Dreadlords A Knife For the Ribs

"...Yep," Blake answered flatly, glancing towards Larrainth. She would have groaned at the sight of her, but there was nothing more upsetting to the stomach than the sight of a freshly exploded girl, so Vittoria's presence barely bothered Blake today.

Sans magic, Blake really thought this little game was going to be a no-brainer for her. With all her athletic and acrobatic skill it felt like she'd be untouchable in a world where only physical skill and wit were permitted. Unfortunately, for all the former Blake had, she was outmatched in the latter.

"Never expected her to hide in the storage cupboard in the bathroom. Got me with my pants down...literally."

Blake yawned and slouched, bored in her confidence that she would not be found responsible. In fact, if Larrainth were among the suspects it really wouldn't have surprised Blake if they just pinned it on her and called it a day.
"Wonder what happened? Didn't think it was likely for a girl that smart to get, well...ripped apart like that..."

"Unfortunately."

When Takoda was first called for questioning, he originally believed it was simply for him to be reprimanded for his performance at the event. Imagine his surprise when he was told the reason for his failure had ended up dead.

It seemed that when life and death were on the line, Hidesport was not as skilled as she had demonstrated in class. Then again, the grotesque murder had showcased not a lack of skill, but an overall lack of power to be dismantled so thoroughly. He could only feel pity for the deceased initiate.

He was not going to be explaining to this party of suspects how Hidesport had managed to take his card as it was rather embarrassing. Every day Koda liked to spend at least an hour training on the obstacle course to better train his balance and tactical awareness. Sadly, it seemed one part of tactical awareness he had not yet mastered was noticing when things slipped from his pocket. The girl had already been watching him in wait and literally just ran up and plucked the card from the ground.

He had been enraged by his sloppy carelessness when he realized what had happened.

A fair distance from the other two, Colt was smoking a cigar. Colt had in fact participated in the 'Assassin' game, but made his own game of it. Instead of surprising folks and ripping names off their person he instead challenged others to a winner-take-all game of cards. Hidesport was his seventh game, and he was certain Hidesport had cheated. Namely because he was cheating himself. The way his last game went however, he couldn't reveal Hidesport's duplicity without also revealing his own. Rather than alert the other six he'd bested Colt kept had decided to accept defeat.

"Smartest girl in the world is just a girl to the claws of a beast, the ax of a brigand, or the fire of a mage." Colt responded to Blake . He notably didn't answer Vittoria Larrainth 's question. She wasn't a Proctor, or an investigator, but a classmate. Why would he?

"The game presents a simple thread to pull, but no one here operates like that. This is a waste of our time." Colt pulled the cigar to his lips. At least he could enjoy a good smoke.

Vittoria Larrainth said:

"It is not anyone of our class, that is for certain. None of us are beasts to shred and tear like that."

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Blake quirked a brow.

"Right..." she muttered. If anyone was likely to do such a thing it would be Larrainth herself. And here she was, a suspect. So...off to a great start.

Of course, the conversation that unfolded afterwards between Larrainth and the Vigilites quickly revealed that wasn't the case after all. In fact, the initiate group was just brought in as...helpers? Alright then. Blake strode through the door and into the room, taking her seat with her legs spread out and her elbows rested on her knees, her face in turn rested in her hands.

"Whatever ya need...or whatever gets us out of here quicker."

Blake glanced sidelong at the two wind mages as they filed in behind her. A funny coincidence, she thought. She and Colt really had to stop meeting like this.

It was nice that Colt thought that of their class, but there were plenty of ways someone could do that to the girl if they got creative. He wouldn't even need magic, just a few knives and enough determination not to get blood on his boots.

As they walked into the room with the Vigilite Vittoria was the first to be bombarded with questions, but the man was quickly talked down. Koda did not understand what the problem was as he was just doing his job. As they walked by, Takoda looked at the man known as Castille and shrugged before adding.

"I was also sleeping if that helps."

Takoda ignored whether that would truly be helpful as he took his own seat and looked over the female Vigilite Dreadlord. She could not have been much older than them.

"Excuse me, but wouldn't it be better to ask those that spent more time with her?"

