[Two dads and a wine aunt in a pillow fort prepared to fuck up some evidence. Cool.
Though before they get too far into more planning:]
-- Blanca. I still do not know how you have access to such information, so if you have a way of expressing your own innocence to me, I suggest you do it now. Given your stature and what little I know of you, you could have made the kill and put the body into the cannon, and are now using your temporary allegiance to have us hide evidence.
[It should be noted that nothing in Chiron's expression really suggests he believes this, and what emotion you can feel from him is mild. There are many, many holes in his argument, after all, but that's not really the point: he wants Blanca to face him for a moment, and assert his innocence if he is willing]
-- Ah, and also: does that knife have your fingerprints all over it? Should it be found and checked, even I will not be able to defend you from suspicion. In which case, it might be wise for us to consider wiping the prints.
[yes, he knows he is suggesting they really fuck up evidence, but hear him out:]
My group discovered two pairs of gloves, which is why I bring up the matter. The murderer, whatever weapon they used, might not have handled anything with their bare hands.
[Carefully, he ducks his head to let Hansa continue with the stupid fort without shocking the shit out of the two of them right in front of Chiron's very serious discussion.]
Don't get in trouble on my behalf, Hansa. Please.
[He lifts his head just enough to raise his eyes at Chiron.] And you either, Archer. I worry about implicating you. [The concern is real.] I--yes, unfortunately, I've touched it. So I would have to wipe it.
[He pauses.]
I was chosen to handle this job as a way to give us some assistance in finding who may have been behind the killings. I think because the first one was somewhat of a mess. I can stay awake, but there is only so much time during the night. I have to make sure I decide the best places to look for clues.
[Mm... the answer seems to satisfy Chiron, at least. Besides, Hansa has asked the question that was on his mind.
At most he will murmur to himself, tapping his chin:]
Indeed. You cannot die.
[That's why Chiron offered his room at all; a place where the knife will likely be found if the group needs to examine it, but in a way that will pull suspicion off of him.
No, more likely he will have to ask around, gain the trust of his peers, and either offer up his abilities as proof of his goodwill, or hope they trust him enough to offer the information in turn.
[Tapping at his chin in thought]
Are there specific rules to who you can tell, and who you can't? Or is it all at your discretion?
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Though before they get too far into more planning:]
-- Blanca. I still do not know how you have access to such information, so if you have a way of expressing your own innocence to me, I suggest you do it now. Given your stature and what little I know of you, you could have made the kill and put the body into the cannon, and are now using your temporary allegiance to have us hide evidence.
[It should be noted that nothing in Chiron's expression really suggests he believes this, and what emotion you can feel from him is mild. There are many, many holes in his argument, after all, but that's not really the point: he wants Blanca to face him for a moment, and assert his innocence if he is willing]
-- Ah, and also: does that knife have your fingerprints all over it? Should it be found and checked, even I will not be able to defend you from suspicion. In which case, it might be wise for us to consider wiping the prints.
[yes, he knows he is suggesting they really fuck up evidence, but hear him out:]
My group discovered two pairs of gloves, which is why I bring up the matter. The murderer, whatever weapon they used, might not have handled anything with their bare hands.
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Don't get in trouble on my behalf, Hansa. Please.
[He lifts his head just enough to raise his eyes at Chiron.] And you either, Archer. I worry about implicating you. [The concern is real.] I--yes, unfortunately, I've touched it. So I would have to wipe it.
[He pauses.]
I was chosen to handle this job as a way to give us some assistance in finding who may have been behind the killings. I think because the first one was somewhat of a mess. I can stay awake, but there is only so much time during the night. I have to make sure I decide the best places to look for clues.
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[He finally draws back from his work with a sigh.]
Wipe the knife, then. It can't be helped. [A beat.] Chosen by who, though? You haven't said as much yet, Blanca.
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At most he will murmur to himself, tapping his chin:]
Indeed. You cannot die.
[That's why Chiron offered his room at all; a place where the knife will likely be found if the group needs to examine it, but in a way that will pull suspicion off of him.
It will put his neck on the line, but...]
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My leader. They aren't a fan of violence or dying, so they've said.
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How nice of them. Do they have anyone else helping you? Its hard to believe they'd put it all on your shoulders.
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Yes, in fact, I wonder if each of the Leaders has someone whom they've offered extra privileges to.
[Hm]
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I asked them, but all they said was I would have to find out.
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[Tapping at his chin in thought]
Are there specific rules to who you can tell, and who you can't? Or is it all at your discretion?
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[He shakes his head.]
There are no written rules, but it doesn't mean I won't be punished if I am careless.