first investigation.

[thevisitors]

[Today's a still morning, mostly sunny with a few clouds in the sky here and there. It's chilly, peaking at 39F, and the birds chirping are likely what woke you up, like every morning thus far.

There's kind of a faint smell of... something metallic in the air when you step out of your cabins. But surely that can't be anything bad, right?


...maybe you should go out and check.]

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[pegathesis]

[The thing is, things like this don't happen often in Equestria. Of course ponies die, everything dies. It's just the natural order of things. But with magic and everything else, something as grisly as a brutal murder like this one just never sees the light of day. Ponies have a way of keeping that sort of thing under wraps, putting it in the hooves or paws of someone more equipped to deal with it.

She looks over to Cheryl with a little start when she feels her hand, but she doesn't say anything, her eyes welled with tears she hasn't even comprehended yet. She's rooted to the spot, frozen, like an animal stuck between fight or flight.]

[whohastimefortears]

[Goddamnit what the hell how did she end up like this?

Cheryl kneels down next to her and pulls in close in a really awkward hug.]

Don't look.

[pegathesis]

[Twilight doesn't mind the hug, actually, she just feels terrible that she literally doesn't know how she should be reacting to this right now. She's coiled taught like a spring, her entire body tense and shaking and she feels like she's seconds from just running and never looking back, but she still can't move.]

C-cheryl, I...I'm sorry-

[What's she sorry for, she doesn't know, words are just leaving her mouth with no actual meaning]

[whohastimefortears]

You didn't do anything, Twilight. It's okay...

[It's not okay, but gosh please don't blame yourself small horse. She stands up again to try and encourage to move.]

C'mon let's get away from here.

[pegathesis]

[Twilight's horn continues to glow even while she's not concentrating on making it do so, so everything in the graveyard is cast in horrible shadow and it's making it for even less of a place she wants to be right now.

She's already had the frantic conversation of what to do about Hux with Watson, about how if maybe she stayed she could help him somehow with her (non-working) magic, but...

She just nods, once. She'd like to not be here anymore.]

[whohastimefortears]

[Cheryl's gonna go with her to make sure she's okay. Her friend horse is in despair and she hates it. Good luck yall.]