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Post by Kestrel on May 27, 2019 17:55:44 GMT
Quill hopped back as the gray tall-tall lady began to stand, but she was interrupted by the other tall-tall ladies and their own questions. Good-good questions! Quill shuffled away and over to the stairs, stopped at their foot, and then swung his talons as he waited for, and listened to, the different ladies. He tilted his head. He had no idea what a kazoo-thing was – nope! It sounded funny. He wondered if it was loud-loud like Kara tall-tall lady’s whistle, too. The rest of everything else, though, was…less fun-fun. Bad-bad things! A dead kitty? Wentz was much-much angry? Never liked the other little-little kids? The kenku wrung his talons, eyes down to his feet. Was Wentz…really a good-good boy? Or a bad-bad boy? Or just…different? Quill clicked his beak and huffed.
No! Wentz was gone-gone, and that was the only important thing. Wentz come home.
The apprentice bounced in place as the gray tall-tall lady finally stood, walked over, and began to lead them all upstairs. Quill bounded up the stairs after her. It was much-much messy up there, too! A nice much-much messy. Small wooden statues and wall holes and other bits lying around. What stood out the most, though, was the single black door at the end of the hallway. Wentz’s room? Quill stuck close to Kara tall-tall lady as they all approached it. It was black, plain, and…Quill swallowed. It looked like it led to a much-much scary place! He held his talons, eyes fixed on the door, and peeked out from around the group as it swung open with a push from gray tall-tall lady and a creak.
It was...!
Normal? Shadowy, much-much cleaner and tidier than the rest of the house, and very black (and red), but…a normal room. The kenku squinted. It was empty of people. No little-little kids. Instead, a whole collection of cool instruments hung along the far wall and, on top of a desk, was an assortment of pretty-pretty cat statues and one scary-scary hand thing. A fuzzy looking toy lay limp on the bed. Normal room! Normal room with lots and lots of interesting and good-good things that would lead them to Wentz and, hopefully, the other little-little kids! That was what his Dad would think, probably. Puffing out his chest, Quill squeezed through the crowd of ladies, stepped into the room, and…
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Post by Kestrel on May 27, 2019 18:56:50 GMT
…crossed over the threshold and into the shadows. He squinted harder, taking a couple more steps, and swiveled his very intact head. He rubbed his beak. What good-good things should Quill check first? A couple more steps. What good-good things would his Dad check first? All the good-good things, maybe! That seemed like a big-big adult idea. There were the instruments hanging on the wall and the pretty-pretty and scary-scary statues and the toy thing and – Quill paused, head tilting. Shiny? On the bed, lying just underneath one of its pillows, was something…glinting. Brightly. More brightly than it should have in the otherwise dark room, but the kenku cooed, his beak hanging open, as his eyes widened. Shiny! Much-much shiny! Pretty-pretty shiny! Quill ran toward the bed, nearly jumping on top of it as he thrust his talons at the pillow and grabbed the shiny something. It was cold in his talons as he pulled it closer.
It was a necklace.
A silver necklace, its tiny links almost twinkling to the apprentice’s eyes now as he held it, and a round pendant hung off its length. On it was the image of a lady. Small-small lady. Quill clicked his beak again. Pretty-pretty small-small lady! Bending over, the apprentice undid the clasp of his pouch, slid the necklace in, and then fastened it tight again. He patted the leather and then turned back toward the rest of the room.
His pretty-pretty lady now!
He then walked over to the desk, one talon still over the pouch, and began to lazily poke around the statues and papers. Quill wanted to spend more time with his pretty-pretty lady, but...they had to find Wentz! And there were so many-many eyes here.
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Post by moralhazard on May 29, 2019 3:09:20 GMT
Something must have taken him, or so Dave thought. Kara watched her, carefully, thinking. Whatever happened, Dave had said, he would have known what he was doing, and he would have come home if he could. What kind of child wouldn’t cry out or scream when taken? Wouldn’t make any noise at all? If Dave had been in the kitchen, wouldn’t she have heard it?
Wentz did sound like an odd child. Kara wondered. It didn’t seem hard to believe that it wasn’t a coincidence that this had all started with him. That didn’t make it his fault. Kara didn’t know what to think; it was all too complicated.
Kara followed Dave up the stairs with the others. The door was painted black, and the inside was – very bleak. Kara lived simply, but this was – odd. Kara looked from side to side, slowly; one wall was painted red, which gave it… something of a worse feel. She shivered a little, shifting from side to side. The instruments were on the wall; the room was as neat as if the boy was still living there. Maybe more.
Kara took a few steps inside. Quill dashed ahead, bouncing about. Kara didn’t pay attention to his cooing and clacking – how could he possibly get in any trouble surrounded by all of them? She crossed the room to look at the bookshelf. She squinted at the statues, wondering if there really were any clues left in here, after all this time. How could there be?
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Post by Jarovbees on May 29, 2019 3:37:19 GMT
"Ah--I'm sorry to hear that." Solstice nodded sympathetically at mention of the old cat, a little disappointed that she wouldn't be able to speak with it -she didn't have that particular skill- but that was only one possible route to answers. "If he interacted with any other animals in the area -that are yet around- I can make an attempt with them. It's a thought, anyway. I don't know what will come of it." Her smile was a little apologetic, not wanting to guarantee anything when a significant amount of time had passed already. But that didn't mean she was going to just give up, and the firbolg suspected that was true of her companions as well.
She paused to take in the answers to Orin's questions as well, giving Dave a non-judgmental smile when she got defensive about Wentz. So, the child was a bit odd; there was no crime in that. Besides, she would expect a parent to know her child better than anyone else. The smile faded as the tale of his disappearance unfolded, and she nodded encouragingly. "It's alright to guess. We'll take is as a starting point, and I'd trust you on that as you know your lad so well."
As they entered, Solstice paused to have a look around. The darkness of the room caught her off-guard, but she was cheered a little to see the instruments on display. She had never seen a child's room so neat and clean before, and couldn't help but compare between Wentz's and the growing half-orc boy who was her ward. Toby was a considerate child and kept his room clean, more or less...but messes and forgetfulness did happen. Socks were left on the floor, or the bed had yet to be made or such things; nothing that ever bothered her, bit was just the result of distraction or whatnot. Wentz's room was the most pristine child's room she had ever seen in her life, even more an achievement if it was entirely his own preference. She lingered by the little wooden statuettes, smiling warmly. A few homey touches like this made all the difference.
But they were here to look for clues, and as such, she tried to put everything in the context of his disappearance. Her bright blue eyes scanned the room for anything out of place, especially as she paused by the window, peering through it and downward.
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