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Murder at Harsk Mansion
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Alfred Higgins
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Cywren Baxter
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Maxwell Doyle
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Alfred Higgins
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Cywren Baxter
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Maxwell Doyle
All three detectives thought that Bella was a little cold for her age, but each of them had a feeling that she would warm up, well Alfred and Wren did, not Max. They were all chatting to each other for a bit before a raccoon suddenly burst through the door, a man following the animal. Looking at each other, Alfred whispered something to Max, then the three nodded and went up to the new comer.
"Hey dude!" Alfred said, walking over to Peter, "I'm Alfred but you can just call me Al, and these are my two friends M-" All of a sudden Maxwell stomped on his foot, and lightly pushed him out of the way. "I'm Maxwell, and this is my friend and partner in crime Cywren. With that he gave Peter a insane smile, and let out a high pitched laugh.
Quill on the meantime was looking around the Mansion. He left maxwell and the rest alone, for he had to investigate more about the mansion. He explored the kitchen and the Library. He felt as if he was watched.
Belladonna turned to the source of the voice, and seeing the black dress and orange hair she knew immediately that it was Ceony. "Because it's less distracting. Surely others do so, too," Belladonna replied, walking around the luxurious room for evidence.
"Very well, then. Remind yourself that you're only eight, and there is a murderer somewhere in this mansion." Ceony turned to walk away. "Never underestimate me because of my age," Belladonna hissed fiercely. Ceony shook her head. "I'm just concerned. Also, there were wine glass bottle bits in Sir Page's head wound. You might want to keep an eye out for that." Belladonna silently looked under the Dining room table.
”Hello There! I am Alter Ego, your technological guide!"
Belladonna's blue eyes fluttered to the other child for a very quick moment, but she turned away. Her brown braids swapped at a nearby trashcan. Could The murderer have been neat? She thought, tipping the small waste basket over slightly and pushing a mixing bottle over. Belladonna carefully picked up the nose of a green bottle. It was broken in the middle and the rim was splattered with blood. Belladonna leaned in closer, and saw that there was still red wine stained on the interior of the bottle. I don't think the murderer was drunk... I need to see the corpse again... Belladonna stood up and began to walk away.
"Yeah, I need to know, too!" Casey said, smiling. On the inside she didn't want to know, but she needed to, if she was going to be of any help.
”Hello There! I am Alter Ego, your technological guide!"
Ceony raised an eyebrow, staring into Maxwell's eyes. Her eyes showed violence. "And you expect the others to trust you whilst running around the mansion armed?" She said shrilly. Belladonna just emerged out of the Dining Room. "Ceony, might I remind you that most of us here are probably armed in secret. Including you," she said flatly. Ceony looked away uncomfortably. "You have a point there," she said.
Casey stood there, and when she saw the weapons, she yelped. "W-why do y-you need those?" She stuttered. These things called weapons scared her.
”Hello There! I am Alter Ego, your technological guide!"
Ceony looked at Maxwell. "We are capable of defending ourselves, surely," she said somewhat reassuringly. "You should worry more about yourself."