[Unlike everyone else, Renart is well aware of Monty's preferences when it comes to meat she's hunted down. She isn't leaving a dead boar outside their home for him to skin and butcher on his own, she'll be taking care of that messy business, taking the resulting meat and bones back to their home and saran-wrapping most of it. It's all getting shoved into the fridge and freezer, ready for Monty to cook with when he pleases.]
It would bring some entertainment. The Society Pages here seem not to exist, yet. Would you like to be the reason for them, my dear Renart?
She'd seen her just that fateful morn
to fix the dress the girl had torn
upon some bush or rose's thorn
the day before her last.
The constables, they thought, indeed,
with this new clue they might succeed.
But 'twas a cold and empty lead
to any suspect yet.
[He smirks, impressed.]
I see, though, now, you're keen upon
our governess, the good Ms. Swan.
Had you been there things might have gone
a very different way.
But hear me out for one more man,
then make your judgement--[Monty chuckles]--do your scan
I should be delighted if you can
explain it all to me.
to fix the dress the girl had torn
upon some bush or rose's thorn
the day before her last.
The constables, they thought, indeed,
with this new clue they might succeed.
But 'twas a cold and empty lead
to any suspect yet.
[He smirks, impressed.]
I see, though, now, you're keen upon
our governess, the good Ms. Swan.
Had you been there things might have gone
a very different way.
But hear me out for one more man,
then make your judgement--[Monty chuckles]--do your scan
I should be delighted if you can
explain it all to me.
[Just a single, simple note in Monty's mailbox.]
Thanks for the push.
-Pokey Minch
Thanks for the push.
-Pokey Minch
I want you to tell me of more than one more man, though I'd be glad to hear the case against him as well.
[Obviously not a solid case, or they wouldn't be here.]
Tell me anything you know of the girl's disposition, of the governness' family life, and of the sister.
[Obviously not a solid case, or they wouldn't be here.]
Tell me anything you know of the girl's disposition, of the governness' family life, and of the sister.
[The returned message is accompanied by a bottle of white wine.]
Best of luck!
-Monty Navarro
Best of luck!
-Monty Navarro
Shall I tell everyone you've been seen skinny dipping at all hours of the day? Or perhaps that you've taken to the drink.
Perhaps. We might discover who the voyeurs are, constantly hanging about the lake and watching for you. [Actually... that's not a terrible tactic.] I should disguise my handwriting, though. The better to keep the rumor mill running for who's been watching you already.
[Monty considers for a moment which to discuss first before nodding.]
A disposition general,
dear friends there were some several
a nature kind and ven'rable
our youngest girl did have.
She had an awesome aptitude
and if you will not think me rude
'twas said that she was often viewed
the better of the lot.
Her sister tall and dour,
the sort to seethe and glower
o'er some brighter flower
or it rumored was.
I think perhaps they thought,
though the relationship was fraught,
two sisters raised from tots
would never fight that way.
And the governess, Ms. Swan?
An older woman, drawn.
I think some said she would fawn
upon the elder girl?
At least until some row
about the boys she would allow
came down to why and how
some would not be let in.
A disposition general,
dear friends there were some several
a nature kind and ven'rable
our youngest girl did have.
She had an awesome aptitude
and if you will not think me rude
'twas said that she was often viewed
the better of the lot.
Her sister tall and dour,
the sort to seethe and glower
o'er some brighter flower
or it rumored was.
I think perhaps they thought,
though the relationship was fraught,
two sisters raised from tots
would never fight that way.
And the governess, Ms. Swan?
An older woman, drawn.
I think some said she would fawn
upon the elder girl?
At least until some row
about the boys she would allow
came down to why and how
some would not be let in.
[Though song is hardly the ideal medium to get this information, he can look past that in the excitement of finally being able to start slotting the pieces together. It's not as easy as if he had actually been there, and there's a far greater possibility for error when all he has to go on is a second hand witness statement, but he's beginning to see the whole picture.
He closes his eyes, allowing himself to immerse in the scene and pick out the various players around him, labelling them with what he knows. His voice is a murmur, only half attentive now to Monty.]
The man you mentioned, if you please.
He closes his eyes, allowing himself to immerse in the scene and pick out the various players around him, labelling them with what he knows. His voice is a murmur, only half attentive now to Monty.]
The man you mentioned, if you please.
