Sutoratosu

It's all in the name of character development for Ethic. Hell, I've twisted details and given him false information on a lot of things just for this sake. Like how he thinks Kenny was the one who got him away from the prison. It obviously wasn't, the Phantom did. He thinks he has yet to find Taylor's killer yet. But yet he has. you see Ty, I'm having Ethic go through this to make him a bit more real. that little comment he made while frenzied about Ixidor being satan? Well, some of that thought process stuck with him. his injuries from the glass prison coupled with near brain death from then has resulted in some of his memoeries of what occured directly before that to be flawed, like how Ixidor said that he didn't mean for this to happen, Ethic has forgoteen that was said. he has forgoten what he thought following that. he has forgotten the hermit showing him the dark side of Ixidor high-jacking the glass. In other words, Ixidor, Ethic's main reason for what he thinks and does when it comes to Ixidor or things relating to him, is not because of those cards that were destroyed, that motivation will be gone shortly after this... It's because that with recent conversations, he has begun to believe that Ixidor was out to cause harm from the very beginning, that he meant to do everything he has done, even though that's not the truth, that is what that Young Man believes, and so for him, that is the reality of what's been going on. I appologize that it happened to be you who had a character who so happened to be usable for this end, I truly am sorry, but the same would've resulted if it had been anyone else. Ethic is angry and hateful towards Ix because he believed that Ixidor was never his friend in the first place, just someone who was out to get him and Kenny. And he feels betrayed by that and shameful that he fell for it at all. and to Ethic, Betrayal is the greatest crime a person can commit. again, truly sorry, but would you like some cake out of consolation?

"Halt!" the general called, he'd seen enough to make his judgement. *all of the GAOs stopped where they are and looked up at McCarthy* "I have seen enough. You both pass this portion." he tapped his pin, bringing the list one last time. "Logan walker," he began "And Kenneth Holmes! step forward and begin!"

all he needs is for Mr.Taylor to point out a face to go with the name... enough on that though. @Supernovae, figured I'd put in a bit of foreshadowing in there while he was making his request....

