1st victim

[stagemanagers]

[The performers have been in the opera house for nearly two weeks now. Overall, despite the captivity, the experience has been a mellow one even with the introduction of the motive. Peaceful almost.

It's 7 am Friday morning. As everyone starts to putter out of their dressing rooms and begin the day, something feels different. A certain heaviness in the air, a sense of dread...oh, and then there's the metallic smell of blood coming from the hallway.

Investigate?]

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[solomonjihad]

[She abruptly stops, and...starts chuckling.]

Heh. Heh.

I'll take it from here.

[dechagny]

[D a f u q]

Miss...Astarte...?

[solomonjihad]

[With a flourish, she stands up, staring at what's before her.]

It appears that the kitten
cannot handle a tiger's hunt.

[She turns to Raoul, a very un-Astarte-like smirk on her face.]

If that's what you wish to call me for now, very well. Viscount.

[dechagny]

[...He knew he was concerned about you for good reason but. Okay. He can't...he doesn't know if he can deal with a sudden personality switch right now when BREAD DAD IS BREAD DEAD.]

...Er...right...of course...

[solomonjihad]

[Sorry Raoul that's just how they roll]

Now, I believe we have a death to investigate?

[Not that she sounds particularly sad]

[dechagny]

I-I don't believe we have much of a choice but to investigate...

[solomonjihad]

[At this, she chuckles. What, you've never seen a dead body, Raoul?]

So, shall I go first, then?

[dechagny]

[Yes Not yet.]

Ah, by...by all means, if you...wish to...

[What is this frightening personality of hers will Astarte ever make sense to him]

[solomonjihad]

[Sorry bro say hello to Asshole Dickshit!!]