Detective Arriving On Scene (A Detective Story)

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Something isn't what it seems.

You awake in a dirty apartment, with a photo that says Remember. Even though you know nothing at all.

And a Badge of a Private Detective Arthur Arc.

Now you have to find out what is going on here. And why you can't remember anything at all.
Awakening

Magoose

SV's Questing Fanatic
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Arriving on Scene: A Mystery

You awoke feeling… dizzy and disoriented. Everything about your body felt wrong, and even as you opened your eyes to look at the ceiling, the whispering fan and small insignificant movement. It had been turned off, but recently enough to where it still could have been on just a moment before.

Smelling the air, it burned like copper wiring and ash, and as you sat up… you could only see the foggy haze of the room, slowly disappearing with a broken analog clock staring back at you. There was nothing that couldn't be done… as your eyes were drawn towards the hour and minute hands that were stopped, the ticking still ongoing despite the clear sign the clock was damaged beyond repair. the hands trying to move, but nothing is happening. Nothing is moving. And nothing could make them move.

7:32. That was the time. But as you look at the sunrise, it might be morning.

"Everything okay?" Even the voice you heard in your ears was different than what you expected. It was… calm, and collected, not nearly as frantic sounding as your head started to play around with. But your thoughts felt different. They were… all different.

Turning to the desk you could see a cell phone, a smartphone, broken and fried, smoking… everything was… that was the smell that was burning your nose…

Yet next to it, was a badge.

And a photo?

An old polaroid photo from a camera, an old camera, that seemed to develop strangely… it didn't look normal? The photo felt glossy and broken, with it feeling like it was taped together.

There was also something written on the photo. A small messy black ink… pasted together with glue and covered with even more tape.

It looked familiar… it was of a face, a face with sad, tired silver eyes and… purple hair and a gaudy purple and black suit, and leather gloves? It was like the subject in the photo was… trying to look as outlandish as possible.

God whoever had that kind of fashion sense was a train wreck of poor taste. Yet…

Those eyes though… They looked like they had seen nothing but terrible things.

Looking at the picture, you looked at the single phrase… no word that was before it.

"Remember." The word said.

You looked at the badge and saw the shield read. "Arc Detectives." And the name below it.

"Arthur Arc."

Were you that Arthur Arc? Were you a detective?

What do you do?:

[]Clean up: You need to go to the Bathroom and clean yourself up. After all, you were not wearing a shirt… or comfortable pants.

[]Look for Clues?: Something is wrong, something feels wrong. Yet you can't do anything but look around this room?

[]Go to the Hall: there has to be someone here for this apartment building. Was this an apartment building… why could you not remember… anything about where you were?

[]Watch TV: The Tv works, so… maybe that could be useful to figure out what is going on?

AN: Well SV, welcome to Arriving on Scene, A Detective story.

I won't give away the plot too much, but...

Well, you'll see.
 
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Scheduled vote count started by Magoose on Oct 17, 2022 at 10:34 PM, finished with 23 posts and 12 votes.
 
A Morning for Clues (Turn 1/???)
A Morning for Clues (Turn 1/???):

You… Did you need to look for clues? This was something far deeper than just comfort that was needed. You were here for a reason… Yes, there was a reason. You stood up from your bed, looking down at your feet as you moved them slightly. There was gauze around them, gauze with blood on them. Yet as you set them down, you felt no pain, no pressure, and you could feel the stitching that was there.

The blood that was still feeling wet on your feet seemed less a hindrance, and more an annoyance.

And now the Detective realizes that something far more sinister is going on, and despite his pain, he knows that something that he must do, even through pain and bloodshed.

(Clue Gained: Detectives Voice: You may not remember the voice, perhaps it is your own? Maybe it is another? Yet all you know is that it was here to help you Detect.)

Yes… But you heard the voice, disembodied that he was, and he knew what you needed to do.

The Detective recognizes that I am here, not just to guide him, but to help him remember. Remember the things that he needed to know.

(Clue Gained: Bloody Feet: Your feet are covered in blood, and stitches, but somehow you can still move, despite all your supposed injuries. Curious?)

You walked over to the window and looked out into the city… The city was recognizable… yet even in the faintness of your memory, you knew the haze and the city…

The entire city seemed deserted, the streets filled with parked cars, but in a city of this size, there should be vehicles. Trucks, the sounds of horns, and sirens. Yet it was silent. The city that never sleeps is silent. Captivated. Still… it should never be like that? It should never be a silent and dead city. No…

His mind remembers things that he should not consciously remember.

