Sakiko sighed, seeing the two that she's been glaring at were beyond uninteresting. She stood up, taking her eyes off the sickening corpses. Ignoring any other visitors there, she began to make her way through the halls. She wanted to see if there were any other rooms in the house, and if the doors were open. Walking away from the main room, she felt a shiver through her back. She wasn't exactly afraidbut more like doubtful. She had no idea what laid beyond the main murder sight. Who knew? Maybe the murderer could be hiding here somewhere....

The mage rubbed her chin thoughtfully, ready to fire off any spells, just in case...

Sakiko shivered once again, taking her eyes off the bloody windows.

Ooc: Tempest stew for dinner?... yum... lol jk, jk.

Dmetri just sighed and went downstairs and walked up to the corses and looked at the bodies. Of coarse! why hasn't he have thought of it before! He tried to pull the swords and daggers out of the victims and srtuggled for a while, but finally tooked it out and raised it in the air in triumph. He did the same to the rest(and threw up a number of times) and so he gathered evidence.

He ran up the stiars, or should he actually staggered from the weight of the bloody load he held on his arms and hands, and reached the top. He quietly laid them down on the floor and announced,"Our first pieces of evidence, as it could be enough to prove our friend Sovelis innocent. Look! the fingerprints are there so all we must do is match them up."

Ooc: Deku, fingerprints do show up even if you're wearing gloves. I would know this, because I study forensic science.

And what's up with the convince-o-meter, please?

IC: Sakiko whipped around, seeing a small Deku savagely pulling out the weapons from the corpses. Her eyes widened, disgusted. Shaking her head, the mage got back into studying the evidence. She wanted to check the broken glass on the ground to determine in which way the murderer was moving. The mage bit her lips, checking for any unusual signs of blood spatters or footprints anywhere.

Ooc: I neeeeddd eevviiiddeeennnceeee!!!!!

OoC: how much of his arm did you rip off Kasei? below or past the elbow?

IC:
Sovelis stared at Kasei, a blank expresion on his face. "I can't prove anything. Even If I tell you, you'll just assume that I did it anyways..." he reached up and grabbed at the Rebel Flame's wrist, just at the spot where the bones touched each other. He applied all of his strength into his hand and twisted in an attempt to break free. "Not even If I was to bring all of the other Dark General's heads to you on a silver platter would you forgive me any at all. Is it that hard to believe that I had no hand in these murders?"

The Tempest looked at his ruined left arm now, his face frowning at the torn metal and the ripped wires. "That was my last one... Now I'll have to rebuild it once again..."

OOC: Right at the elbow, I think. *Checks* Yeah, that's deffinately an elbow.

Also, Deku, that was easily the most horrible thing that can be done at a murder scene; damaging the bodies.

IC: Kasei barely noticed Sakiko leave the roof. As the mage descended to the 1st floor, she was able to get quite a heading on the house; it was 2 floors, three counting the roof. Each floor had four rooms, a hallway, and a spiral staircase leading upwards. In order to know what plagued each individual room, Sakiko would have to see them herself.

Dmitri was not so fortunate in finding evidence. Just as he was in the middle of mauling the first corpse, his hands were handcuffed behind his back by a Hylian Knight. "Hey, you! Show some respect for the dead!" The soldier said angrily, tossing the little deku out of the room violently. Thus; no evidence.

Sakiko, however, was a bit more fruitifull. The glass on the floor seems to have come from a bunch of broken pictures. The blood, however, did not. It seemed to trail out of the room, in large globs, but didn't end on any suspect. Perhaps the murderer was injured?

Kasei released Sovelis when his arm was twisted, but not in pain, just for the heck of it; Kasei was still glaring. "Even if you had lost your memories and I had lost mine, we would still be enemies. There is nothing you can do to make yourself innocent." The Rebel Flame declared. "In fact, if the rest of the seven were here, you would be dead."

"But there are only six of the seven left. Isn't that right, Kasei? Gobi killed Xanatos at the battle of Rauru before I could fight him... He ripped the man's heart out without even giving him a chance to fight back." Sovelis let go of the Rebel Flame's wrist and stepped away from the edge of the roof. "Even I have honor left. At the temple, I gave them a choice before I acted. Against you and all of the others, I always fight someone with some sort of weapon in their hand or some spell in their mind. Killing this family would have served me no purpose. Dead informants do not have any value."

Sovelis smiled from behind the scarf on his face. "Why not have that Necromancer revive those people? Ask them who or what killed then last night. A spiritual medium could call there souls to this plan just as well and ask them. Why ask someone who knows nothing when you should ask the victims how they died?"

Xeon smiled plesantly at Sovelis, flashing his sharp teeth at the Tempest. The corners of his lips were slightly tugged down as he shook his head,

"Oh, that would be an ideal situation, indeed. But contrary to common belief, Necromancers only posess the corpse using their power as a subsitute for a soul, you see. I do believe that these corpses are as empty as shells. There's nothing left in them but rotting organs."

He chuckled, as if that was the best joke he had ever made.

