realmofstories | [Open] A poisonous feast

The door was basically open since people kept coming or going... or dropping off another person. She knew what she was going to request the next time it became available evidently. Telling her patient to remain lying down, she stood and approached.

"Yes? Can I help you?"

Adachi has been caught and brought into prison where he will be for quite a while. He is allowed visitors, if anyone really wants to do that but necessary precautions are, of course, made.

The wonders if being a very curious chef who had to do everything for himself since a young age (maybe that's why his hair was silver so early).

"Well, it's a nearby river, but the water appears to be fresh and drinkable."

Being drinkable was always a plus.

"I keep a few bottles in here as well."

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Minato had only ever heard of Adachi. From both Yu and Dojima. He was curious. He was angry. But mostly, he just wanted to know why. So, he told the guards he wanted to visit the man and they let him. Of course, there was one within the area to keep watch, but aside from that, Minato didn't have much between him and Adachi at this point, bars aside.

He stood in front of the cell, hands in his pockets and fox ears at attention. He had been affected by the poison pretty heavily during the week, needing a few people to care for him off and on until he had finally received an antidote. It frustrated him, to be honest, but that wasn't why he was here.

"Why?" He asked, he sounded almost bored as he tilted his head. But his voice was soft and firm. "You got a second chance here, why waste it?"

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"Adachi-san."

Yu stood on the other side of the prison, sitting on a small stool that had been provided for him, looking through the bars. Yu didn't say anything else yet. He knew him enough that Adachi would possibly go talking on by himself.

While Ren wasn't originally gonna see the culprit, especially after having just robbed Adachi's place, his own curiosity won out. He casually sits down on a small stool, keeping up a poker face and crossing his arms.

"So... you're the Inaba Serial Killer, and the one responsible for all the poisonings around here. I gotta say, for someone who killed a news reporter and a high school girl, this seems like the downgrade. How the mighty have fallen, eh?"

He adjusts his glasses before continuing. "So why did you do the poisonings anyway? Is it the same reason for those murders or are you going to blame your essence?"

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Was the only way for him to be sure, and to be sure it was the same source as well. There was that same subtle aftertaste that made his nose wrinkle a bit. "If it's one, it could be everything edible at the stall- I'd half worry about it bein anything touched, too." A growl to his voice, ears pinned back and tail curled close to a leg.

Hopefully it was just whatever was edible and not objects that would be touched often, or could prick skin- "Probably is an ass."

"Yes."

Yes he was immune, even if it started as a rough guess and testing it himself. Worked out well enough that he could pick it out. The aftertaste was something, and it gave him more energy in a way that normally eating food didn't quite do.

His ear flicked, some sharp whistle t catch attention. "Wouldn't touch any of the fruit here."

Shoulders shrugged, as if he had no reason to come-

"More offering help to you," because this was turning in to more of a mess. "I'm immune to the poison being planted." Gruffly spoken, and not just because he'd been reluctant to step in and offer; his voice was just like that. Didn't like to talk a hell of a lot, but he'd come this far so he may as well go all the way.

"Can taste it, gather things you might need to make up an antidote, or just do whatever." He was a little at a loss, he knew medical basics and survival. His Essence allowed him to identify and hunt down ingredients.

[Troubling.

Tucked in she stood straight again, Toto small enough to be picked up so Alice placed the dog on to the bed as well.]

You watch him while I get more information about this. I trust if something happens you can find me.

[Either finding a way to break this or someone coming up with an antidote, and neither could be done fretting about the house. The fact others had fallen under it as well. The 'pull a sleeping beauty' was not something she was familiar with~~given the one she would be is far darker-~~, but either needed her going out to figure.

Just what she did.]

"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth," or so I have said. [He flips through the pages of the journal some more as he speaks.] That is to say... If there is no Evil Queen to be found here, the improbable notion that there is a version with her name being applied in these journals is the truth.

[Or. You know. The Evil Queen hasn't used the journals because it would expose their Essence. But who could resist these fun little things?]

"Well, I'm not gonna stop you this time." He was free to sniff them out and Zidane would go grab a bucket or bin to put all the ones they found in. While the older man's tail curled, there might be some irritating swinging from Zidane's own.

Having his companion agree that whoever did this was an ass just made it worse. "Guess that can't be avoided, but a realm of stories, right? We can kick their ass if we find 'em."

[ The chances of this man being a loony with some kind of Holmes delusion get higher every second- ]

Hang on, what's that entry, there?

[ Dojima's warning about Adachi seems to have caught his eye. ]

[ That menace was caught, he was thankful for that, but a part of him wanted to see how the man was doing in jail. He's hesitant to visit... Not only for worry of being exposed to this man's poisons again, but also for that nagging voice in the back of his head screaming, "But I don't want!"

He did get some new shapeshifting ability, though... To disguise himself. No better place to see how it's used...

