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| The Colour of Money; Béringer Mystery #001 | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 27 2014, 04:51 PM (120 Views) | |
| Inspector Béringer | Sep 27 2014, 04:51 PM Post #1 |
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Spring, 8AR To what ends would a person go for money? Small pieces of metal with a value attributed to them. People killed and died for it, did the most terrible things imaginable, and for what? A few coins more? The difference between having a hot meal and a bed, or neither? For as long as he could ponder the physical mysteries before him, Béringer felt that perhaps the mystery behind the human soul would would forever elude him. --- It was a hazy night in Madrid, the fog clinging to the ground like an over-affectionate dog to a man's lap. In these small hours the morning, the only noise to be found was with the drunks stumbling home, and sometimes, into each other. The residents asleep in their beds were about to be very alarmed by the explosion about to thunder through the city. The boom vibrated down the streets, shattering windows close to the epicentre, close to the merchant district. Flames were fiercely licking up from the basement of one of the lesser alchemy guilds, the fire looking hungry and ready to consume the entire building. People rushed out their houses to find they couldn't see a thing save an orange glow in the distance, as the smoke mixed with the fog to create an impenetrable screen. Some of them couldn't even find their way back to their own house. --- By the time the Inspector arrived at the scene, the fog had lifted, the sun was starting to rise and the fire had mostly burned itself out. Every so often, the fire had reached some mad chemical concoction in the storage and the building erupted in a flames of varying vivid colours, prompting oohs and cheers from the gathered crowd, but that hadn't happened for a while and the audience was starting to thin out, as some of them realised they needed to go to work in the morning and had to think up an excuse. Jacques had trotted there as fast as his tiny legs would take him, and Béringer had almost fallen off once, but they were there in one piece. Now he trotted up to to smoking debris of the building that the town guards were trying to secure and pick through. "Zis was no ordinary fire, I do not think," he said, to no one in particular, "We shall sniff around, and see what we shall find." He directed Jacques to where a group of town guards were pulling away rubble from the entrance to what had been the basement, the building having sagged inwardly. As they pulled out pieces to get to the empty chamber below, one of them asked if this was entirely safe and was roundly ignored. Brick by brick, they peeled away to the source of the explosion, until at last, they reached empty space, smoke escaping out of it. After some time to let the air clear they peered inside, the Inspector and Jacques having snuck up behind them and peering in too. At the back, catching the sun, something glimmered. It was partially melted, but it was unmistakeable - it was a human figure cast entirely in gold. "AHA!", shouted Béringer, as Jacques barked happily in response, to the alarm of everyone nearby, "Ladies and Gentleman, do not be alarmed by what it is that I am about to be telling you, but I believe there has been... a MURDER!" Edited by Inspector Béringer, Sep 27 2014, 04:53 PM.
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