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[Marisa's not exactly sounding like herself today. In fact, she sounds a little freaked out though her voice is quiet.]

Um... What, uh... What happens when... ah. What happens when drones, um.... die?

[1125 Taylor (action)]

[Anyone passing by 1125 Taylor might notice the front door is half open and there sun reflects off of something thick and red dripping slowly down it.

[OOC WARNING: Marisa is now suffering the Postman's Curse for breaking into the post office. Any characters coming to 1125 Taylor may be subjected to bodily injury should they have physical contact with Marisa. PM me for more details if needed.]

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[Sakuya's out running some household errands when she happens to pass by 1125 Taylor. It's the sight of that red substance dripping down the door that catches her eye - especially since this is the only place in town that's having such a thing happen, at least to her knowledge. She's not squeamish about blood, not in the least, and call it morbid curiosity that compels her to set down her shopping bags in a neat pile on the sidewalk and approach slowly. She doesn't have a knife out just yet, but her right hand hovers over where she keeps them, ready to pull one out at a moment's notice.]

[When Sakuya gets close, she can see that the substance is indeed blood or a very realistic facsimile. There door shows a spray of it across the white paint and the floor has a pool. It's still fairly fresh, though there's no body in sight, but the blood goes into the house.

1. Push the door open more?
2. Leave well enough alone?
3. Call out?]

Edited 2011-07-24 21:07 (UTC)

[The words 'leave well enough alone' are hardly in Sakuya's vocabulary, not right now. Instead, she approaches, touching a bit of that spray - definitely feels and smells like blood to her senses. She calls out - a simple 'Is everything all right?' and pushes the door open a bit, looking around.]

[There's no response to that call, though the pool of blood shows that something had been dragged through it - most likely the body of the one it belonged to. The amount of blood is far too much for someone to have lost and survived.

A bit farther inside is a dark shape laying on the floor, the blood trail leading to it. It's not going to take a genius to figure out what that is, though something seems very off about it. One can't quite put their finger on it right then.]

Hello? Is everyone --

[That's a stupid question. With a blood trail like that, that much of it, there's no way anyone could have survived what caused it. Clearly, things are not okay here. The question, then, is what happened?

She looks around, finally catching the end of the blood trail. She steps up to that dark shape, bending on one knee to inspect it. It's obvious what it is - or should that be a 'who'? The latter isn't something she has the answer to, not yet. Something does seem off, but even Sakuya's sharp eyes can't tell what.]

[Try not to stain your shoes, maid.

The body is indeed dead and, from the looks of it, probably the house's 'mother'. A moment later and that sense of wrong becomes clear - the body is missing it's right arm, twisted off from the looks of the stump.

A quick look around shows the missing limb laying at the edge of the pool of the blood back by the door. it was half-behind the door itself, explaining why it was missed.]

[She's not staining her heels, not in the slightest.

It's a good thing that Sakuya's past has made her used to bloody scenes, so she isn't going to cause a fuss. She narrows her eyes, noting the missing right arm. That's enough to cause the blood loss, particularly if an artery was severed in the process.

She gets to her feet a moment later, catching sight of that missing arm. Part of her wants to dispose of the body as discreetly as possible, but not until she knows why the drone is lying there in a pool of her own blood. As much as they unnerve her, and as much as she has little sympathy from them, she's worried about the culprit and whether they'll switch targets from drones to people.]

Hello? Who's here? I'm not with the police; I'm just - a friend.

[There's silence and then a faint, faint whimper is heard and the slight rattle of a lamp... Over to the left.

When Sakuya looks that way, she'll notice some blood drips in that direction and someone huddled under a small table against the wall.]

[It's the rattle that catches Sakuya's attention first, rather than the lamp. She follows the noise, noting the trail of blood leading to it.

She kneels again once she gets close enough to see that tiny figure.]

Marisa? What happened?

[Her voice is soft, quiet.]

[Her clothes are stained with blood, her face showing drops of it as if hse'd been caught in the spray. In fact, a bit dripped from the brim of her hat as she sat hugging herself just staring forward with a horrified expression.

After a moment, she registers the face she's seeing and swallows.]

I don't know.

Just stay here for now. I'll take her outside, and then we'll get you cleaned up.

[With that, she moves, off to get trash bags and at the very least get the body out of here. This, she can do quickly and - somehow - without getting very much blood on her dress.

She comes back a few minutes later, mop in hand, and takes care of what's on the floor, including where Marisa got sick. One last wash of her hands, and she's kneeling in front of Marisa again.]

Tell me what you remember.

...I was leaving. She wanted me to do something... school reading. laundry. Something/

[She furrows her brow, looking distracted for a moment, before continuing.]

I said no and left. She grabbed my shoulder and I shoved her hand off me. And then... there was blood. Everywhere. On me... she was screaming.

[Getting way too pale again.]

H-her arm...

[Sakuya listens, nodding at the first part. She doesn't go pale or anything at the details, but she's taking all of them in.]

I see. That's not your way or your kind of magic. I'm sure of that. And that means it isn't your fault, Marisa. Let me get you some water, okay?

[She stands, getting the witch a glass of water, and comes back a moment later.]

We still need to figure out why it happened. Has anything else unusual happened over the past few days? Strange deliveries to the house, anyone acting different than usual, anything at all?

I have other magic...

[She doesn't take the water, just stares at it.]

But it's healing magic.

[That gets a raised eyebrow. So far as the maid knew, the witch didn't have healing magic in her usual repertoire.]

...and how did you come by this magic?

It was in a letter I got...

Was the letter delivered here and addressed to you?

[She shakes her head.] There wasn't a name on it.

But was it delivered here, or did you acquire it some other way?

No... I got it with some other stuff while investigating. Me and Rita... I got my hat back.

...where were you investigating?

[There's a sinking feeling in the pit of Sakuya's stomach. She has a feeling she knows, but she's hoping she's wrong.]

[She shrinks down some. She knows she wasn't supposed to go to it - Alice had told her not to - but they hadn't done any exchanges or made any agreements...]

Post office.

[Just what Sakuya had been afraid of.]

...tell me that you didn't know beforehand what that place does normally.

[Not bloody likely. She sighs, extending a hand to the witch.]

You need to go back over there and give back that magic.

I knew not to make deals! I didn't make any and rita said no.

...I just looked around inside. Had a good plan. Was invisible.

[She takes Sakuya's hand and pulls herself out from under the table. Welcome to some nasty abdominal pains, maid.]

[The moment Marisa's out from under the table, Sakuya doubles over in pain. She drops the glass of water she'd still been holding, and it shatters against the floor.]

...you...what?

[If she wasn't too busy feeling like she'd been stabbed in the gut, she'd be chewing you out, witch.]

action; feel free to hit her with something

Action forever!

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