And so, Adachi will be visited by this fellow today. ]

So... I hear you're the one who's been poisoning everyone. [ The man sounds a tiny bit nervous as he smooths his hair over his eye. ] What was that all about?

His head tipped, and of course a few other fruits were gone over- but he did pause over a bit of meat, ears pricked forwards. Eyes narrowed behind that black 'visor' of his before he was picking it up with one hand and of course paid for it before biting in to it as well. The fur along his tail bristled a bit- "Not just the fruit here." Though the poison added an interesting flavor to the meat.

Not going to admit that out loud, just tearing off a bit more of it to eat. "People like that as needed as those who help when it comes to stories." Muttered a bit, but it was easy enough to realize that much.

Watching and picking up the fruits that were poison positive, he blinked when the old man seemed to get distracted. Raising an eyebrow, Zidane followed - and then grimaced as he ate raw meat. Oh yeah, this guy and Quina would be good friends in regards to their stomachs. "Maybe we should just have the market closed down for today."

Not commenting on the next bite, Zidane crossed his arms. "Yeah. A story isn't that interesting without conflict."

"Be a good idea. No worry about any more poisoned goods being bought by anyone." Maybe give a little break to those working to make an antidote- even if some of that thought was for Ana. He knew well how she'd throw herself in to it if she could help, especially since so many here were young. He was at least wrapping the meat back up rather than taking a third bite.

Making sure to seal on the paper stuck back in to place with a smoothing of clawed fingers. "Even if some people from whatever world are the type to do this for likely no reason," outside of boredom.

"Alright. I'll go look into that. You keep stopping people from picking poisoned produce." He feels bad though. Stopping the market might be cutting off someone's daily meal, but better to starve and live one day than miss living at all.

"When there are real people like that, they suck." C'mon, there's even honor among thieves. Someone this bored wasn't honorable at all. Anyway, off he headed to hopefully find someone in charge of this. It's gotta be a committee or some organization running this, right?

"Just be clear as to why, and firm." Sometimes it was better to get a point across, and some things certainly stuck with him after so long of who he used to be. He was going to be keeping the bundle of meat, even if just for his own uses; well out of the way of what the young dragon in his care could get in to.

There was a slight huff, more a low rumbling exhale than anything more. "More than can be described." At least he had the time to send going around stalls hunting down the ones that had been tampered with.

A knock on the door to announce he was there, and Dojima let himself in. He hoped Naomi would understand his lack of manners, considering how urgent it was.

"Kimishima- I got some samples for you."

He was carrying a large sack-- placing it down on the floor, he opened it to reveal... more sacks, but much smaller and made of leather.

"I tried to keep cross contamination as low as I could, but only so much I can do when we don't have plastic here."

He had dark rings under his eyes- just how much sleep had he been getting, lately? Probably very little. He pulled his hand back to rub the bridge of his nose.

"If you can figure out what was being used, that'd be helpful, but obviously the antidote is more important."

Hmmm?

[Holmes was a little distracted by the entry on the page right beside it, but shifts his focus once Luca points Dojima's out. He takes a few seconds to skim it. "Known murderer", "ex-detective" and former "junior partner"... So a murderer with knowledge of the law. Those are the worst kind.]

Well well weeell... "Currently has the power of a Queen of some kind", hmm? And "do not accept whatever he gives you"... That's quite interesting, don't you agree?

[ He nods. ] And suspicious. We may have to confer with Dojima on this, but we could have our man.

Hmm, not quite. Evidence is everything, you see. We cannot simply accuse someone who may or may not be Snow White's Evil Queen of poisoning dozens of people. Certainly not based on hearsay. [He snaps his journal shut.] This whole matter requires some rigorous investigation! Our suspect would live in a castle, I suppose. Perfect for keeping nefarious concoctions. It would be a marvelous place to start our search.

[And if it wasn't clear, he sure is ready to do some breaking and entering if Adachi doesn't let them in.]

"Is that right?"

Well, that was convenient. At least there was also one guarantee that someone wouldn't be afflicted by this, but there was still a matter of everyone else.

"... Well, I could use some samples of the affected products before I send you to gather ingredients for the antidote. I was delivered some ingredients already, but I'm missing something... I want to see if I can derive that answer from the infected source." It's an odd compound that was certain, but whoever crafted it intended on making it difficult. Still, she needed to see how it affected (or didn't) the foods people had been ingesting to be certain.

Presently, Naomi didn't have time to lecture people on their manners. All she can do was glance up to acknowledge who'd come in, hope they were stumbling around, and resume work. However, he does have more of her attention when he mentioned having samples.

Stepping away from the makeshift cot, she approached him, eyeing the sack... and then more inside.

"I see..."

Lacking plastic was rather inconvenient, but he did his best considering the alternative was glass - no, far too heavy.

"That's fine. This will do." It shouldn't be terribly contaminated unless something rotted. Accepting the sack, she glanced back at him. "Right... I take it you'll only rest after our suspect has been caught."

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