There are a remarkable number of people with magical senses, even beyond those of Between. I suppose Ienzo would know if he's anything like Zexion. [The man who can sniff out Darkness.]
But talking of scents, you are delightfully distracting. If you'd like to smell dinner any time soon, though... [He makes a shooing motion.]
But talking of scents, you are delightfully distracting. If you'd like to smell dinner any time soon, though... [He makes a shooing motion.]
Edited 2017-10-20 04:33 (UTC)
Sorry this is going slowly. Songs are... harder when you're trying to do a coherent narrative. 8')b
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poisoninmypocket
2017-10-31 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
The farmer, yes, he constituted
the final suspect whom they rooted
and the one they finally prosecuted
for the wicked, wicked deed.
But nothing's right within our force
he was, you see, let go, of course,
upon the finding that his horse
was taken ill that day.
He was the farmer nearest to the wood where Ms. Melvin's body was found. And who should better have had the twine used at hand than a vegetable farmer? The police investigated him, arrested him, put him on trial. They thought they might have their man! But alas, it was found that while our good Ms. Melvin was being slain, Mr. Sykes was off and away at the veterinarian having his workhorse seen to. Or so it was testified.
[Monty grins.]
But one final twist, I think you'll like:
there was some harsh and bitter strife
between the Melvins and the Sykes
about some wretched thing.
A dispute on lands they both claimed theirs
for kith and kindred through the years
so on and on here fought the heirs
of the Melvins and the Sykes.
the final suspect whom they rooted
and the one they finally prosecuted
for the wicked, wicked deed.
But nothing's right within our force
he was, you see, let go, of course,
upon the finding that his horse
was taken ill that day.
He was the farmer nearest to the wood where Ms. Melvin's body was found. And who should better have had the twine used at hand than a vegetable farmer? The police investigated him, arrested him, put him on trial. They thought they might have their man! But alas, it was found that while our good Ms. Melvin was being slain, Mr. Sykes was off and away at the veterinarian having his workhorse seen to. Or so it was testified.
[Monty grins.]
But one final twist, I think you'll like:
there was some harsh and bitter strife
between the Melvins and the Sykes
about some wretched thing.
A dispute on lands they both claimed theirs
for kith and kindred through the years
so on and on here fought the heirs
of the Melvins and the Sykes.
A harsh and bitter strife, perhaps, but that does not mean that it would lead to murder. Especially not the murder of the younger daughter, it would make far more sense to kill the son to ruin the family business.
[Just the police bungling again and reaching for straws.]
I believe I have the picture of the scene, I only wish to know one more thing. Do you know how the young girl was dressed when her body was recovered?
[Just the police bungling again and reaching for straws.]
I believe I have the picture of the scene, I only wish to know one more thing. Do you know how the young girl was dressed when her body was recovered?
[The snowfall is still a few weeks away, but in one of the day's coming up Monty will find a neatly wrapped bundle tucked on his front porch. Opening it will reveal a few things - a pair of knit mittens, a scarf, and a simple knit hat. They are all made of very soft, pale yarn and are all very simple. The only embellishment is on the scarf - a simple, stylized applique of a sword stitched into one of the corners.
The package is simply labelled with "Monty" written on the paper in Xanthous' typical yellow pen. The attached note reads:]
For the upcomiing wiinter.
-Xanthou2
The package is simply labelled with "Monty" written on the paper in Xanthous' typical yellow pen. The attached note reads:]
For the upcomiing wiinter.
-Xanthou2
[What comes back to Xanthous a few days later is a pink, diamond-shaped pillow, a red, heart-shaped pillow, a black, spade-shaped pillow, and a gray, club-shaped pillow. They're clearly hand-sewn and stuffed with feathers. The attached note reads:]
I know not if you've quadrants filled with lovers, but something to share with them, if you do. Happy Christmas.
-Monty
I know not if you've quadrants filled with lovers, but something to share with them, if you do. Happy Christmas.
-Monty
Edited 2017-12-09 21:58 (UTC)
I'M SORRY I LOST THIS TAG ALONG WITH LIKE FIVE OTHERS! D8
poisoninmypocket
2017-12-10 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Monty inclines his head, well ready to accept the police bungling their case as a legitimate answer. They'd failed to solve the murder after all. There's only a little more left and he raises a hand.]
