Zvarri!

Luke Atmey for Ace Villains Whodunnit!

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hello is anyone there

how is life??

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Greetings??

[shellydekillerr]

Goodbye, dear guests

It was a pleasure waiting on you all. But now it is time to close the chapter of this book…

You will be missed,

- your humble butler

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In Memory

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// TvT thank you, Ema and Will for such a wonderful game! And to Alita for being such an inspiration

And to eveeyone else for joining in and aaaaaaaahhhh!!

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Investigation Start

“So, what’s with this?” Alita asked as she entered the music room. The rest of the house guests looked up as Lana gestured her to a seat. She eyed it for a moment before sitting down, relatively sure it wasn’t an obscure trap. You really never knew in this house.

“I wanted all of us to have a chance to talk without Shelly overhearing, and this room is soundproofed,” Lana said, taking her own seat on the piano bench. Her voice was even, but the way she continually had to stop herself from biting her thumbnail betrayed her inner anxiety. Everyone else seemed to be on edge as well- there was a feast of nervous tics to behold, from Redd fiddling with his rings, to Daryan’s constant finger tapping on the tabletop, to Mimi wringing the fabric of her hat. Alita took this all in with a deliberately careless glance.

The one exception to this was their resident ace detective. “Just so you know, Miss Skye, telling everyone in the house to secretly meet you in a soundproof room is quite the suspicious behavior,” Luke said loftily, lacing his fingers together as he squinted at Lana through his monocle. “Even if I didn’t have the utmost certainty of my continued survival in the coming days, I would like to question your motives for calling us here.”

Lana took a second out of being nervous to frown at Luke, clearly annoyed. Alita rolled her eyes at his antics. Seriously, you win one case and you think you’re such a hotshot.

“As I said, I just wanted us to talk about some things without Shelly’s interference,” Lana replied. “He’s been rather… unhinged after the last case, and it makes me worried about how this game is going to proceed.”

“Well it makes sense that he’s pissed, the killer did try to blow him up,” Daryan said. “Even if they weren’t targeting him, we all know how obsessed with honor he is. The fact that they went behind his back at all would probably get him fuming.”

Mimi huffed. “The killer obviously don’t give a shit about collateral damage anymore. I wasn’t even supposed to be on the chopping block last round, but I still got a bomb to the face. Like geez, these face masks are on low supply!”

“Mr. de Killer does seem to be infuroriated by the killer’s actions as of late,” Redd mused. “I wonder if their partnership will survive- perhaps it’s a chance to get out of this mess!”

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Investigation Start

“Good morning, the world says, like, hello!” Mimi chirps brightly. In her mirror, a happy-go-lucky smile popped on her reflected face like it was second nature.

She had made it using a piece of glass from the master bedroom, claiming that the lack of space in the house’s bathrooms were, like, messing up her vibes. Shelly allowed her to have it, but not before rounding the corners to make it as safe as possible. In Mimi’s opinion, his efforts seemed pretty pointless. If anyone wanted a weapon, a simple piece of wood would do, or a spoke from one of the abandoned tents laying in the courtyard. Hell, the last murder was done with a piece of meat- was he planning on tossing all of that out too?

“God, this is soo boring. I am so sick of this house and everyone in here!” she whines, idly wondering who was listening and snooping around the upstairs. This was a performance after all, and Mimi prided herself on her acting skills. She doubted there was anyone in the house that really believed she was a threat- except the killer, of course. Whoever they were, they weren’t afraid of putting themselves into compromising situations. It seemed that they were always one step ahead of the game, no matter how much the others tried to anticipate their movements.

It all stressed her the hell out and reminded her of her breakdown before the whole incident that got her sent to court and then to jail. What a pain!

Sticking out here was the worst. If you were too nosy you’d be called out like Daryan. If you were good at winning games people would side eye you, like with Alita. Too mouthy and no one would ever take you seriously, like that pompous Redd. She could go on forever about Dee’s faux-careless attitude, or Lana’s annoying hovering or Luke’s radical thought process, but she just didn’t care!