In the days past a murder at the academy was likely no big deal, perhaps investigated by the Proctors, perhaps the chief suspect was investigated to make sure she wasn’t an absolute lunatic. Such finding were noted and may or may not come up in assignment, depending on what House took them in. Now it was worthy of the Vigilitie’s time? How times had changed. Takoda began with his own whereabouts, Blake offered to help, and Vittoria Larrainth was being incredibly rude not introducing the trio to her friend. From Quinnick’s words he figured Blake was closest to right, and that by the power vested in the Vigilite they had been deputized to help. Maybe he’d even get a little star to where on his vest.

“I’m sorry, Dreadlord Quinnick was it? This has been a bit stressful on folks. Muscles over here is Blake Farand. This is Tak, and I’m Colt Pirian. It seems you already know Vittoria.” He said, giving a gentle jab at the girl. He would give the pair of Dreadlords their time for introductions before continuing.

“As far as timeline, I can place Hidesport at the Old Chapel at about an hour prior to dusk last night.” He had heard the place was used for wild parties back in the day, but he generally used it for cards. “We competed for names, and she got the better of me. This was observed by Initiate Wylls, Bletzin, and Taya. I went to mess hall afterwards and can’t speak for later last night.” If it were just the proctors he would make a joke that Vitt didn’t need to hide things and he could verify her being in her room last night. But this was the Vigilite, and Colt actually cared what they thought about him.

“This is obviously your show, but unless anyone here can place Hidesport later I’d suggest starting with questioning those three.” Colt glanced over at Blake . “You know where Bletzin normally is this time of day?”

"It seems you already know Vittoria."

Livia quirked a brow, then looked to Larrainth. "I actually do not. Although I must commend her for learning names. After all, I already know all your names." In truth, she knew Larrainth by reputation alone.

It was the smart thing to know whom she was speaking with, what made them them. Even without being a Vigilite, it was Livia's magic that lead her to needing to speak to these four especially, only she did not assure Initate Pirian of this.

"I do not need to speak to any one else. I asked for the four of you." She frowned, speaking over the Pirian boy. On the desk, she spread out the slips of parchment with their names written on it. "I do not need to know alibis. Castille here does not believe my magic to be reliable." Quinnick gave his a disapproving look. "Really, he has no use to being here but the Vigilite always work in pairs." Or so he had insisted.

Colt Pirian said:

“You know where Bletzin normally is this time of day?”

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Gray-blue eyes shifted over towards Colt, and she made to answer the question.
"Yeah, she's--"
She was quickly cut off by the young Vigilite, and her gaze quickly slid back to the silver-haired woman.

"Uh...no, I don't think I was first. I think she had a little stack going by the time she got to me," she supposed, trying her best to recall the finer details. There was a lot to potentially remember, most of which was things she never thought she'd need to. "As for how she was acting, she seemed...I dunno, smug? She hopped over the top of the bathroom stall and took my card off me while I was tryin' to piss. Had kind of a wild look in her eye."

Takoda sighed as he was now busy twirling a piece of his hair around his finger in thought. He absentmindedly mumbled, "Sometimes you talk too quickly Vittoria." He didn't disagree with what she said necessarily, but making backhanded digs at a Dreadlord no matter how weak someone may be perceiving them was never a good idea.

He looked up from his own musings when he realized he was the one that the question was directed at.

"I was likely the first, as I like to train in the early afternoon when the sun is high. I didn't speak with her much, but she was pleased, I think she had been following me for a while."

Takoda had only seen the Vigilite a handful of times and in those few times, he had come to a quick decision. He did not like them at all. They were too shifty and roundabout, keeping cards close to the chest without needing to do so.

Colt kept a grin on his face, but was unamused. From the repartee between Quinnick and Larrainth, it seemed that the Vigilite's magic was akin to supernatural deduction. That with the right information everything would simply pop into place. She even knew the four of them were sources of the puzzle pieces. This was incredibly useful, and Colt was glad the Vigilite had such a member among their ranks.

But as an Initiate? Hoping to learn something after something actually lethal happened at the Academy? This was incredibly boring for him. The noble had been at enough cocktail parties as a youth to know how to hide such displeasure. He often did not, as he held no qualms against the Proctors or his classmates, but with the Vigilite it was a skill he was pleased to have. Perhaps one she could bypass, but it was still better than nothing.

"Hidesport acted confident." He said, addressing her question of depth. "I thought she was just trying to bluff and oversell it, but she had a new trick. Not sure what it was, but she didn't wear confidence on her face like that prior to the game." Even if he found the exercise of simply being a witness unsatisfying, he still intended to help.