"I honestly have no idea, my dear boy. But, if I don't try it out, then I won't be able to do it for sure, so let's give it a shot. Now what did you have in mind for me to try it out on?" Ethic turned away from Mr.Taylor for a minute thinking Should I really tell him? he asked himself mentallly... Lucian answered I don't see any reason why you can't trust him.... besides, He just told you about how he died, so why can't you tell about what happened with Ixidor? Ethic turned back to Mr.Taylor... "All right..." the young man began "Mr.Taylor... I told you all earlier that Ixidor... had betrayed me and Kenny earlier..." He looked to the ceiling, trying to choose his words very carefully for some reason he didn't quite know himself. "It was when the three of us were travelling together.... in fact..." He turned to puddle of Mr.Taylor's blood "It was right after we found this place right here and the Hermit Arcana showed me your agonized face as you died... but that's all it showed me..." He turned back to the Elderly man "That she-wolf that chased us a while ago... well, right after we found this place is when I first encountered it... I knew something was wrong... and so I had Kenny open a portal to get us out of there..." He paused for a while... the memories were still very fresh in his mind... and too vivid. "just as Ix... I mean, Ixidor, was about to walk through to join Kenny on the otherside, the Wolf came out of nowhere and grabbed Ixidor and dragged him off... I went after it and so did Kenny... we found it... Ixidor had somehow managed to get out of it's jaws and was running away..." He paused again, reliving the memory as he told it... he felt something now that he hadn't known he'd felt back then; it was fear... no, it was stronger than mere fear... this emotion was terror. he began shaking a little as he continued "Me and Kenny.. we worked together to try and fight that thing... then I told him and Ixidor to get away, I was gonna try to fight that thing on my own in order to buy them time..." He forced himself to stop shaking. it was shameful to display such rampant fear. He laughed a little, looking down at his feet "Yeah, buying time... that seems to be all I'm good for it seems..." he looked back up at Mr.Taylor "Excuse me, All I was good for.... now that my powers are worthless... So am I." Lucian protested in his mind Stop that self pitying, if you were worthless, you would've died... and not have simply come back from the brink of it, even in this place. Ethic took Lucian's advice and ended the thought train, looking back up at Mr.Taylor "Sorry about that just now... Anyways, Long story short, my power couldn't hit the wolf, it was too agile... then it just, dissapeared... and this huge blood red scorpion thing was charging at me..." His voice began to rise a little as he called more of the memory up. "Ixidor had drawn it... After I had saved the little shit's life, twice, I might add, he drew up that thing and it came at me just like the lion you lured off did. I'm almost certain that he was trying to kill me now." a surge of energy began coursing through him as he let his anger rise even more, unchecked. "it was taken care of.... then you know what happened? some guy comes running up to us out of nowhere, shouting about how some older man had been murdered; stabbed, he said to us.... having seen your... death face... I got a bit suspicious... i asked the guy some questions. while I was in the middle of that..." the surge grew stronger as the memory of what happened next tore through his mind and he relived the pain and agony of what followed, the pain of the glass tearing into his flesh and the agony of having the most precious thing in the world taken from him. his voice again fell to just above a whisper as his anger from then made resurgence now. "Ixidor conjured up some glass prison from his sketch pad... and he tried to kill me and Kenny..." He walked a bit closer to Mr.Taylor as he continued, his anger dangerously hot now... Ethic didn't won't to be getting any closer to the elderly man, he was afraid of what he might do in his current state of mind... but he couldn't stop himself.... He heard Lucian again "GET THE F*CK OUT OF HERE YOU LITTLE TROLL!" He heard a familiar voice as his legs stopped moving forward "Damn you... ruining my fun..." Ethic ignored this exchange in his mind as he continued to explain what happened, his fury causing energy to flow off him and flare off like before. "And do you know what he said to me, Mr.Taylor... what he shouted out before it happened? I'll tell you, sir..." He turned his head, something red had caught his eye in another Aisle... as well as a strange shine... he saw the rubble of the glass prison. "He shouted 'I did it!' like the little bastard was proud of what he was about to do to me and Kenny... that's when glass started fyling off the prison... it hit me and kenny everywhere... it was horrible... it was like someone had opened fire on me with a tommy-gun at close range... then I fell to the floor face first... and bled out...then I died... or almost... Kenny sacrificed himself inorder to bring me back from the brink and save me from the trap..." he had reached his boiling point. he turned to the place where the remains of the glass were "And you now where it happened, Mr.Taylor...? You want me... to show you...? IT WAS RIGHT THERE, JUST IN THE NEXT AISLE." He threw his arm up, pointing in the direction to show mr.taylor, then flinching as his sight was engulfed by an illuminated pathway surrounded in darkness, he felt himself flying over it, a scarlet light appearing as he flew faster and faster... he collided into the pulsing light and was engulfed... his sight returned a second later as he watched a small shower of angry sparks issue forth from his outstrectched hand, which was glowing with white Invokaction energy. they created a small blizzard of embers in the air before dying out. He stumbled back wards a few steps, startled at what he had just done, lucian spoke a loud "Mother of God... What you just did..." his anger was replaced by shock as Ethic looked down at his hand, which pulsated with a fading warmth... he thrust out his hand again like he had before, trying to see if he could do it again... Nothing happened. the energy surging within him retreated back gradually, causing the white glow to fade like a light bulb dying... "W-what the hell did I just do?" he asked himself as he stared at his palms. "Lucian, what the hell did I JUST DO!?" he called out, his voice rising as he felt panic beginning to set in. Lucian answered, speaking aloud once again "Calm down, you... I'll have to check to see how you just did... that, actually... I'll go do that. you calm yourself and finish what you were saying before..." Ethic forced the panic to go away, calming himself as he felt Lucian leave his mind and go off somewhere... He looked to Mr.Taylor, somewhat Sheepish at what just happened. "Um... sorry bout that too, I guess..." He began uneasily "Guess I should explain who that was talking just now; his name is Lucian, and he was the former Keeper of the Arcana... until some... stuff happened and he abdicated to join me... all the Arcana have keepers, which are pretty much entitys or people taksed with watching over them or something..." He shrugged a little "I don't really know myself what it means, but anyways... let's just get back to what I was saying before..." Ethic pointed to the remains of the Glass again, this time seeing that the floor around it was speckled in red, even from this distance, he could see it. he knew from where it was located in relation to the prison that it probably came out of himself. "Anyways... after I came back from the... the brink, I found my jacket destroyed... I found the Arcana cards destroyed..." He let his arm fall to his side. "That's when I knew... when I knew what kind of person Ixidor must really be." He turned to mr.taylor, a look of deep sorrow in his eyes as he tried once again to picture his mother's face like he had often before coming to this hell hole of a place. and like every other time, he failed to do it. He spoke, his voice a bit uneven "Those cards... Mr.Taylor, those cards weren't just simple Tarot or Playing cards... not to me, at least..." He turned back to look at the pile...seeing the shiny slips actually still there... despite his trying hard not to, he felt a tear in his eye. "Those cards... they were the last thing I had left to remember my mother by. She died when I was just a little kid... barely six... I can't remember her talking to me as she taught me about the Tarot... but it's spotty... and I can't even remember her face" he turned back to the old man, making no effort to hide the tears now steadily flowing down his cheeks, for some reason, he felt it to be alright if he stopped trying to look strong in front of Mr.Taylor... stopped the Act he had been putting on since the prison incident... the act of looking like he was not being torn emotionally at what happenend. "I hate my father, I'll tell you that right now, and I won't feel any shame about it. He's an arrogant prick who thinks he always knows whats best for everyone... but I've seen him sometimes... late at night... curled up with a bottle of vintage Murlow while crying in his bedroom. I don't really remember what he was like before my Mom died... but I'm sure he became a worse man after it happened... He killed her... not like murdering her, but his actions led to her dying... at home, my grandfather and a few of my cousins were the only people I was really close to..." Ethic laughed a little bit as he thought of something "You know, Mr.Taylor, you remind me alot of him for some reason... except that he didn't come back when he died... he didn't get a Messiah-like resurrection. He ran a business, it was a small shop for those interested in the metaphysical side of things... started it about fifty years ago... it was just a simple store on the corner... but it eventually grew into something much bigger... A lot of folks now a days think that it's all horse shit... but I knew it wasn't, whenever he talked to me about running the shop or I saw him talking to clientele like he knew them... every movement he made spoke to how much he believed that what he was doing was helping people... He taught me how to run the shop... since, with my Mom gone... he had to teach the next generation himself... then he died when I was sixteen... and my Father, with all his arrogance, took over the store's operation, he had no idea what so ever what he was doing. he drove the regulars away with simple, stupid mistakes that would've been avoided if he had listened when I told him not to do something... I knew how to run the place..." He turned away "He didn't. and that was ultimately the fact at the end of the day, and he knew. but I was still a minor... so for the next two years, there was nothing I could do... over time, he made more and more bad decisions for the business... we started going under... our profit margin fell by three-hundred percent in one year... had to go to the bank myself along with my cousin in order to get a loan to keep us going... tried even harder once I turned 18 to try and save the business... try to council him even more about what he was doing... but the bastard still didn't want to listen, even when the lights started flicker because we had to skimp a few bucks on the electric bill each month... then the day came... the day when I got up in the morning and saw the foreclosure notice on the front door..." He turned back to face the old man once again "Naturally, with our profits steadily falling along with our income, we couldn't pay the bills, let alone pay off the loan we got to keep the place afloat... and so the bank... forclosed... said we had eight-teen months to either pay off the debt or be out of there..." Ethic smirked alittle "And you know what I did, Mr.Taylor? when I saw that red slip of paper tucked into the door handle? I stormed up stairs into his bed room, I tossed the slip at him. and then I said this to him: "See this? this is what happened because you can't listen worth a damn! because you think you fucking know everything!" and then I stormed out of there, packed my bag, and left the place. my cousins asked where I was going... I told them I was going to find a way to save the family business... and I told them to stall the bank for as long as they could..." He stepped forward a little, wiping away his tears "So you see that's why I left home and started traveling a year ago: to do that. Mr.Taylor, what I'm meaning to ask you with all of this is this: Could you bring back an object from the past and superimpose it into the present..." He walked over to the rubble, kicking it out of the way noisily and picking up the glossy strips of what was left of the Arcana. he walked back to Mr.Taylor, the shreds in his hands. "What I want to ask you... is if you could bring back the Tarot Deck that once belonged to my mother." he stood there, hoping the old man would say yes.