It was too early to think.

All the deaths were starting to run together in her head. With people like Morgan and Yanni, at least they’d been around long enough to make a slight impression. Did anyone even remember that Furio guy? Or Cammy, who had a surprisingly well-stocked stash of fruity face masks? Or that ugly lawyer who was playing hangman all on his own? Who even knew.

With Matt’s death, Mimi was at least now officially the most spacey one here. Like hell she would let anyone steal her handcrafted personality. It was her thing, okay? Or maybe Ini’s thing, but she had been her sister so long that she had sort of forgotten who she was in the grand scheme of things. Was the occasional bitchiness her thing too, or was it Mimi’s?

Oh well, it didn’t matter anyway.

“Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey,” she mumbles under her breath, deciding to go with that one today. It was already a little past 11 AM when she had ventured out of her room.

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Investigation Start

After last night’s tense finale, Luke went to bed with a skip in his step. Twice now the mystery killer had placed him on the precipice of death, and twice now he had escaped their murderous grasp! Truly, no words could describe the sweet rest borne of a good night’s sleep. But if there was one thing Luke didn’t expect to encounter when he awoke from his slumber… it was the common cold.

“Are you kidding me?” Alita whined, voice nasally and muffled from her position on the Parlor couch. “It’s bad enough that we’re stuck here, but now half of us are sick too?”

Across the room by the Courtyard doors, Dee coughed as she stubbornly continued to take drags of her cigarette. Mimi scrunches her nose at both of them and adjusts her face mask. Luke wonders if she’s been digging through Morgan’s old things as well.

“It must be because of the rain lately,” Lana murmurs, looking flushed. “It even got to Shelly…”

Their aforementioned butler sniffs, blowing his nose delicately into a handkerchief. “It would be unwise for me to prepare any more meals for the group, as that would increase the chance of my infection spreading. But I would be happy to give supervise-”

“Yeah, whatever man,” Daryan says, rolling his eyes. “We’re all big kids, we can cook our own shit just fine.” Matt and Redd seem less than enthused by this prospect, and Luke resists the urge to groan aloud. A former roadie, a washed-up children’s show actor, and a pampered CEO preparing their meals was an unappetizing prospect, to say the least.

“You don’t have to look so constipated, Atmey, it’s not like we’re going to poison you guys,” Matt says. “I mean, if it were possible then Shelly would have already done it, right?”

Shelly smiles, and the bags under his eyes do nothing to soften the malice he aims Matt’s way. “I assure you, it is my utmost priority to keep you all healthy and living- until my client decides otherwise.”

“Sure, sure,” Matt says, waving a hand casually. Luke can’t help but be startled by this sharp change in attitude from last night. Perhaps, like Dee, Matt had decided to face his prospective death with dignity. Or maybe Shelly simply wasn’t as fearful in comparison. Who could say, really?

“Dibs on the rest of the pancake mix,” Mimi suddenly says before running out of the room towards the Kitchen. Redd yelps and quickly follows, moving more nimbly than Luke thought a man of his stature could achieve. Between the four remaining healthy members of the household, a decent breakfast was cobbled together. Even when the meal was over the camaraderie seemed to remain, as a few people even worked together to wash the dishes and clear the table. The bubble of peace, however fragile, was appreciated.

But when lunch time came around, things quickly fell apart.

“Hey, has anyone seen Matt?” Daryan asks the inhabitants of the Parlor, looking irritated. “He said he was going to help me prep lunch.”

“I thought I saw him a few minutes ago,” Lana says. “Was he not in the kitchen?”

Daryan shakes his head. “I haven’t checked yet, he said he was going to his room after clean up.”

“Well if he’s not there he’s probably already waiting for you, dumbass,” Mimi snorts.

“You really wanna say that to the guy making your meals?” he snaps back.

“Oh my god, all of you just shut up or leave,” Alita groans. Daryan huffs a little and turns on his heel. Luke, feeling a sense of dread creep up, quickly shuffles after him.

