mayor's office

[mayfield_mods]

Who: Open for exploration. Mods will only be tagging back in one instance, however! First come first serve.
Where: The Mayor's Office.
When: Any time after the start of the event.
What: The Mayor's Office seems untouched by the devastation pervading Mayfield. The front door's open; will you head inside?
Warnings: Blood.

Comments

[pasodoble]

( ( Why is the Mayor's office still standing? It was strange, even to Spain, and he decided to investigate. For right now, he hasn't gotten very far, in fact, he's only at the door way, frozen in place and staring at the body. ) )

they need more CR

[doudemoe]

[Minato's already finished exploring all he can. There are some burn marks on his hand from when he tried to pry open one of the doors with his knife. Still in "silent berserk" mode, he almost would have passed by Spain if he had not been at the door.]

Hey.

yes, they do c:

[pasodoble]

( ( Spain snaps from his thoughts when he hears movement in the office. Ah, so he isn't alone, he realizes and he immediately puts himself on edge. Relief washes over him when he realizes who it is, ) )

Ah, Minato. How long have you been here?

[doudemoe]

Too long. There isn't anything useful here.

[Perhaps he shouldn't be relieved, as there's a slight dangerous edge to Minato's voice. It sounds like his usual "leader mode" tone, but with more grim determination.]

[pasodoble]

( ( What's an authoritative tone to Spain? Normally when he hears it, he feels a sudden need to siesta and get out of work but not now. He's on edge-- too worked up to even consider resting and aware that something needs to be done. ) )

So you didn't find anything? ( ( Spain looks over Minato, to see the lobby. ) ) . . . Have you searched the body?

[doudemoe]

[sigh]

Didn't get a chance to.

[pasodoble]

Bien, good. ( ( He would be worried if he had! Children shouldn't have to worry about searching corpses for information and valuables. . . . Actually, people shouldn't have to think about that at all but desperate times and desperate measures.

Spain approaches the body, kneeling down beside it. Before he begins his search, he bows his head in a brief, moment of silence, crosses himself, and promptly begins to poke at the pockets for any belongings. Finding nothing, he lets out a frustrated sigh. ) )

Nada. . . Did he leave a note?