𝚆𝙺𝙰 × 𝙻𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙱 : 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾

welcome fellow dailees to the intro of our four part story !

rules :

• find the murderers

• the motive

• bonus points for guessing the victims ^ ^

prizes :

• 1st - 300 acs + first place event title

• 2nd - 200 acs + second place event title

• 3rd - 100 acs

note :

• pm the leaders to send in your answer starting from PART ONE. 1 guess per PART, so use your chance wisely.

• you can work as a solo OR a team, but for the latter, you will have to split your coin prize and only the leader will get the event title (again we are very flexible so stay tuned :eyes: )

• both loona & weeekly are in the story~

let the story begin...

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" the beginning of the end "

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   The blast shook the souls out of the inhabitants

    as it came into to ground, pieces of space

    rock-like shrapnel ripping through the screaming

    people as the crowd quickly dispersed. Pools of

    blood began to seep into the dry, cracked earth as

    bodies fell like dominoes to the ground, some of

    them barely breathing as they were crushed by the

    fallen bodies.

   A cloaked figure stepped down from her pod,

    stomping on an unworthy civilian as he tried to

    grab her by her legs to get any sort of help. With a

    motion of her hand, the civilian contorted to all

    fours as his literal human biology was

    manipulated till he resembled a rabbit stripped off

    its skin and fur by a menacing predator.

   Putting on the finishing touches of impaling the

    abomination on a nearby light pole, the cloaked

    figure made her way to the villa complex which

    barely withstood the onslaught of the meteor

    strikes. The once pristine white walls are now a

    sandy red, the swimming pool all dried out by the

    heat the meteors brought with them, and the

    stone gate blocking the cloaked girl to her target

    was since reduced into ashes. What's left of the

    lush, well-kept garden are up in flames, creating

    the perfect backdrop for the impending doom that

    was coming.

   Smiling to herself, she made her way to the door

    of the villa, and as she pushed the heavy door

    open, black butterflies spilled out from the

    opening, barely flying and almost slithering on the

    floor as another girl slumped out into the cloaked

    girl's arms. A bright purple emitted from the

    hallway, following with a gasp and a shriek. The

    head of the house laid in front of the now wrecked

    fireplace, blood coloring the white feathers around    

    her a deep crimson red. A sob could be heard, the

    purple light shining brighter as wails bounced off

    the cracked walls of the devasted villa.

   The inevitable has happened.

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   The Council of Twelve sat together in the hall,

    facing the accused who was standing in the    

    middle, refusing to let go of what's left of the

    wolf's battered body, scorched by the Sun's rays.

    "She has answered for her sins, you as her

    accomplice will be exiled to harsh, sandy  

    isolation. You will never come back to Earth, so

    repent and live your sins every day in that Hell."

    The accused shot a menacing glare at the docile

    Council member who dared to speak up and

    deliver her supposed sentence. Who did she think

    she is, to speak down to the eventual Harbinger of

    Doom? She found herself separated from the

    body and in front of her, the body was

    unceremoniously dumped in on the roaring fire,

    her screams so loud that one of the guards had to

    pin her to the hard marble floor. She ed

    the face of the two guards pinning her down, she

    ed everybody that was present that day,

    however at the corner she could make out a small

    Council member around the same height as her.

    The girl was wiping her tear-stricken face as tears

    continued to drop with the sight of the body

    turning into ash.

    She ed her all too well, as she was one

    of the responsible for her transport to

    exile. As the timer was counting down for her to

    be literally shot through space to the dreaded

    planet with no protective clothing or any

    resources to bring with her, the girl grabbed her

    hand with such force that she winced in pain, and

    she felt pieces of paper slipped into her fist. Still

    shocked, she watched as the girl left her to the

    console, trembling hand reluctantly pushing the

    glowing blue button. In a flash, she was being

    flung out of her home in light speed, her skin

    burning as she shot through the atmosphere, her

    wails droning out as she left Earth and floated

    away to the neighboring planet. Three flashes of

    red, blue and purple circled the floating figure and

    guided it to the dreaded hell of a planet.

   She would have settled for a quick death, but

    because of that crude remark, the poor girl laid on

    the red sand, skin tattered and bloody. Taking in

    shallow breaths as her only friend appeared

    beside her in a cloud of smoke scrambled to pick

    her up and carry her into a small dwelling carved

    out from volcanic rock. Settling her on the cold

    rock, the one-half of the acclaimed Travelers

    tended to her extensive injuries. She's thankful

    that there was at least an indifferent class in the

    galactic society, and that was the Travelers, who

    were free to act however they pleased in the

    Universe. There was one weakness she knew all

    too well - the Travelers are very vulnerable to act in

    any way that is "best for the Universe", and even

    thought she had nothing against them, she will

    exploit that to the fullest.

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