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Riddle 4

It is time for the riddle, you think as Shelly leads you into the confessional space of the upstairs office, making it a show of unlocking the touchpad lock and granting you entrance. You’ve come to learn that of all the places in this hellish mansion, the office is most likely your least favorite of locations. It is here when the brutality of this game starts to finally dawn on you as you are forced to sit across from the desk and are greeted with Shelly’s infamous radio device.

The moment you are alone, the device sparks to life.

“Well hasn’t today been a change of pace.” The device screeches, and you realize with horror that this is an actual voice, not just some recording.

As soon as you open your mouth to shout something on reflex, the overlaying of a dozen different voices cuts yours off directly. “Now, now, just because you’re able to speak does not mean you should. That will come with a penalty after all. Best you sit back and listen, you can do that right? For your sake, you better hope so. This riddle will be a little different, and yet, just as fitting as the case that has been handed to you.”

You grit your teeth and try to compose yourself.

“For this activity, I will provide 6 statements. If you would like me to provide more information, state ‘PRESS’ and the statement number. If you would like to present evidence that might contradict my statement, state ‘PRESENT’, the statement number, as well as whatever piece of evidence you think contradicts it. You may also present evidence against information gained from pressing a statement. There will not be a traditional victor for this riddle challenge, but if you manage to impress me… well, you may be rewarded.”

There’s the brief sound of static as something akin to a laugh passes through the device.

“Now… court is in session.”

Witness Testimony: “How I killed two birds with one stone.”

Statement 1: This murder was conspired as soon as the rain had started to fall, the noise a perfect filter to keep my murderous plot hidden from the rest of you. Seeing how the hour was late, it had been easy to plan a meeting with Yanni in the Master Bedroom. He trusted me, and met me there with little coaxing. The room itself lay untouched, and was simple in design. There was nothing to imply the room had been entered in the past.

Statement 2: I killed Yanni first by surprising him. Seeing how the lights could not be turned on, he never expected me to greet him by simply slitting his throat. They were shocked at my attack and tried to flee, but I easily overpowered him. Yanni lost blood quickly, and I was amused at his lack of struggle. Returning the weapon to where I found it, I didn’t touch anything else in that room. With Yanni dead, I left the bedroom and approached my next target.

Statement 3: Pretending to call for help had been a quick decision of mine. Seeing how I wanted Morgan to follow me specifically, I made a beeline to her sleeping area and never entered any other room, only staying in the hallway. Showing Morgan the blood on my hands, I told her about hearing noises in the Master Bedroom and how I had not entered in fear of finding the killer. I lied as I told Morgan that Yanni was still breathing. I don’t think Morgan would have followed me to the Master Bedroom otherwise.

Statement 4: Once we had both entered the Master Bedroom, I showed the body to Morgan, stating that the killer could be any of the others sleeping in their room at this very moment. Unfortunately, Yanni was already deceased. Morgan seemed to be skeptical, but I made it a point to gesture towards the spotless veranda doors and motioned how the curtains had been drawn open, meaning the killer could have seen Yanni from the first floor and planned to kill him in secrecy. Once Morgan was close to the veranda doors, which I had unlocked in advance, I couldn’t help but grin at how easily Morgan had fallen into my trap. Amusingly enough, not a single drop of her blood had been spilled until her demise.

Statement 5: Pushing Morgan to her death was the easiest of efforts. She hardly was able to put up a fight- she wasn’t expecting my strength as I shoved her over the veranda balcony. Her death was a slow and gritty one. I can’t imagine being pierced through the chest could be an enjoyable endeavour, but I wasn’t phased by such details. I was lucky the fountain below had been jagged and sharp enough to kill Morgan, and that I didn’t need to enter the courtyard to confirm her death.

Statement 6: With both Yanni and Morgan deceased, I returned the murder weapon I had used and washed my hands in the communal bathroom on the first floor. That way, if anyone spotted me, I could lie and state I had been asleep and had only woke to relieve myself. Fortunately, I was not seen by any of you, and had returned to my room until their bodies were discovered in the morning. That is my testimony.