after he had walked a few blocks away from the Airport, Anver found himself at the edge of Time Square. being in the place brought back the memory of the day he had become... whatever the hell he was now... To think... He thought to himself That day... everything changed for me... He stared up at the spire over head in the distance.... the thing that had shot up from the ground. it looked pretty much the same now as when he had seen it then... excepting the fact that there was now a Government presence ever in the area of it. He couldn't explain it... but for some reason, he felt a strange... yearning almost, like something calling out to him in his very soul... calling for him to go to the Pillar.... He pushed away the feeling, it disappeared as quickly as it had come. he turned around and walked away from Time Square, away from the strange structure that had started all of this. he walked off down the street, the surroundings becoming more and more familiar as he walked more... he knew that he was in the higher-end part of the City, where those with money or power lived. he stopped at one building in particular, gazing into the impressive lobby through the glass doors and stealing a peek at the square box with various drawers and numbers on it, located just beside the Elevator. He saw what he had been searching for. Mailbox 04 looks like they're still in the apartment... He took solace in knowing that he was now close to his family... but was actually a little annoyed that Sandra hadn't taken Mia and Rose somewhere else for safety.... still, at least he knew where they were now... And he intended to visit. it had been how long? He couldn't even remember... Months, maybe? he walked further down the street, slipping into the Alley way on the side of the building, his eyes immediately falling on the ancient fire escape that he had used to get away that night when he began his life as a Fugitive. he went over to the old, rust covered ladder that dropped down to ground level from the structure, Staring upwards. Well... looks like I'm going to have to go back up this old thing... Hop it doesn't give out on me... With that thought, he grabbed the rung of the ladder, and began pulling his body upwards higher off the ground.

