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11-22-2009, 04:30 PM

Another body! Neon thought. The eerie spotlight on her was odd, and he glanced at it before looking back at the body. He spotted the letter and picked it up, reading it.

I see. So, the killer killed her and took her eyes... but he drew fake stitches where her heart was... because the fox broke it? Which means the killer ripped out the heart because of her, but her eyes? They must be involved with the next victim. But what about the sweater?

Neon lifted the sweater and looked at it. He couldn't make anything of it... but now what? There was no trail anywhere for him to follow now.

"Gasshodan Onokio... you're the killer, that's for sure. But I bet this name isn't real." Neon said aloud, albeit quietly.

He compared the two notes. Yes, the two were related, but there was no clue as to where the killer of the two had gone. Neon made sure his WindSense was active as he peeked around the corners of adjacent alleyways.

I'm on a hunt now.

[[Okay. I'll be waiting. =3]]

11-23-2009, 01:09 AM

Further down that alleyway, there was a light, it seemed like a candle light room, could it be a tiny little house?

puiffs of smoke slowly advanced from that location as well

11-23-2009, 02:25 AM

Neon, intrigued, continued forward. The light and the smoke was oddly-placed enough, and as the hedgehog walked slowly forward, he coughed a bit from inhaling the smoke.

Stupid air pollution...

11-23-2009, 02:32 AM

It was a tiny hole of a house, the smoke contunued to blow from the tiny makeshift window unaware of the coughing the smoke continued

11-23-2009, 02:36 AM

That's enough.

Neon held out his arm and commanded a gust of wind through the opening where the smoke was coming out. The gust blew through the hole and put out the candle.

With his other arm, Neon reached into his pocket and withdrew a small flashlight (what traveler didn't have one?) that he turned on and pointed inside the little house.

"Who's there?"

11-23-2009, 02:40 AM

The bright light startled the hermit. He was quite a messy fellow, overgrowned with green hair in every which direction, eyes a slight tint of red covered with huge bags under his eyes (sleep fatique)

"Huh Ehu Huhufh" he dropped his cigerrete, the smoke causer. "Ehuhghuehuhghe" he still stumbled on his words. He barely fit in that little shack, he was pretty much kneeling.

11-23-2009, 02:44 AM

"I'm not sure who you are or why you're even in there, but I think at this point smoking isn't going to do you any favors." Neon said, walking closer.

It was a hermit smoking in a shack. Why, of all things, would he be in here, so close to the murders, without doing a thing about it?

"I'm investigating a few murders. Would you happen to be Gosshodan Onokio, or know him?" He held out the two letters.

11-23-2009, 02:47 AM

He ignored the comments about smoking. Like he gave a care of a random stranger.
"Gosshomar Onokio?" He said dumbly, "Am i Gosshomar onokio? Is what you ask? " He read the two letters knowing they were his he squinted at them.

"These are rather poor artistic talent Mr Onokio has." Sort of backing away from the murder themselves. "P-please why not come inside."
[[If you cannot understand his speech just let me know, I'll try to explain]]

11-23-2009, 02:49 AM

"I'm not sure if I could fit inside anyway, sir. Are you the man I'm looking for or not? You sound a little... nervous." Neon replied, tapping his foot.

Something is very peculiar about this man. He's so very close to the murders, after all.

11-23-2009, 02:56 AM

"You say.... that this Oniko dood wrote these letters... saying he killed people?" He stood out of his shack, upon standing one would note the horribly frail body, as well as the very tall one. He was not a man but rather a turtle like creature with a crooked beak jaw.

"Would this mean, are you asking me If i am a murderer?" He felt rather disgusted by the acusation, who is he? a man just mindfully living his humdrum life....so he tells them