Message @shellydekillerr when you’re ready to begin the riddle.

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Riddle 4 Introduction

There was something exciting about having the remaining guests in the manor gather in the parlor room, especially with such a heavy case sitting on their shoulders. The thought of losing two of their own, (although no one could really claim Yanni or Morgan as that, seeing how the two had mostly kept to themselves unless otherwise necessary), suffer such gruesome deaths was a reminder of how high the stakes of this game really were.

Another reminder had to be the face of the man with salt and pepper hair lounging in one of the comfier parlor seats, cut down the center much like how the room was divided. It seemed that there were alliances and partnerships scattered throughout the house, which made this an even more dangerous game.

Shelly loved it, to be honest. He was a firm believer in loyalty as the key component to any good partnership. It was why this riddle challenge had been arranged in such a way. A little unorthodox, but the change would no doubt be well received.

“Good morning, everyone. I suppose this gathering has been expected, and I must apologize for such a late introduction to our next riddle. Its purpose is, to put it kindly, a reaffirmation of trust and cooperation in this game.”

There were some audible snorts from the gathered guests at this proclamation. Shelly continued on blithely.

“Competitiveness is essential, as it always is, but it is also an opportunity for those who may not be quick to the draw to take their time and truly think through this next encounter. For the upcoming riddle, you will be speaking face to face with our killer.”

A gasp fills the room, and eyes dart towards the others, confusion on their face. To speak to the killer now? Would they finally learn who it was once and for all? And so early in the game? What kind of twist was this?

Shelly smiles softly, enjoying the new sense of tension radiating off the guests.

“I am sure you are all excited to meet them, but perhaps I should have said face to this,” and he holds up his trusty radio, not currently on, but still as ominous as ever. “Our killer has decided to issue a challenge, and speak to you all on a personal level. Essentially, you will all be entering a courtroom with the challenge of finding out the truth behind these murders.”

A pause, and a clarification.

Shelly leans back in his recliner, tucking away his radio for the time being. “You will all have an opportunity to cross examine our killer, and listen to their testimony. I’m sure this will be very exciting for you if you have been able to collect and gather the right clues and information. The duration of this riddle will be a total of twenty four hours, starting from midnight EST on Friday the 13th, and ending midnight EST on the 14th. For this riddle, you will be communicating through me @shellydekillerr so please do not message the house, for they will be active in other ways.”

Shelly presents a breakdown of the cross examination, as well as the rules:

You will be able to take your time with the cross examination

You may work with as many people as you would like to gain the most information out of this cross examination

You will be able to press a total of 3 statements

You will be able to present evidence a total of 5 times

You may not screen shot or post any information of the case publicly

“Well?” he says, as flickers of understanding begin to spark through the room. “Are you prepared for your next trial?”

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Investigation Start

The sound of birds chirping had to be one of the most refreshing sounds, Alita decided, as she rolled out of bed and stretched her hands to the sky. There was something so beautiful about being able to experience everything the world had to offer.

…well, the chill morning air wasn’t great. And the chirping birds were a damn nuisance at this early hour. But the fact that she was annoyed at all meant she was still alive for another day. Another night. And maybe, if she was smart enough, all the way to the end of this little game.

Having to watch her fellow housemates face their potential deaths again and again was sad, but really, it wasn’t her problem. She wouldn’t lose sleep over what happened around her if it didn’t directly influence her own standing in this game. It was cold, sure, but it was true.

“It really makes me appreciate myself,” she mused, looking at the Spared card she had tossed to the floor with the others. She had little pity for the three who had been given the Scared cards. Unlike last round, Morgan had hidden herself away alone, her eyes wide with a panic that was almost attractive to someone who had nothing to fear. Yanni had become irritable and high-strung, his patience running thin from the threat of death. It seemed that he was a fighter, underneath his lazy personality. And as for poor Luke, his tangents had become more deluded as he tried pleading with the house in the office confessional, as if there was anyone to listen. To everyone else’s relief, Shelly had called an early night.