after a while, Ethic finally saw the light blue of the surface of the lake as he continued his trek through the undergrowth of the forest, Ambar bouncing off of Trees and stones as he followed closely behind his trainer. He broke through some bushes and entered out onto the shore, turning to see Ambar at his heels. "Alright," He said "We're here..." He began to scan the shoreline, looking for anything that might be wondering around. he didn't see anything but sand, twigs, and stones. "So much for that idea." he muttered, walking over to a nearby tree and picking up a relatively straight branch that had broken off and now lay at the base of the trunk. he reached into his bag and pulled out a spool of kite string, measuring out about ten feet of it and then reaching inside his fatigue jacket, searching for something... Come on, I no I couldn't have possibly lost it... His hand finally closed around what he had been looking for; the old combat knife he had found in the same box in the attic of his family's home back in kanto that he had found the broken ball that hung around his neck. he pulled it out of the outer pocket, taking it out of it's sheath and staring down at the weapon he had smuggled in with him when he first arrived on the isle. I never knew him... was all Ethic thought before he forcefully ended the train of thought and used the blade to cut the length of kite string. He then took of his bag and rummaged around, pulling out a sitrus berry before long. "This should do well enough..." he said to himself as he took the knife and began to make a circular notch following the circumference of the Berry's stem, giving the string a place to get hold in. he tied one end of the make shift line to the notch he had made in the stem and the other end to the stick he had found, completing the cobbled together fishing rod. He cast a look to Ambar as he picked it up at one end and cast the line out onto the lake's surface, the sitrus berry dissapearing underwater "Be ready," he warned "You might have to take out what ever's on the other end of this quickly to make sure it doesn't get away." Ambar simply responded with a silent stare as the line continued to bob back and forth on the water... then after several minutes, the line dissapeared beneath the waves, Ethic could feel a tugging at the end. He pulled upward on the stick hard, taking several steps backwards and watching as a Magickarp burst forth from the waves and onto the shore line, flopping around for a while before finally managing to sit itself upright on the sand. it stared up at Ethic with the blank stare that was characteristic of the Species. "Of all the things.... I could catch in this place, I manage to get a magickarp on the line?" he was about to order Ambar to use Seed Bomb in order to send the useless fish back into the lake... then he stopped himself from giving the order, remembering what happens once a Magickarp evolves. he had seen the result of that first hand on his previous journey... On second thought... I'm not dealing with one of those things again... it was a nightmare back then, wiped everyone out... lucky my sister stepped in and saved me... Fearing that this thing may evolve and try to retaliate if he ordered Ambar to take it out, he simply walked further down the shore away from it, notching another sitrus berry and casting the line again as he eyed the magickarp, who returned his stare... then it seemed to almost nod at him...well, as close to nodding as a fish could come, before rolling itself off the sand, back into the lake and swimming away. I hope to Arceus that that thing didn't just try to... Nod... at me... because that's just creppy as hell.... Deciding to just forget about the Magickarp's strange behaviour just now, he returned his attention to watching the line, calling out to Ambar again. "This time Ambar... we'll get what we need this time..."

"I can't really say I know how it works, it sort of just happened, I suppose." Ethic began thinking to himself Maybe... Could he bring a specific item from the past? just how much can his power do...? Ethic decided to ask Mr.Taylor "Just out of curiosity.... Do you think you'd be able to do it again... like, at will?"

