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Eira Winters ❄ Antartica

Eira tapped her fingers on her lap, processing what Judith had said. Then she began to tap faster, glancing around the car that allegedly belonged to Damien. She considered all sorts of things - what she was going to have for dinner, if she could afford to buy that skirt she liked and, more importantly, what the hell she was doing. Going on an impromptu investigation into something way out of her depth with some other high schoolers. One of which had a 'soft and lovable' friend, which probably meant that whoever it was happened to be neither of the two.

She was not nervous. So not nervous that her hand started to reach across the door, fitting neatly into the handle as she seriously began to question her life decisions. After some deliberation, she pressed it and the door opened with a click. Eira spared a glance at her companions as she began to slide out of the vehicle.

"...Maybe not," she said. "Y'know, this kinda thing isn't my style. Tell me if you find anything." She stood up, brushing the skirt of her uniform. "Later." Then she left, without giving either of them a chance to convince her otherwise. After all, shady detective work wasn't what she did. But she was definitely not afraid of skipping classes at all.

With her newfound freedom, she left, intending to just walk back to school and get some work done or whatever was the best method of wasting time. But as she made her way back, she noticed a few people all chatting outside of the parking lot - from who she could see, some of her classmates were in the group. Just ignore them, do not make eye contact. Easy.

As she walked past, she heard one of them (Peter, was it?) speak up. "Sup. Gunna go grab some smash burger, wanna tag along?" Eira stopped, turning to look at the group, before realising in a moment of horror that he was not talking to her in the slightest. She froze, unsure of what to do, listening as the conversation continued slightly. It would be weird now if she just kept on going, right? So she should say something.

"You're... getting burgers," she said slowly. Absolutely nailed it.
Here we go c:

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"I don't suppose there's a list for these things? Ah, if only," Euphemia sighed, taking more of the (not for her) snacks, in a tone that made it difficult to tell whether she was series or not. "At the very least, it shouldn't be too hard to disqualify a few suspects. Do we have those yet? Hmm..." She trailed off in thought, still watching the others carefully, with perhaps more intelligence than she let on. Or maybe she was just very interested in how natural Grain's hair colour was. These sorts of questions - and there were even more that arose as the discussion furthered. She tapped on the armrest quicker.

And there were even more of them! Truly, the murderer was fearsome, but the need for so many people (with quite a few of high status) was definitely interesting. Nevertheless, Euphemia kept her thoughts to herself, continuing with the conversation at hand. "It isn't clear how well a trap would work, but you need not endanger yourself, Miss Grain. I could make a convincing fake... if a bait at all would even work," she said, frowning. "There is something to be said about the precautions these kinds of people take. But leaving a body in an alley isn't very careful, is it?"

She clapped her hands together at the mention of a crime scene, though no noise was made. Euphemia looked much too happy for what Arinne had just said. "What a wonderful idea, Miss Arinne. I'm sure that we will be able to find some more useful information there - after all, seeing something confirms it," she said, a little ironic coming from an illusionist. She was unsure of how exactly she would react to actually seeing the crime scene, though Euphemia was sure that she had seen enough horror films to ensure her lunch stayed where it was supposed to.

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Vanessa watched the conference with feigned disinterest, huffing every so often, but in truth, she listened a little too closely to every word. She was disappointed by the complete lack of helpful information given to assist with her impromptu investigation (which she had just decided to start, whether she actually stuck with it was up for debate). Lilian's family seemed to be in a bit of a state. Understandable, though the awful bit of Vanessa was a little grated by all of the crying. They were doing interviews and taking tips now - which was great, but also indicated that they hadn't really gotten anywhere with the investigation so far.

She was very surprised about the fair. Nothing quite like continuing your potentially dead daughter's event while you struggled to find her. Vanessa could only hope that despite everything that had happened, the atmosphere of the fair wouldn't be too dampened. They were all sad, but they could still enjoy themselves. Lily would probably want it, but Vanessa also wanted it a good deal.

She perked up at the questions section, mentally taking note of the alleged item of clothing that had been found. Opal Lake, the forest near it. That could come in handy for later. However, it was soon cut short before she could ask anything of her own. She didn't catch the exact reason, too lost in her own thoughts to pay enough attention. As everyone began to leave, she stood up too, a little disappointed. Then, she was approached by some old man. She recognised him as the one that had been with Elizabeth earlier, though she didn't know who he was herself.

"University?" Vanessa said, confused. "Oh- oh, right. Absolutely not. I do not go there. Don't plan to either." She watched as he began to walk off, considering his offer. Screw it, she might as well. "Thanks," she muttered, taking one of the business cards with the hotline number as they left. "What's the point of this, anyway? I might look like Lily, but I don't know anything about where she is. What, do you?"
Seth Moore ~ Wonderland


The plan as a whole was interesting. Fake someone's death? Definitely information Seth could keep for later, at the very least. He didn't have anything he needed he didn't already have, so for the ten minutes, he sat there, humming to himself. He wasn't too pleased with being allocated distraction duty. His quirk was neither flashy nor destructive. Still, he went along with it, because it really didn't look like he had much of a choice.

Seth spent a part of the helicopter ride considering his options, and then the other half fearing for his life. Trust a villain to make some bombs in the middle of the air, where it would be certain death if a single mistake were to be made. Then again, the whole villain shtick already came with a pretty high risk. A bit more wouldn't hurt.

Soon enough, him and the shark guy were dropped off at the garage. It was empty - for the time being. If the distraction went well, that would change. Seth walked over to one of the cars parked. It was a nice one. What a shame. He peered in the window. Nothing important either.

"I don't know if you've ever broken into a car before," he said, sounding bored. "But the alarms are pretty easy to set off. Just takes a bit of force." He walked around the car once more, before promptly slamming his hand as hard as he could into the window. He winced a little, mainly due to his sheer lack of strength, though sure enough, the alarm began. God, it was loud. "It's a start. Got any other ideas?"

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Euphemia had been sitting there for some time, and was passing the brink of awkwardness when Arinne walked in. She sighed in relief. Then, she listened along to the conversation as it began, appearing disinterested, but observing her newfound companions all the while. None of them she knew very well, if at all, though that was the case for many people.

"Oh my! How awful," Euphemia said, speaking up for the first time. She sat in her seat, as comfortable as she would be in her own home, making her way through some of Arinne's snacks. The truth was that she had been horrendously early, and didn't have much of a choice apart from getting cosy.

She was still nervous. She hid it the best she could, but the way her feet tapped impatiently against the floor and how her dainty fingers fiddled with the ends of the armrests, and among other things, were telltale signs. "It is a little odd that they have similarities to the original Jack the Ripper though. One would think they were intentional." As if unconcerned, Euphemia inspected her nails, painted a delicate pink. "Perhaps it is coincidental. We shall have to wait and see. I would wonder what those organs are for, however..."

Euphemia trailed off as she leaned over to take another biscuit. "Or what anyone should want with them. Somehow, I do not think they are selling them."

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Working on my CS, just have two questions:
1) Do shrouds have a physical form? As in, can they interact with objects and people? Furthermore, are they visible/not visible to certain people?

2) How exactly does magic work? Not what it is, but the processes needed to use it. I have some idea, but if you could give a more in-depth explanation that would be appreciated.
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