* Rhydon hears honckrow and gives him a suspicious glance.*
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Chapter 3
“There can’t just be nothing,” Umbreon says with a grimace. “Gothorita’s body shows nothing...Flygon’s body shows nothing but slash marks. Even though Pokemon can have sharp appendages, there are millions of weapons out there that could the same.”
While Vaporeon interrogates Pidgeot, Umbreon decides to do the real police work again. Flygon sustained several lacerations, more notably on the chest and shoulders. Did the cause the death, though? It doesn’t make sense…
Nearby, a small blip in the dimension of the bathroom moves somehow. Umbreon catches the movement, but ignores it. Just peripheral vision working hand-in-hand with his paranoia.
Outside the bathroom, a sneaky Stunfisk reveals himself from his Camouflage and flops along to the private rooms in the back.
“Noivern,” Vivillon says with a smile, “I’ve been meaning to talk with you. You’re going up against Lopunny, right? You’re going to need some pointers to improve your performance. Your appeals round was splendid; a 27 is a strong score, though not especially in the quarterfinals. You need to work on your agility. Lopunny is fast and strong and can mega evolve. You have the benefit of hitting her hard with Air Slash, but only after her mega evolution.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Noivern asks boringly.
“I think she killed Flygon, and she had the motive for Gothorita. I don’t have evidence, but if she killed my friend, then I don’t want her to win. Noivern, you’re going to have to dodge those High Jump Kicks and Attracts.”
“Thanks for the advice, I guess,” he shrugs.
In the background, Lopunny stares at the two of them with narrowed eyes. This is cheating, cheering on someone and not the other. It shows Vivillon’s biased opinions and assumptions. She can’t have the competition go wrong, and besides...Gothorita was like a daughter to her. Is she able to kill her daughter? She pauses to think about the answer and then just abandons the subject altogether. Better keep that question unanswered.
Rhydon begins to head up the stairs of his catwalk and notices a sneaky Umbreon looking up there again. Agitated, Rhydon stomps up the stairs and demands a reason for Umbreon’s prowling. It seems suspicious for him to return to the scene of the crime. Hint, hint? Perhaps Umbreon isn’t all he claims to be.
The Pokemon only smiles at the unwelcoming message. “You have something to cover up?” he asks, and Rhydon immediately turns shy again. “If you must know, I’m looking for clues. Didn’t know trying to identify a serial killer was illegal. Next time I’ll just let him swing the axe.”
“You don’t have to be smart about it. I was just asking,” Rhydon stammers.
“Well why don’t you keep your nose clean and leave my business alone?”
Stunfisk’s eyes can be seen in the background, though the rest of him is hidden in the Camouflage. He listens to the conversation to see what they know.
“Gallade, I don’t think I can do this anymore,” Lopunny suddenly whispers to him. She had just dragged him off to the corner of the stage while Minun’s makeup is being done.
“What do you mean?”
“This. I don’t think my joining of your little supremacist group is a good idea. Pidgeot already has her name soiled and I’m being talked about among the others. I think we should just disband the organization...at least until after this whole fiasco is over,” she offers.
“Are you kidding me? You’ve already signed your name on the dotted line. You can’t back out. You have no choice in the matter now. We knew what was at stake when we signed up for this group. Lives were going to be at risk.”
“Is it work our lives being risked?” she asks. “I don’t want to go to jail if this is hung over my head. I have all the reason to kill those people. I don’t want to go to prison.” She starts tearing up. “Gothorita was almost a child to me. I taught the girl everything she knew. Now she’s dead and I’m taking the heat for it. I’m not sure if I can go through with this anymore…”
“You have to!” he screams, swiping a blade at her.
A tuft of hair plops to the ground and she screams, falling to her knees and pressing her arms to her shoulders. “Please, Gallade, please don’t hurt me!”
Gallade looks up at every pair of the eyes in the room greeting him with skepticism. He puts his blades behind his back and shrugs. “Women, you know? Over-exaggerating…”
As Gallade walks off, Lopunny remains in her position. Her head is drooped so her ears cover her face. She wipes away the fake tears and exposes her smile. “Everything’s according to plan,” she whispers.