I don't really know what ya'll are going on about... I pegged Absinthe to be a male the minute I heard his name.... anyways, back to topic... one more post and then the general intervenes. make it count, bibarel

well then... This just got awkward...

looks like another has stopped to watch as well...

alright then... let's get Ethic his cards back then... and maybe take Ixidor off Ethic's hit list in the process ^ Don't get your hopes up Typh, he's still very high up on that list... seeing as how there's only two names currently... Anyway, Supernovea, I'll get to editing the post for the idea to occur to Ethic. EDIT: alright, our little conversation has just been initiated.

Got out of that Wheel Well like a BOSS!

Ethic watched as several other students came and took a gander at their scores, reacting in various ways, then as some headed off the field towards various locations. He looked at his watch... Screw it. He thought It's close enough to the bell, might as well get going. He got up and began walking off "Let's get going, Ambar" he said as he headed into the forest, the Ferroseed hopping behind him as he stomped throug the undergrowth and foliage, beginning to make his way to the lake. as he walked he thought to himself I'll have to go back home afterwards and send Politician on his way... I think I have an old friend who can get him there for me...

Thanks for the oportunity, Supernovae, I didn't really get that was what you were doing at the time. But Mr.Taylor's ability is limited to a few minutes before right? and only to event's he was there to witness? so I don't think it would actually work out for restoring the arcana... plus even if Ethic got the cards back, he wouldn't be able to use them as a method to invoke; his authorization has been revoked in that department... But there are other ways to envoke... older ways... and if Ethic is ever going to recover access to his abilities... He will have to fight tooth and nail for them... against a very powerful group of individuals... Thanks, but I've got his path back to power all plotted out now... it'll be long and hard and full of violent conflict...and at the end of it he'll have to face a certain adversary who has already reared his ugly head twice... no more spoilers on Ethic though.

some time later, Anver sensed that an outside force was affected the temperature inside the wheel well, he stopped playing with his abilities for a few moments... It was definitely getting warmer in the wheel well, he could feel it... gradually but surely... that meant one thing... we descending from a higher altitude... we're here... a few minutes later, almost as if in agreement with him, there was a click and rrrrrrring sound as the outer panel of the Wheel well began to open, the landing gear engaging and protracting outwards, like a hand reaching outwards to touch the earth. Anver pulled himself up from sitting to crouching, looking out at the ground below as the Jet continued it's descent, it was daylight outside. Might as well prepare to get off this thing then Anver thought to himself, reaching up and turning off the LED lantern and placing it in his bag, as not to leave any evidence of his stowing away behind. He pulled himself up to the ledge, the wind blowing in and rippling his clothes and buffeting his face. the ground was still dozens of feet below... Anver took extra caution jumping off the ledge, managing to grab hold of the Landing strut of the wheels and pulling his body close to the cylinder, the tailwind threatening to rip him off and send him plummeting to his death. he could see the run way ahead... along with about ten yellow and blue specks.... with black stick-looking objects in their hands... they looked like night-sticks, but Anver knew that there would more likely be assault rifles in their hands in fact. TSA... Anver thought to himself Those two must've come to and made an alert... I can't wait for a landing, if I don't get out off here now, then I'm screwed, and so is Donovan... he began to try and think off a possible way down to the ground from here without dying on impact... then he thought of something clever... Warm air rises... and parachutes rise when pushed by warm air... so... he reached inside his blazer, zipping up the inner pockets there so as not to lose anything in what he was about to do... that done, he took off his bag, placing it at his feet on the landing gear as he held on with one hand and took off his Blazer with the other God... If you've any mercy, you'll let this work... with that silent makeshift prayer, he put his bag back on his shoulder, griping the sleeves of his blazer in his hand along with the lower ends of the jacket, forming a loop of fabric in his hands.... then he took a literal leap of faith, pushing himself off the wheel strut and thrusting his arms up to allow the makeshift parachute he'd turned his blazer into to catch the wind... it worked as he had hoped... but a the rate he was going, he estimated that by the time the parachute landed him on the ground, he would be over the fence of the airport and on the tarmac, which would defeat the entire purpose of him leaping out of the wheel well in the first place. But he knew that would have been the likely scenario and had planned for it when he concocted the idea to parachute down. he began focusing as hard as he could on superheating the air beneath him, then on intersecting the temperature halfway through the air mass and dropping the lower half to sub zero, and then superheating the air below that, and so on and so forth, working as he'd planned and creating a series of up-drafts from hot air rising above cold air repeatedly... Anver rose higher into the air, straining to keep hold on his blazer, but he concentrated even harder now, he was still likely to end up going over the fence of the Airport's tarmac. he now focused on undergoing the same process from before, except this time with the air in front of him, using the miniature cold fronts he created to propel the miniature warm fronts up diagonally towards him, causing a bout of hot gust that made him rise a bit higher, but more so backwards away from the fence, he kicked his feet around, turning himself in the air as he held on for dear life, now facing a not-very busy street. Good... now just a little longer He thought to himself, proud that he was competent enough in using his ability to able to pull of his little stunt and again evade capture by authorities. He began to lose altitude quicker and quicker as he forced the air around him to cool to sub zero temperatures, stealing away the warm gust that had been propelling him along so far. within minutes he was approaching the street level, leaning forward, letting go of one end of his blazer, and ducking into a roll as he hit the ground in order to dissipate the rough force of how fast he had headed in to land. he stood up, his arms aching for holding for so long, but otherwise well. he checked to find that his bag was still on him, then put his blazer back on, turning around and watching as the Jet completed it's own landing in the distance, the door opening and a single man coming out, followed by several others in black uniforms and caps. they looked to be speaking to the TSA agents waiting for them. after a few minutes, the Agents spread out around the air craft, checking the wheel wells first, then entering inside the jet, presumably looking for something... or rather... Someone :Kappa: Anver turned away and began walking down the side walk at this point, can't helping but chuckle as he strolled. "Damn I'm good"

