Just in time for a little relief the public officials arrived. Mothman informed the head of the group of what he knew. The main detective Charles Ram moved to the center of the room to examine the spatter. Ram had been about to leave for home when the young man ran into the building. Ram was a detective of 43 years and was to retire the following year. He had seen his share of just about everything this occupation could offer. The local doctor Jeremy Fisher had arrived with Ram and began examining every one for an injury under Rams orders. If someone needed medical attention then he could see to them. Last time something like this happened the breaker was tripped and someone who was afraid of the dark broke his wine glass resulting in a nasty cut and embarrassment, which is why he was so quiet even after the public officials had gotten there. Ram was hoping this was another incident like such so he could return to his wife. While Ram was inspecting the blood for amount and directional
patterns, Dea approached him and asked if this could have been done by a werewolf. The blood stayed within three feet of the main mess, there was no way this could have been a werewolf without even a small trail of blood leaving the main scene. In Ram’s opinion it would be an extremely helpful to have a werewolf addition to the force.
Tempopo found Mothman’s kitchen and forced the chef to allow her to cook a meal for the guests. She thought of poisoning Dea’s dish as an evil prank, but remembering there was a police detective in the building she thought better of it that she not. After a little more thought she added pewnweed into the soup, a small delicacy from her home that can be found near the top of Mt. Sheen. Ram began with questioning the people who had stood closest to the center of the room. Lady Gamble tried to be helpful, but she ended up filling Rams ears with a mega load of falsities. She claimed that she had seen Dea next to the painting when the lights had gone out, but when Ram had asked if she saw a weapon she replied with “I didn’t see anything, it was dark!” She proved to be the least intelligent person in the room. Dea also attempted to sound smart his method was to answer all of Ram’s questions with more questions that where extremely irrelevant. This was going to be a long and irritating night for the sane people.
Doctor Fisher’s examination concluded that every one that he talked to had not so much as a scratch anywhere. The people grouped up in herds like sheep in areas they felt safer in. Fisher examined the blood; it had pulled to the east away from the painting and clotted, almost dry already. This was an obvious sign that the blood had been there for about eight hours for so much blood although; he had been
summoned not three ago. The building was sinking into the lake; this is the gravity that pulled the blood. Shifibaku who wished not to get any more involved noticed Mow asking lady Sabriela if they could go home now, and the sad look on her face as Sabriela told her “We have to stay until the detective says it’s safe to go home.” She got herself a glass of fruit juice and wandered off to bug Tempopo for food. Shifibaku decided to speed up the investigation in his own way. He moved through the crowds and took up a sample of the blood on the edge of his handkerchief. Sabriela who was board had followed Shifibaku who seemed to her that he would be a good friend. When Shifibaku realized she was behind him he turned and looked up at her. She was casually standing over him with her hands behind her back; her smile seemed too devious for such a refined lady. “What’chya doing?” she said both childlike and barely moving her smile. Then she started to look at the bottom of her shoes. Nothing seemed wrong with them to him, and then she said “I didn’t step in it.” Then as Shifibaku looked down he saw a half footprint, and the blood was pulled from the edges inward towards the soul as if the person whose feet happened to make the mark was there as the blood was spilt. As he examined the print he noticed a smaller smudge a few feet away from the main blood spatter.
With nothing coming to mind I have written the obstacles side into the story, this leaves no room for questions. I like the stories that have different points of view throughout the story and who says the problems cannot be explained. This is what happened from another point of perspective.
While all this was happening from the beginning of the night other things had been set into motion and sending everyone in to confusion. The violinist had a plan to open the Mothman vault and help himself to the riches kept their. Mean while lord Gamble thought it would scare his wife away from pricy events if it seemed as if a murderer set her as a mark. During the violinist’s diversion he cut himself and made a big mess on purpose. He was going to put a little on lady Gamble as well but she had moved when the lights went out. He then put his hand in his pocket this stopped any blood from trailing as he changed in the bathroom and took to hiding in the master bedroom. His cut arm wrapped a little too tight. The violinist made his diversion and got to work during the solo, he felt clumsy while moving around the library in the dark. Under Mothman’s desk he found the vault and lit a single light. This was a small candle just enough to see what he was doing. Mothman’s vault was easy enough to get in to, but as he was leaving a big uproar was made in the main hall, for some reason they didn’t think it was a power outage. The violinist grabbed all that he could see and took to hiding behind the bookcase. This seemed a bit childish but it was the only thing big enough to hide this full grown man. As he waited for the commotion to settle he counted and organized his new found loot into separate bags and tied them to the back of his belt.
After a few hours he assumed the problem down stairs was gone seeing that no one came to check the study for an intruder. He was climbing out the window when he saw the detective’s carriage on arrival. Quickly he maneuvered to the roof just in time for the guards to double in number. With the count now he knew he couldn’t just sneak off and leave in the getaway horse and cart. Lord Gamble had stopped
the bleeding with a high quality healing save he had purchased for this very type of situation. With his clean change of clothes hi could slip back into the panicking crowd and be of none suspicion. He was about to return when he heard a noise in the near room, maybe the bathroom or study, his instincts said to keep hidden for if he was found in this room he may be suspected of theft.
