it wouldn't budge."Just be yourself," His reflection said, turning into a bumble bee, "Don't be so sheepish," He morphed accordingly. Lolimon looked up and laughed, wiping his hand with his mouth, "Oh, right I forgot, you're the expe- just let me through this door." (Those looking on can't see his reflection as he can.) "What do you mean I can't? You're, this," Lolimon continued in a hushed tone noticing some jayclones looking at him funnily, "This is why I can't bring you anywhere. WHat? Well fine! Yeah, fine! here look, I'm going to the party, ayayay..." He made his way to the snack table for some brownies and punch, having momentarily forgotten Tigress was hard by the stress-relieving deserts.
*Follows you and the Jayclone* So, what do you think about this whole crime scene? Who do you think it is?
(No worries. )
*Leaf's smile drops and looks like she's deep in thought* To be honest with you...I have no idea.
The crimes committed here are of two drastically different nature: a subtle poisoning and an outright attack; one hushed up without an investigation yet the other...littered with clues. We are given a notebook, a crumpled drawing, and a marshmallow that has been-sadly-eaten by a guest.
*she pauses*
From the notebook and the calculations...we can tell that its owner is organized, collected, intellectual enough to plan ahead and cover his or her tracks...like the poisoning of Mr. Rupert, so to say. From the crumpled drawing and the doodles, however...we can infer that the Smasher is also of a creative mind: one who delights in riddles, jokes, and the thrill of this cat-and-mouse chase. So wishing to be found that he or she is rash enough to perform the gruesome impaling of Mrs. Tottington and leave behind clues for the other guests to solve.
So I think... *the photographer fumbles with her camera, clearly anxious* Either we are dealing with not one, but two Smashers of contrasting character, working together for an unknown reason or...someone with dual-personalities. Someone who can be calm in one moment but crazy in the next: well-versed in logic and considers him or herself as some sort of artist as well.
Now who do we know has an unstable, hyper personality, is engaged in an artform, known by many as a trickster and humorous clown, and is associated with marshmallows?
Then again...Anything is possible. *she laughs nervously*
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