so you basically want to be like Ender Wiggin, Speaker for the Dead? I must applaud that

Prankster Klefki running with Leftovers and substitute...with status moves like swagger... thing takes (Or rather, delegates) hits like no ones buissiness.... could win an entire battle on it's own if done right. (I should know, I actually won a few times like that)

oh don't worry... I said he could have it so that they found the objects earlier on... I never said he would be able to use them in his battle. he'll be ordered to take the items away from his GAOs for the duration of the fight. What, you folks thought I'd let anyone get the advantage of HP restoration in a fight where no one else had an advantage that even come close to rivaling it? Those were sitrus berries in Erick's pocket when he was fighting Clint. I refrained him from using them for a reason.

don't worry, Ty, even if our pathes were to cross, which they won't for now, Ethic wouldn't kill Ixidor... YET... He has bigger prey on his mind for the time being... Oh, and in Chap.2, don't be surprised if Ethic splits off from the rest of the group for a little while... I've got some things planed for that young man...

Ethic stood there at the edge of the puddle as Mr.Taylor confided in him, making sure not to interupt the old man recently, he had started to debate whether finding this marcus guy was necessary since Mr.Taylor was alive and seemingly well enough... but seeing him like this.... seeing the sheer emotional toll; the trauma, it had on Mr.Taylor.... Oh, hell no.... there's no way I'm letting the bastard who did this to him off now.... the elderly man finished and suggested they head back, "All right Mr.Taylor... It's this way." Ethic turned and walked away from the puddle, heading back towards the group... then he stopped where he was... wait... did he say he turned back time? Ethic was almost certain that Mr.Taylor had said that at some point... but why not make sure? he turned around suddenly, facing the Elderly man "Mr.Taylor..." He began "Forgive me if I heard you wrong... But did you mention turning back time just now?"

*delivers a flying round house kick to rose's face, sending her toppling backwards off the hill, rolling off a cliff, and into the ocean hundreds of feet below* "you should know that exploding people's heads isn't very nice" *Ascends hill, continues reign* And I'm still the Emperor King

Ethic watched in puzzlement as Mr.Taylor began heading towards him, then suddenly stopped, sniffing the air and calling out "Hold on lad I think ... I've found something!" Ethic now saw what had caught his eye; a scarlet puddle that was quite large... like the one he had found not long ago with Kenny and Ixidor... then Ethic also smelt what had caught Mr.Taylor's attention in the first place... That metallic smell again... what are the odds that we wound up in the same spot that he was murdered...? Ethic headed over to the puddle, examining it, he found... a small trail of blood about a foot long... that dissapeared abrubtly after that mark.... There's no doubt about it then... He thought to himself This is definitely the same scene I found earlier... I recognize that trail right there...and the smell is exactly the same... he watched Mr.Taylor as the elderly man approached, admitably a bit curious as to just how a person would react if they happened to stumble upon the scene of their Murder... after being killed there...