Stunfisk moves out of her view and hides backstage once more. He has had enough with this drama. Perhaps he can get some information elsewhere.
“You’re accusing me?” Pidgeot laughs as she perches nearby Vaporeon.
“I have the right to detain you if you pull any tricks,” Vaporeon asserts.
“Prove it,” Pidgeot squawks.
Vaporeon stops and grits her teeth.
“You can’t? Ah, well, try Leavanny for some questioning. He does have sharp, leafy hands,” Pidgeot says with an abrupt movement to the door. She opens it, calls for Leavanny’s presence, and walks down the hallway.
Vaporeon huffs. “I’ll keep him in mind, I guess.”
Leavanny slowly opens and closes his door, only allowing his body to slip through. He locks the door and slips the key in the pocket of his leaf trousers. He sees Pidgeot smiling and rolls his eyes.
“Nice leaves,” the bird chuckles.
“Shut up or you’ll wake up to clipped wings and a bald head.”
“Sew your mouth shut before I have it fired.”
Chandelure hovers on stage and announces that he doesn’t need clothing for the contest, creating an awkward silence. He explains it’s because he’ll just burn it up.
“Minun is with Leavanny now,” Carracosta tells the group as he returns from the back. “I just talked to the both of them. Give her about five to ten minutes.”
“Yeah, I can’t wait to beat that walking candlestick,” Minun giggles.
“Haha, and you’ll look fantastic when you do it!” Leavanny chimes in, trimming Minun’s hair and looking at ear angles. “Would you like a new vest for the competition?”
“Sure!” she chirps, smiling.
“I’ll be right back,” he tells her, and she nods.
Minun looks around Leavanny’s stylist area. He has many different dyes and trimmers and makeup kits. It’s a wonder he doesn’t hurt himself. She spans the whole area and sees little leaf hats everywhere; they must the first creations he ever made. She smiles at the handiwork and revolves around in her chair until she comes face to face with the mirror on the wall. Plusle shows up and smiles at her.
“Flygon’s dead,” Minun says solemnly.
“You’re gonna win now, though!”
“But at what cost, Plusle? What cost?”
The red-tailed mouse shrugs. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t you play dumb with me. You’ve been possessing my body. Please tell me you didn’t kill that poor judge,” Minun screeches at the mirror.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been in the mirror waiting for you,” Plusle says with a head scratch.
“Who are you talking to?” Leavanny asks as he comes back with a freshly-sewn purple vest.
“Oh, no one. Myself, really. I can carry on a conversation in my head sometimes,” she laughs.
“Well I thought you’d like this purple vest I made. I know how you miss Plusle, so I drew a ± on the black in red and blue,” he says, smiling.
“That’s very nice, thanks!”
Leavanny looks at the clock. “You better get going to that competition. Good luck!”
“Thanks again,” Minun says as she darts out the door. She doesn’t bother glancing at the mirror, which shows a Plusle banging as hard as she can.
Noivern hangs upside down on the catwalk and observes everyone. He yawns and closes his eyes until it is his turn for the competition.
Honchkrow eats the popcorn he bought from Aipom and laughs at the stage when he sees the scene between Lopunny and Gallade. He almost chokes on a piece of popcorn and then spits it out somewhere in another seat. He hears laughing and turns his head around sharply, seeing nothing.
He then pretends to choke again, falling to the ground. He hears the laughing and uses Sucker Punch to hit the invisible object, and Stunfisk falls to the ground in pain. Honchkrow gets him up and lifts him between his wings.
“Please don’t hurt me, Mr. Bird, I didn’t mean nothin’,” the fish responds.
“No, no, Stunfisk. It’s okay. I heard you like Pokemon contests?”
“That’s right,” he cheers.
“I think I have something you may want, then,” Honchkrow says, and he shows Stunfisk a small key.
“What is it?”
“It’s a key, you idiot. It opens the door to that stylist’s secret room. Don’t you want to see what cool stuff he may have of Gothorita’s?”
“Yes!” the Pokemon screams, and Honchkrow puts a wing to the fish’s face.
“You can have it,” he says, dangling the key, “but it comes with a price.”