"That knowledge is already known, Sovelis. However, do you really think Xanatos would simply die withought leaving a succesor? We are the servants of the gods, Sovelis. Our masters choose our ranks. Already, Xanatos is replaced." Kasei retorted, stepping closer. "And I can tell you truthfully; in wake of this war, I have killed my emotions completely. I will show you no mercy in battle." He said, then listened to Xokorn. "That is correct. Corpses have no hearts, just look at the ReDead. And as far as I know, there exists no spirit medium in Hyrule anymore."

"Well... I'd do it myself, but I doubt that you would believe anything that they would say, just because I summoned them..." Sovelis murmered, looking at his feet. Suddenly, something in his mind clicked. He looked right into Kasei's face, as if understanding something he hadn't before. The Tempest grabbed Kasei's shirt, and pulled him close. "You. What is your true name?" Sovelis asked, his eyes locked into the Rebel Flames'.

Could he be....

Kasei started to move back when he was grabbed, he looked down at Sovelis, eyeing the tempest. "You. I see you did your homework. Or . . . maybe it's your shared memories. Still, I guess you knew from the start? Or maybe this was when it finally came to mind? Well, then, my name, orriginally, was __________." Kasei said, finishing his sentance in an incomprehensible language. Other than Sovelis, anyone on the rooftop would hear naught but a high pitch ringing. Sovelis heard one word:

Gleamnorig

"Now that you know this, I assume you must then know the language? One used by the gods before this world was constructed. The native language of a world the Tempests had once lived on." Kasei said. "well, Tempest? Care to try and steal this name?"

Rhyss had begun to wander other parts of the house. He jumped as Kobas leaped out of the shadows to startle him.

"Please don't do that. And it's not safe to be here, you know? That Kasei is here, and the Necromancer... and Arrika's little friend."

"You need to liven up a bit, Rhyss. Now, what do we have here?" Kobas and Rhyss had made their way to the second floor of the house and the rogue opened the first door and began to look around the room. "Well, isn't the Necromancer on our side?"

"He still gives me the creeps. You know I never really liked Necromancy all that much."

"Yes, of course... wind is your element. Otherwise Hiyagi would be a demon dog made out of strips of rotting flesh and shadows, am I right?" Kobas continued conversationally as he glanced around the room for anything interesting.

"Hnnnn...."

Sakiko knelt on the ground, her eyes narrowed. She gazed at the trail of blood, trying to follow its path to any of the dead victims. When she saw that it did not, the mage stood up quickly, her mind racing. Gathering her robe in around her, she began to follow the trail of blood, wondering where it led to.

OOC: This is turning into CSI: Hyrule.

IC: The first thing on today's agenda is the room Rhyss and Kobas have found themselves in; it was completely ransacked. The desks and chairs were destroyed, countless articles of clothes littered the floor, as well as food. This must've been the dining room; silverware was everywhere.

As for Sakiko; her following of the blood trail led her to a slightly more . . . interesting descovery; the room across the hall from Rhyss and Kobas; one practicaly painted with blood. The furniture and books seemed to be a nice crimson. In the middle of the room lies something the knights investigating it seem to have overlooked; a hand, one loosely grasping a bloody dagger. If you looked at it, it was obvious that it was not the victims; all of their body parts were accounted for, even if they were spread throughout the living room. This might be an important find.

Sakiko immediately put a hand to her mouth, disgusted beyond words. And the room smelled too, of the strong smell of iron, the cutting scent of drying blood - or perhaps, that was her imagination. She felt an acidic taste rising in the back of her throat, but she ignored it. It was all very disgusting, of course, but it had to be dealt with.

The pale girl grimaced at the sight of the hand, wondering if that was where the blood that she had been following originated from - the person's hand. She hovered over it hesitently, wondering what she should do with it. Notify the guards? Examine it herself? After a few more minutes of pacing back and forth, the mage carefully bent over, studying the hand meticulously for any tell tale signs of the owner. And if there was nothing, she decided to notify the guards, or perhaps even Kasei himself.

"A thief, looking for something, maybe? He seemed rushed..." Rhyss commented as he stooped and picked up a fork, twiddling it between his fingers.

"A thief?" Kobas scoffed. "No thief would leave a mess like this. No, it's just the further blunderings of the murderer..." The rogue casually picked up a cracked, ornate plate, scratching at the gold designs embedded in it. With a sigh he dropped it in a way so it wouldn't shatter, only landing with a soft thump.

"What did they want, then...?" Rhyss trailed off. Kobas drifted away from him and towards the door. A strange, yet familiar stench had filled the air and his heightened senses had him picking up on it easily. The rogue cracked open the door silently, gazing across the hall. The door across was open and splatters of red could be seen, even from Kobas's limited point of view.

"Rhyss," he murmured but the mage ignored him, still searching the room for some kind of clue. "Shadowmeld..." Kobas murmured, thankful again that he was half Sheikah and had inherited a few traits. Invisible he crept in after Sakiko, sidling silently along the wall and scrutinizing the hand on the ground.