As I said at the first, Mr. Detective,
she was found in the dress so selected
by the governess whose objective
was to fix the blighted thing.
Ms. Swan had mended it that very day
before our girl went off to play
and see her end when she did stray
within those deadly woods.
It was a very nice dress by the look of it in the papers. Not the sort one would think a young lady might go running off in the woods in. I couldn't tell you much beyond that, though.
As I said at the first, Mr. Detective,
she was found in the dress so selected
by the governess whose objective
was to fix the blighted thing.
Ms. Swan had mended it that very day
before our girl went off to play
and see her end when she did stray
within those deadly woods.
It was a very nice dress by the look of it in the papers. Not the sort one would think a young lady might go running off in the woods in. I couldn't tell you much beyond that, though.
[Of course he had mentioned it, careless of Sherlock to forget so quickly. He could blame the odd form that this questioning is taking, but the fault is still his for letting the information slip away.]
Thank you.
[Seems simple enough now that he has all the pieces, he can see it play out in his head.]
It seems fairly evident that the elder sister is to blame. Jealousy for her younger sister's looks and aptitude, the adoration she had from others. The sister was older, nearing the age of courtship, yet homely and unlikely to make a good match. Worry over this likely made her more bitter to her sister, and a row simply grew out of hand. Such an intense passion as jealousy often creates a frenzied attack, and stabbing is a way to mar any physical perfections.
Thank you.
[Seems simple enough now that he has all the pieces, he can see it play out in his head.]
It seems fairly evident that the elder sister is to blame. Jealousy for her younger sister's looks and aptitude, the adoration she had from others. The sister was older, nearing the age of courtship, yet homely and unlikely to make a good match. Worry over this likely made her more bitter to her sister, and a row simply grew out of hand. Such an intense passion as jealousy often creates a frenzied attack, and stabbing is a way to mar any physical perfections.
[The music seems to have concluded along with the mystery, at least.]
Remarkable! You don't fancy the governess for the killer? I had my thoughts upon her, truly.
[He's perfectly thrilled to be wrong and have it explained why.]
Remarkable! You don't fancy the governess for the killer? I had my thoughts upon her, truly.
[He's perfectly thrilled to be wrong and have it explained why.]
No. She's of the lower class and would have a greater respect for the consequences, possibly having had brushes with the law before. Those of a higher class tend to believe themselves above consequences, sometimes accurately, and therefore it's more likely that a sudden passion would have overcome the better sense of the sister than the governess.
[He shrugs, hands spreading.]
Though the governess was still a much more intelligent guess than that of the three poor fools the police interrogated.
[He shrugs, hands spreading.]
Though the governess was still a much more intelligent guess than that of the three poor fools the police interrogated.
[It's praise, even if it's faint praise. Monty smiles.]
How very true. I've noticed the higher class has a marked penchant for assuming money might resolve their troubles in any event.
[His smile turns just a little wicked. He'd enjoyed disabusing the D'Ysquiths of that notion, even at the cost of nearly losing his reputation and his life. That expression resolves after only a moment, though.]
In any case, I hope my case provided some mild diversion for you, as did my riddle. You've solved both, though. I shan't keep you any longer if you've places to be.
[Much as he might like to keep him... draw him into his bedroom, perhaps. But he'll wait for a moment when he's well and truly impressed Sherlock to dare that kind of proposition.]
How very true. I've noticed the higher class has a marked penchant for assuming money might resolve their troubles in any event.
[His smile turns just a little wicked. He'd enjoyed disabusing the D'Ysquiths of that notion, even at the cost of nearly losing his reputation and his life. That expression resolves after only a moment, though.]
In any case, I hope my case provided some mild diversion for you, as did my riddle. You've solved both, though. I shan't keep you any longer if you've places to be.
[Much as he might like to keep him... draw him into his bedroom, perhaps. But he'll wait for a moment when he's well and truly impressed Sherlock to dare that kind of proposition.]
[He doesn't, but now that the case is solved there's nothing left but small talk and he really hates that part of any interaction. So he nods as if he really is a busy man, and not a detective trapped in a town with no crime and too much livestock, and heads for the door.]
Most distracting, thank you. Feel free to send me any further cases that you have trouble with; that is, after all, my job.
Most distracting, thank you. Feel free to send me any further cases that you have trouble with; that is, after all, my job.
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