Dressing herself, Alita began to make her way to the kitchen. She was one of the few to venture out before the sun rose, and she found that others like Dee and Daryan were also early birds, even if it wasn’t always by choice. The three would often share a coffee together, though the conversation was never that interesting.

Suddenly, the early morning was interrupted by a piercing scream. The voice was more masculine than feminine, which cut their options in half.

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Murder 3 Reveal

Taking their places at the table, all the guests look towards Shelly for the reveal. Just as he had the last two times, he takes a piece of parchment from his jacket and begins reading aloud.

“I must admit, this was not my best work. I was running on a very small window of time, and I had also underestimated the late Ms. Meele, though not quite in the way you may have expected.

The clock was running once Cammy left her room. She arrived in the game room fifteen minutes early, just as I instructed. This was where I made my first mistake- I had assumed she followed my instructions out of fear of punishment, like how Furio died. But Cammy was not afraid when she stepped into the room. When I stepped out of my hiding spot behind the cabinet to stab her in the back, she fought back with no hesitation. I attempted to corner her between the pool table and the wall, and she was able to think quickly enough to grab a pool cue to fend me off. We ended up making quite the mess, disrupting the rug and knocking over the cue rack.

Unfortunately for Cammy, her lack of fear came with recklessness that I was able to easily exploit. She fumbled with her weapon and I took the opportunity to shove her into the pool table, leaving a lump on her head and a dent in the table. This disoriented her enough for me to push her to the ground with little effort. Even a weak person can achieve a successful submission hold if you know where to place your knees- one on the chest and stomach, one to the side to prevent the victim from turning. I decided that my knife was no longer viable- it was too small and thin to do real damage unless I wanted to make more of a mess, and I simply did not have the time to clean up after myself. So instead, I took the pool stick and pressed it against her throat to choke her. And oh, did dear Cammy fight. Despite her head wound, she clawed at my hands and the stick so desperately she even broke a nail. But it only takes a few minutes for a person to lose consciousness from lack of oxygen, and a few more for the brain to begin failing.

I let Cammy’s body do the rest of the work as I dusted myself off and placed the scratched-up cue stick behind the cabinet. I stabbed her in the eye after I was sure she was dead, just to make things a little more interesting to solve. Since her heart had already stopped, there was little bleeding. At this point, I was nearly out of time, so I stopped by her room to dispose of my gloves and the knife. Perhaps I was a little sloppy towards the end, leaving her blood on the door handle like that.

This was a very close round. Save for a few people, everyone had the pieces of the puzzle in line, and I would like to commend all of you for your efforts. Now, you may open your cards to see your fate. Best of luck, my dear guests.”

“Mr. Crescend had the best case this round,” Shelly says, but he is interrupted when a ruckus erupts from the other end of the table. Luke has leapt out of his seat, knocking it over in the process.

“This has to be a mistake!” he shouts, clutching a red stained card in one hand and brandishing a finger at Morgan and Yanni with the other. “Why are there three Scared cards?!”

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Murder 1 Reveal

“And it appears, ladies and gentlemen, that our investigation has come to its natural conclusion.” Shelly de Killer announces to all, cutting through multiple thick layers of tension, blissfully unaware (or perhaps unconcerned) with the feelings of those in this unnatural group. He had removed his headset, so his voice was no longer the distorted cacophony of false voices, but the raspy, whispery tone of his real voice was not much better. Once everyone had returned from their respective investigations, they were all left standing in the foyer once again.

It was rather unsettling how Shelly always seemed to be cloaked in the long shadows of the estate, his appearance a grostege visage of some kind of calculated beast. That, and there was something chilling about investigating what looked to be an abandoned mansion with a dozen con artists, creeps, and killers.

Morgan Fey was sure that she could not be defined as any of those slanderous terms, and figured herself to be far above the rest.

“How dreadful,” Morgan simpers as the twelve so-called guests follow their host to the large dining room, faces carefully blank to conceal the nature of their investigations.

