Posted May 10 2012 - 11:54 PM
Yeah, should have had this out sooner. Sorry about that. XD
"Alright, alright! I know who killed him, I'll talk, I'll talk!"
"Good, who killed him? Answers, now!"
"It was the butler, the butler I tell you!"
Junkyard sighed, shaking his head at the T.V. he had quickly repaired. "It's always the butler, isn't it? The murderer is always the butler." He changed channels boredly, flipping onto what looked like an action movie... for about five seconds with a gun fight, then became a romantic comedy focusing on a hospital. "Bah, garbage."
"I lost my arm in the accident, but this new one their making me will allow me to shoot lasers... then I shall always be able to keep you safe."
"And kill my neighbor's annoying cats."
Fake audience Laughter followed.
Bio swiped the remote, changing channels to a new series, The Dark Chronicle. "Junkyard, aren't you an actor in that?"
"Yeah, I am. I play the narrator, sadly, I didn't get the part as the main character." The Makuta commented.
"But... you are the main character."
"That's my stunt double. They said he made a better 'me' than I did."
"Ouch. Is that even possible?"
"I have no idea."
A sudden smashing thud echoed out through the house, and Kayep dashed over to the window to open the shades and see what was outside and causing the noise. Whatever it was, it was big.
There, smacked against the glass, and sliding down in a style only found in comedy, was Incommodo, the detective known for having never solved anything... and being proud of it. He had apparently tried jumping through the window for a dramatic entrance.
"Hey guys, you should see this!" Kayep shouted. "A giant ugly insect smacked into the window... and he's mouthing words that I'm not going to repeat due to my morals!" He watched Incommodo sliding for a few more moments. "Yep, definitely not saying that!"
"Maybe we should let him in?" Te3e suggested as he walked past.
"Nah, I'm gonna watch him twitch for a while longer."
Cadias stood, looking carefully over the plastic butter knife. He was once again the one sent to investigate the weapon. This time he was wearing gloves, to avoid cutting himself and contaminating the evidence. There was some red stuff on it... and only one way to find out what it was.
"Sir, I advise you not to taste that, the germs and diseases found within blood can be most hazardous to the health, plus it is completely disgusting." Terka commented with a frown. "Why do you not take it to that Hero and have him send it to a forensic lab?"
"Do you know how long those things take to get back with results?!" He tasted the red stuff anyway, ignoring the protesting of the robot. "Strawberry jelly... not blood at all." Cadias grinned, chucking the plastic butter knife over his shoulder and sending it flying across the house. "Well, I don't think that the knife is the murder weapon... unless V-3's body contained jelly for blood."
"... why must I suffer with these foolish mortal creatures?" Terka sighed, shaking his mechanical head.
"Because... we're more interesting than the other, mindless, Vahki?"
"...Sentience has it's downsides."
"I was sentient once." Te3e remarked, passing through the room.
"So, this is the dining room." Tim commented, looking around. "It seems to be at least 78% duck tape, how does someone do so much damage to a single room?" He blew up houses, but to have a room so greatly destroyed yet still usable was greatly impressive to him.
"Yep, the roof collapsed on Christmas, the wall got blown up during the Halloween event of which we have been sworn to secrecy due to the horrors that happened that day, and the floor was demolished on V-3's Birthday." Ferahk commented, boredly playing a 3DS while sitting in the corner of the room. A hint of irritation was clear in her voice.
"Listen, Rahkshi. I'm on a highly important mission here to solve a murder, and I don't need some worm in armor giving me attitude." Tim snapped, still trying to search the room for any clues. Something had to give away if the murder had been committed here of not, he just had to find it.
Feyrahk closed the 3DS, standing up and walking over towards Tim. "Listen, space freak. I'm allowed to have an attitude if I want to, and if you thing you're going to be able to boss me around like your pathetic little bunch of space underlings, then you've got another thing coming. So -unpleasant- shut up, and -unpleasant- search the -unpleasant- room!" one of the chairs at the table, nearest to her, exploded into shrapnel.