Stunfisk gulps as the head honcho begins to smile. “I don’t have money.”
“It’s not money I need. It’s your skill, the Camouflage move you have,” he explains.
“I’m listening,” the fish nods.
“Excellent.”
Umbreon looks from Noivern to the spotlight and then thinks of Flygon’s comment to Noivern from before--Flygon had said Noivern’s Dragon Pulse was the worst he’d seen. Noivern further had some sort of issue with Gothorita, but what? No, he thinks, dismiss it. Don’t make false accusations.
“Enjoy the food,” Aipom says, counting the change he got from Sylveon. The cheating Pokemon had robbed him of over three dollars. She drives a hard bargain. Aipom curses at her under his breath as she walks away into the stands. He keeps staring at her as he then hears a tapping on the window beside him.
“Eh, Ape, I got the bag of…popcorn you wanted,” a mysterious figure says from outside the building.
“Just set it on the windowsill and I’ll pick it up when I can. Get outta there, there are cops everywhere,” he mutters back.
Vaporeon sees Aipom taking the brown bag and immediately darts over to him. She screams at him to stop, she takes the brown bag, and she smacks Aipom across the face.
“Rare Candies? Really?”
“What? There’s nothing wrong with taking a Rare Candy!”
“Rare Candies are the equivalent of taking those vitamins for competitive players! Rare Candy products are banned in five of the six regions. I should have you arrested for the possession of them.”
Aipom freezes and slowly moves his tail to the back of Vaporeon’s head.
“But since we’re in a crisis situation, I’ll just confiscate them,” she says.
“Vaporeon, look out!” Umbreon yells as he jumps and slams Aipom with a Foul Play attack.
He gets a pair of handcuffs and cuffs Aipom’s tail to the leg of one of the chairs, which has its base screwed into the floor. Aipom tugs at the chain and frowns. He then sits in the chair and sighs.
When the two Pokemon left chatting, Aipom grins at their ignorance and uses his hands to undo the cuffs. He scurries out of view and hides.
“Thanks back there,” she smiles.
“Well I couldn’t let a damsel get defeated,” he teases.
“Don’t push it.”
With that, they separate paths and go back to work.
Carracosta slowly walks over to the DJ station and asks Electrike to take off his headphones.
“Um, hi?” Electrike says confusedly.
“Hey, now that both Flygon and Gothorita are gone, can you put on some rock music? No pun intended, by the way. I just love rock. Didja know I used to be in a band?”
“Never would’ve guessed,” Electrike mutters. “Look, pops, I’ll put on some rock for you, but don’t think we’re getting buddy-buddy here. I’m sick of these competitors and judges complaining about my music. Why I just had a Noivern ask if I could play classical music. As if!”
“He’s the artistic type. Go figure, right? Anyway, thanks for the music. You’re a good DJ.”
“You really think so?” Electrike grins, feeling bad for nagging on him.
“Sure.”
“Can I...talk to you, Vaporeon?” Feebas pleads.
“Of course you can,” she says.
“Okay, well, it’s about Stunfisk. He...he watches people. He watches them, judges them. Makes assumptions about them. He hid through this secret skill he has...and he was up there when Rhydon was down on the ground. I don’t know if he killed Gothorita, or why, but he was up there. He was up there!” she wails.
“O-okay, I will see what I can do with this. I’ll look for clues. Thank you for telling me.”
“No problem.”
As the two depart, Vaporeon hears a faint whisper in her ear: “bounty hunter.” She turns around, alarmed, and sees Feebas looking at her sympathetically.
“He’s watching...and waiting.”
“Waiting for what?” Vaporeon asks, but the fish already left the side of the stage.
Lopunny sits in her private room and puts little pink bows around the hair of her ears, making for a pretty performance. She sits up and walks out, with one bow slipping down onto the floor. Stunfisk reveals himself from the wall,takes the bow, and examines it. He then attempts to open Leavanny’s door with the old key, hears Leavanny coming down the hallway, and Camouflages to hide from him. Stunfisk runs to the backstage area and then runs off the side stairs to be out in the open. Leavanny sighs and goes in his room to make more costumes for the others.
