Trial 2.2 | ivey re: timeline, bams, orwell
Ivey sat in her chair, her hand came to rest up upon her lips, eyes glancing off to the side. Her gaze was dull, glazed over… her discomfort and malaise was obvious.
Though, a few things did manage to keep her attention fully on the conversations at hand, and she turned her gaze back to the group.
Firstly, Ana’s stuttering apology to her was met with another flat stare. It lasted for a few seconds before Ivey sighed gently, and tried to flash her a comforting smile. She did not hold anything against her, not in the slighest. She was on Ivey’s good list.
(And yet… was a simple stare and rebuttal from herself all that intimidating? Was she all that intimidating? What had she done to earn this reputation? It caused her to feel all the more unsettled.)
The hero theory talk… now that just got a blank stare from Ivey. She opened her mouth like she was going to speak, before she held back, her brow furrowing.
When she finally did speak again, it was regarding the mirror house.
“How strange… to have alcohol like that on hand and only take advantage of it under the pretense that Mr. de Tormes might go into a confined area. No, the whole thing feels much more planned than that. Almost as if they were purposefully baiting him into an area through some means.”
She cleared her throat a bit, grunting after she did.
“Everything about this feels planned, despite the overall destruction. The axe to the tree at the party, the meeting at an isolated location, the assumed utilization of fire… surely, if they were to overtake someone so powerful, the killer would need to be prepared, would they not?”
She reached up, tapping at her cheek.
“The lightning… well, I do not have an answer for that one. But I never claimed to be a detective!
She smiled weakly, then turning her attention to the sweat nymph previous known as Orwell.
“Ah, Mr. Orwell… please do be careful not to poke the bear too much. I am too far away and much too hungover to defend you, hoho!”
A light tease. She tilted her head to Maverick, her gaze turning a bit more… tired.
“I also think Maverick being in the woods is rather circumstantial ‘evidence’, and perhaps not worth the time or energy to discuss. After all, if the tree was cut down during the party, surely one of us would have hear it? Which means… the infamous lumberjack could very well be anyone, unfortunately!”











