Murder Mystery at the Masquerade

[Hunter568]

Hunter sighed in relief. Not another attack, then, as he had feared. He turned to Valentine and offered a quick goodbye. "I think you've answered all the questions I had for you. Thanks for your time, I hope I didn't upset you too much."


With that, he turned back to the servant and decided to take him up on his offer. "I'll want to follow you down, yes."

[Rayleonarde]

The servant nodded, and led Hunter to the basement. The tang of cordite and gunpowder hung thickly in the air. In one lane stood Ronnie, holding a smoking pistol. In the other, a stranger held an unchambered revolver. They were both wearing shooting gear.

[Hunter568]

Hunter stepped forward into the room, the sour-tasting air hitting his nostrils and causing him to blink rapidly or a few moments before getting used to it.


"I wasn't aware that this mansion had a shooting gallery," Hunter said, striding towards Ronnie. "Would you mind if I fired off a few rounds, too?" he asked politely. "I see you have some spare sets of ear muffs in the back."

[Rayleonarde]

"Dad's got a lot of secrets down here," Ronnie said with a chuckle. "S'why all the kids got different keys." The large raccoon removed his earmuffs, and hands them to Hunter. "G'head. If y'got a wheel-gun, put yer spents in the bucket."


Giuseppe, a rat, stood in his lane, dropping the spent cartridges in a bucket. He wore a slightly tattered coat atop a well-kept suit. He spoke up. "'Tective. 'Ow goes 'eh' 'vestigation?"