11-13-2005, 09:54 PM
"Hey, check this out," Turning to his new acquaintance, the hybrid read through the small note he held.
"Old couple? Brim's quiet the swinger." He crossed the room, footprints painted in the blood of another staining the ground where he stepped. There was evidence of resistance that might have ensued the producer's arrival though it was considerably hard to recognize at first glace... a chip in the floorboards, a slight tear at the corner of a low wooden table, all of it looking as though the pair's deaths had been quick and easy. It didn't seem right. "Why would he worry about a two old senior citizens?"
The absence of a motive was very appalling in a sense that it was needless slaughter, yet what increased the list on the questionnaire was the all around idea of a place like this being here.
"No clue." Replied the android.
"Hm." Goten struck out, venturing into the other rooms available. It seemed that the cabin had been made up of four separate rooms at the time of occupancy. A bedroom in the far right corner that led into the front room through a single door which, for reasons unknown, lacked the door itself. The kitchen resided to the far left with a single hallway running down the center of the house itself that touched every room in one way or another. Finally in the rear resided a restroom that took up space in the back enough to hold the basic essentials of any modern day facilities... along with frozen water pipes.
As fashion dictates, dead people don't need food, and so Goten took the heavy task of divvying out the stock in the kitchen among both him and himself. Wide with a redwood deck, the bit of sun filtered through glass windows to fill the room with a gentle glow as the light bounded off the crystallized water outside. Splendor wasn't edible, so with a turn and a swing of his hands, the teenager uncovered the pantry's delectable only to find one of the couple hung from the ceiling of the small room. It wasn't like the boy hadn't seen anything dead before so it wasn't really that much of a problem to unhook the man.
"You don't belong here," The Saiya-jin muttered to the corpse as he sliced the noose around its neck, lifting the body out to toss it over into the front room which the blood pooled. "My..." he glanced into the shelves and read a label. "Raw... Oysters? Meh..."
Without a moment's hesitation the halfling had begun tossing the useless and devouring the delicious, which mostly pertained to canned fruit and various sorts of Spam. Throughout the mix he had tossed a can over his shoulder high enough to hit something upon the stove across the way, causing the heated substance inside to spill onto the ground. Rushing across the ground to lap against the heel of his boot which was enough to divert the boy's attention from his feast to the steaming water on the ground...
The Saiya-jin's eyes scanned the small streams of warm air lifting off the ground slowly into the air with an unbroken concentration... a surface that could raise the temperature of liquid, but what comes up must come down. Whatever had been warm had to have a low point which the cold would envelope it. Plus it would take time to do that.
Goten moved back from his dinning and into the front room with a little kick in his step, examining the blood upon the floor a moment before kneeling down with two fingers pressed into it... slight bit of warmth. Couldn't have left the body more then an hour or so ago. Without looking up, the hybrid called out to the android of the house.
"Can you catch how long ago those mountain people left?" He inquired.
"Why?" Somewhere in the cabin came Hellfighter's voice.
"He said he took care of the couple here, plus he knew those people living in the mountains left, blood's still warm so we might be closer then we think to him... savvy?" Silence, guessing the android to be contemplating this. "Anyway, we're on the mountain, maybe we can see those villagers from here."
Not all felt right though. Why would Brim personally suggest heading down into the depths of the mountain? Especially after they all had left for some reason? It didn't add up right for one reason or another. Either way they had somewhat of a lead as to where the producer had gone, which meant it was all the closer to ending this game...
Quote:To the players of my game,
You did well to find me here. You're fortunate that you arrived after I took care of the old couple who lived up here. Unfortunately, I had to leave to take care of some business.
Still want to find me? Well, I can't tell you that. But I can tell you this. The people under the mountains have left. There are still some down there. I bet they can help you out. Go to the caves.
Brim
"Old couple? Brim's quiet the swinger." He crossed the room, footprints painted in the blood of another staining the ground where he stepped. There was evidence of resistance that might have ensued the producer's arrival though it was considerably hard to recognize at first glace... a chip in the floorboards, a slight tear at the corner of a low wooden table, all of it looking as though the pair's deaths had been quick and easy. It didn't seem right. "Why would he worry about a two old senior citizens?"
The absence of a motive was very appalling in a sense that it was needless slaughter, yet what increased the list on the questionnaire was the all around idea of a place like this being here.
"No clue." Replied the android.
"Hm." Goten struck out, venturing into the other rooms available. It seemed that the cabin had been made up of four separate rooms at the time of occupancy. A bedroom in the far right corner that led into the front room through a single door which, for reasons unknown, lacked the door itself. The kitchen resided to the far left with a single hallway running down the center of the house itself that touched every room in one way or another. Finally in the rear resided a restroom that took up space in the back enough to hold the basic essentials of any modern day facilities... along with frozen water pipes.
As fashion dictates, dead people don't need food, and so Goten took the heavy task of divvying out the stock in the kitchen among both him and himself. Wide with a redwood deck, the bit of sun filtered through glass windows to fill the room with a gentle glow as the light bounded off the crystallized water outside. Splendor wasn't edible, so with a turn and a swing of his hands, the teenager uncovered the pantry's delectable only to find one of the couple hung from the ceiling of the small room. It wasn't like the boy hadn't seen anything dead before so it wasn't really that much of a problem to unhook the man.
"You don't belong here," The Saiya-jin muttered to the corpse as he sliced the noose around its neck, lifting the body out to toss it over into the front room which the blood pooled. "My..." he glanced into the shelves and read a label. "Raw... Oysters? Meh..."
Without a moment's hesitation the halfling had begun tossing the useless and devouring the delicious, which mostly pertained to canned fruit and various sorts of Spam. Throughout the mix he had tossed a can over his shoulder high enough to hit something upon the stove across the way, causing the heated substance inside to spill onto the ground. Rushing across the ground to lap against the heel of his boot which was enough to divert the boy's attention from his feast to the steaming water on the ground...
The Saiya-jin's eyes scanned the small streams of warm air lifting off the ground slowly into the air with an unbroken concentration... a surface that could raise the temperature of liquid, but what comes up must come down. Whatever had been warm had to have a low point which the cold would envelope it. Plus it would take time to do that.
Goten moved back from his dinning and into the front room with a little kick in his step, examining the blood upon the floor a moment before kneeling down with two fingers pressed into it... slight bit of warmth. Couldn't have left the body more then an hour or so ago. Without looking up, the hybrid called out to the android of the house.
"Can you catch how long ago those mountain people left?" He inquired.
"Why?" Somewhere in the cabin came Hellfighter's voice.
"He said he took care of the couple here, plus he knew those people living in the mountains left, blood's still warm so we might be closer then we think to him... savvy?" Silence, guessing the android to be contemplating this. "Anyway, we're on the mountain, maybe we can see those villagers from here."
Not all felt right though. Why would Brim personally suggest heading down into the depths of the mountain? Especially after they all had left for some reason? It didn't add up right for one reason or another. Either way they had somewhat of a lead as to where the producer had gone, which meant it was all the closer to ending this game...