Morgan herself knew that the only way to survive such a drastic night would be to hold her head up high and pretend to be a dainty little thing, perhaps even a mother figure in order to deflect off any suspicion that could be thrown maliciously her way. She cursed her lousy genes, and wished that she had been more inclined to inherit the Fey Clan’s psychic abilities. In a bizzare night like tonight, she was going to need all the help she could get. Not only was she forced to share a space with eleven other individuals, but once again she was surrounded by murderers and fiends.

(She, of course, had never considered herself accountable for any crime, so to find herself so cruelly locked away had broken her poor maiden’s heart.)

Resisting the urge to grimace in an un-ladylike fashion, Morgan could feel a pair of eyes glaring at her back. Turning around, she smiled sweetly at Mimi Miney, a familiar face from a past endeavour that had ended in failure. Miserable wretch.

“Try not to appear so cold,” Shelly’s voice crackled with amusement. “I am sure you will have much time to share your findings and introduce yourselves to your peers… if you have not already been acquainted.”

Morgan nearly laughed. What a shrewd fellow, mocking her quite bluntly. She had no real interest in getting to know these people. In prison she was told that she did not play well with others. And yet, socialization was an obligation in this place, wasn’t it? Not only did she have to think about the body that had become the centerpiece of the foyer, but there were other questions that now came to mind. Where they supposed to sit around in a circle and share sweet stories of the good old days as they waited to be slaughtered one after the other? Perhaps they were to feed off of the dust and the memories of their past as they starved to death?

“The hell is that supposed to mean!” The spiky fellow growls with rage, his voice a loud and awful thing. Furio Tigre had quickly made himself an annoyance.

“Clearly you lack understanding. Zvarri!” Luke says smugly, earning himself glares. “I will solve this in a fortnight!”

“You can’t expect us to stay here and actually take part in this madness!” the prim woman with the shrill voice pouts angrily. Alita Tiala would have been another nuisance even if she hadn’t won the ridiculous riddle challenge.

Lana, Yanni, Cammi, and Daryan all stayed close to the wall, watching with their beady little eyes. Did they think they were above this? Morgan found herself more annoyed with the silent ones then those who were outspoken.

“Now, now!” The boastful voice of a man who should not speak fills the room. “This is no time to be cowardly, my good fellows. No one ever got ahead in life by sitting idle!” Redd offers a thumbs up to the room.

Matt was one minute away from having a conniption. “We’re all going to die, he’s going to kill us all…” he mutters, managing to sound as pathetic as he looks. Utterly disgraceful.

Morgan smooths her hair behind her ear, holding her hands up in a placating manner “Children, children, please don’t bicker. We should make the best of this, don’t you think?”

Mimi snorts in disgust at her maternal act.

“This bores me. I would like to skip the commercial break and move towards the next segment.” Dee drawls, with her usual lack of tact. If this wasn’t a game of life and death, Morgan would have been inclined to befriend such a woman. It was no secret that she had well made connections within prison; there were no lack of funds or cigarettes in her presence. If only…

Shelly motions towards the dining room. “For now, sit and appreciate the meal I have prepared tonight. It is the first of many meals we will have together, and I assure you it is edible.”

“Could you imagine if it was poisoned?” Cammy folds her arms across her chest. “That would be, like, totally wild.”

Daryan throws himself into a seat at the head of the table, eyeing the others suspiciously. “I wouldn’t doubt it.”

Shelly chuckles lowly. “That would be far too easy. Regardless, by now you all have submitted your theories as to how this crime happened. My client and I have looked over your work and judged you accordingly. You should all have received a letter in your bed prior to being seated, yes?” He waits for a few nods before proceeding. “It is a warning from my client- if you did well on your case, you will be spared from elimination in the next round. But those of you who did poorly… should be very scared indeed. Now, it is time for me to reveal what really took place.”

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Accusations

Luke: 3 Morgan: 2 Daryan: 1 Furio: 1 Lana: 1 Dee: 1 Alita: 1

Some of you failed to accuse anyone, how disappointing. Do try to remember for next time, it gives me great pleasure to watch you all point fingers blindly.