"... sorry ma'am." PIZZARISONIKA MAKULIANA EXCEPTIONALPERSONOFAWESOMENESS commented, backing away slowly and wide-eyed. Quietly under his breath, he added more. "No wonder Zaphos got that restraining order."
"I heard that!" Feyrahk snapped.
"Well, it's true, he was terrified when he got it... what did you even do to him?!"
Feyrahk grinned a grin so horrifying it would have made V-3 die from fear, if he hadn't already been dead.
"Peanut butter and a scalpel are nothing compared to the mighty Feyrahk." Te3e commented, walking through.
"So Virthee, what exactly happened about 2.79 hours ago?" Forte asked calmly and in a friendly manner. The robotic smile on his face didn't hide the fact that this was a murder investigation.
Trad sat to the side, writing down Virthee's comments and Forte's questions for later use if needed. Everything he wrote could be invaluable to the investigation, and it was already having more results than Tim's interview of Junkyard.
"Well, we were all invited over to speak with V-3 about his newest comedy ideas. Then he went for his writing pad, and everyone sort of divided up, heading in their own directions. I stayed in the Living room... I didn't really want to leave while V-3 would only be gone for a short time period. And then the power went out, everything went dark. When the light returned... V-3's body was there on the floor... I don't even remember anyone pulling it in..."
"Interesting... and what about that bruise on your leg, how did you get that?" Forte asked, scratching his metal chin in thought.
"Well, when the lights went out, I sort of tripped over a chair and bruised it." Virthee admitted, shaking his head. "And first I thought the chair bruise was a major issue, then seeing the body... it sort of... changed that. It didn't seem as important anymore."
"And what reason would you have for killing V-3?" Trad asked, getting bored of just writing. Forte was about to complain, when Trad threw the writing pad in the robot's face, shutting him up and leaving him to write.
"Well, he's been falling behind in his comedies... and he promised me a serious story involving myself as the main character... but I'm not really all that mad about it. He was too lazy to really do any writing." Virthee commented with a sigh.
"Too lazy?" Trad remarked.
"Yeah, he always blames his lack of time, but don't believe a word of it. He's just lazy... and dead."
"Thank you for your time."
"Not a problem... try to catch the killer before anyone else dies!"
"Virthee... a Toa of fire with a temper of flame... not mad... Hmm..." Te3e commented as he walked past.
"So, anything in the dining room?" Me asked Tim as the two sat on a couch.
"Some unidentified red stains on the floor, and what looked like a unfinished meal on the table. We can't really get any definite proof of anything yet though. Forte sent samples for testing, we should hear back in a few weeks."
"Oh good, considering the rate the chapters of this comedy are being posted, we should have the results before the next chapter is even posted." Me replied with a grin, finally his detective skill was paying off.
"No, in-story time." Tim replied.
"Funny how many chapters you can fit into a single night of investigations." Te3e commented, walking backwards through the room.
The group of detectives and suspects sat in the main room, discussing the finds of the day, and ignoring Random's complaint about a flying butter knife poking him in the eye.
"So... once again, we have reached a conclusion." Cadias began.
"... absolutely nothing at all." Finished Me.
The detectives all nodded in agreement, minus two, and one new detective.
"But Julia, I am his evil twin brother!"
"But I thought..."
"I lied to you Julia, I lied!"
"No, it's not true!"
"You're right, it isn't!"
Junkyard, BioBeast, and Incommodo sat on the couch watching T.V., and they were glued to the screen.
"Julia, don't trust him, he just wants to trick you and steal your prized watch collection!" Bio shouted at the screen.
"He's not trustworthy! The real Charles is in the coat closet!" Incommodo cried out in a futile attempt to change the story.
"It's so horrib-" Junkyard suddenly changed the channel as Te3e walked over.
"What are you guys watching?" The Toa of stone asked.
"Wrestling." The three remarked in unison, changing back when Te3e left. "Julia, nooooo! He's going to kill you!"