Minun and Chandelure face each other on opposite sides of the stage. The screen above shows a divided chart, one side having Minun’s face and the other with Chandelure’s. There are two small yellow circles that resemble the “HP” each contestant has during the battle. Pidgeot begins to count down from three, to two, and then starts the word “one.”
With a thump, Noivern’s cold, dead body slams onto the ground and his head crunches upon impact. Minun screams and Chandelure faints from the move.
Minun looks at Noivern’s poor carcass. His body lies flat on the platform, but his head is smashed in from the pressure on his skull. Why did he fall from the catwalk?
Umbreon runs up on stage and sees the root of the cause: a small, pink ribbon strangling his throat. He announces the cause of death and Vaporeon jumps on stage.
“Leavanny, you murderer! You thought we wouldn’t think of the bow being under your care, being a stylist and all? I’m bringing you in for more questioning,” she says, and she brings Leavanny backstage.
Umbreon looks at the screen a moment and thinks. What is itching him? A screen, a broadcast…a broadcast! Security cameras!
“I’m a complete idiot,” he whispers. He runs up the stage and goes behind the curtains. He rushes down the hallway of the private rooms and finds the surveillance room. Umbreon opens the door. shuts it, and revolves the moveable knob to lock the door. He flicks the lights on and looks at the computer system.
Vivillon drains Chandelure of all his energy and declares him unable to battle, meaning Minun ultimately wins. Both Carracosta and Minun shout about the unfairness, but Chandelure is apparently unable to battle.
“It’s true,” she insists.
“That’s not fair! I demand a rematch.”
“You won, kid. Be grateful.”
“Why don’t we postpone their match? It’s only fair, the poor Pokemon just had a corpse nearly fall in his lap,” Carracosta begs.
“Or we could just cancel the whole tournament and worry about this serial killer,” Sylveon calls out from the crowd, getting a few mutters of agreement.
“Oh, no, no, no. We can’t cancel. Do you know how our viewership would plummet? We’re trending on DexBook right now!” Pidgeot calls out.
Everyone stares at him.
“Not a good time?”
Dead: Noivern
Accused: Leavanny (Twisted Turtwig)
Expect the possibility of a double murder in the next chapter or two. I think the twist may give some new development in certain characters, which is definitely needed. Thanks for reading!
IC:"I think canceling the tournament is a good idea. What makes Pidgeot so eager to advertise this killing spree?" says Sylveon, sitting next to Electrike. "Anyways, did you see Umbreon?" she blushes and walks off.
OOC: Wat? I didn't get killed? Wow....
OOC: Wat? I didn't get killed? Wow....
I just finished interrogating Leavanny, I'll reveal the answers later, when most of us are here.
@Pidgeot: You want to broadcast a serial killer to be popular...? Do you want candy, too?
@Sylveon: And now that you mention it, he's nowhere to be seen...Maybe he's up to something...
@Pidgeot: You want to broadcast a serial killer to be popular...? Do you want candy, too?
@Sylveon: And now that you mention it, he's nowhere to be seen...Maybe he's up to something...
Well with Noivern dead looks like I win my match by default. Not like he stood a chance anyway.
* Umbreon comes out from computer room at the sound of his name.
I'm simply doing my investigations, what's up?
Me?Vom said:
I'm simply doing my investigations, what's up?
Darling those blades don't need a move to effectively slice and dice someone.
Sylveon starts up with her thoughts. "So, currently, we have Gothorita, who apparently died of both a light smash and a popcorn choke. Flygon died of a attack, which was brutal," she shudders. "And now Noivern died of a choke with a ribbon.... interesting..."
I have nothing to report right now... You'd be the first to know if I did.Vom said:
Are you not conveniently covered in pink ribbons, like those found on the victim's body?raichulover11 said:
"Are you accusing me??" asks Sylveon. "But anyways, my body is NOT detachable.. and have you seen me with any claws or sharp appendages?"
raichulover11 said:
Not accusing, simply making an observation.
Sharp appendages? Last I checked, our species does have fangs and retractable claws.
"Well, yes, so anyone of us could have done it."
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