The city that never sleeps was a nickname for a city called? New York… Yes, that meant something was wrong.

A Dead city always meant that something was wrong.

You looked around at the broken clock, the ticking sound of an unchanging.

You examined the clock and its features.

It had a wooden frame. A glass cover over several… rings, tiny ones that swayed back and forth, despite the broken clock itself that should have made it broken. The mechanical inner works are still intact. Yet the hands do not work. The face of the glass was shattered, yet the glass or plastic still remained on, fused together… with wax? The woodwork was cracked and old like the clock was an antique, that was forgotten about after it was broken, yet it was here now. Yet you could see how it was placed. You saw the slight damage to the wooden sides? it was held before it was broken, and the damage on the sides... and the wall?

It was… Was it broken by you?

(Clue Gained: Semi-Functioning Clock: The Clock's hands were broken, yet the inner workings still work. Curious. The clock is a small one, but an old one. You broke the clock, but only its face and the hands, but for what reason, you do not know. You do not remember?)

You still remember how to detect. Detective.

A Knock on the Door broke you from your stupor, and you realized someone was waiting for you.

Answer the Door? Or don't? It matters little. There are no more clues here that you can see. The Badge is still discarded, you're still undressed. And your Feet still bleed, even if they do not hurt.

What do you do?:

[]Answer the Door: You want to see who is waiting behind the door?

[]Get Ready: You are not a slob, you need to clean yourself up. Look presentable… have more time to see this place for what it is?

[]Talk: Say something to the person beyond the door.
-[]Write what you say in a linetail?

[]Watch TV: Ignore the knocking and turn on the TV The News might help you.

AN: enjoy
 
Getting Ready: (Turn 2/???)
Getting Ready: (Turn 2/???)

The Door was still being knocked on, and it was growing far more frantic with each passing moment. The person at the door is of average strength, but considering the continued knocking, it might damage the door. You should calm the person down, and think of what you need to do next.

You took a moment to think before everything felt strange, your voice was youthful and chattered… it was tired and depressing. Filled with remorse and regret that only those who had lost their soul had.

"Just a moment!" You said those words with such hesitation, you worried you didn't know how to speak. It was like hearing a voice that was forever mysterious. The energy that it had was more akin to that of a frantic animal, barely able to speak. It was not the words you wanted to say. Something deep in your mind wanted to scream for help.

That was because you were listening to your voice consciously. You are trying to investigate the intricacies of so much damage. You should get ready, look at yourself and be ready for whatever is to come. You are afraid and you should come to some type of sense soon. For now… do what you need to do.

You took a moment to breathe and felt energy returning to your body, as you shambled towards the bathroom.

As you entered, you then saw what was so strange.

It was a body.

Well less a body, more a sleeping person, a girl with blonde hair and pale skin. Wearing some sort of uniform that was less practical and merely showed off her growing propositions. She was young, perhaps a teenager, and you took a moment to examine her.

Clue Gained: The Traveler: The Girl you see is unconscious, but the face, and her identity, is entirely forgotten to you save for her Cape identity. The Traveler, A Superhero, with powers that... Strange, you thought you knew, but you forgot.

You checked her pulse and it was steady, strong even before you let go and felt her breath. She was breathing strongly, and her heart was beating normally. Yet something felt different about her. And her slumber. The bathtub was empty and her knees were covered with a blanket, or cape.

She is the Super Hero Traveler, you recognize, after a moment, a memory slowly surfacing. She must be the reason your feet are bloody. But something is wrong. Perhaps your hypothesis is wrong.

Instead, you pondered by changing your socks and getting into something comfortable.
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How do you look?:
[]Place Image here (Must be Male and young)

What do you do?:

[]Answer the Door: You will see who is trying to enter this apartment. And why do they seem so scared?

[]Try to wake Traveler: You need to wake up the superhero in the bathtub, perhaps she can give you answers.

[]Look for More Clues: What do you need to remember?

[]Watch TV: You will ignore the knocks and turn on the TV. If they want to answer, let them.
 
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You Are Who You Are: (Turn 3/???)
You Are Who You Are: (Turn 3/???)

The image that looks back at you is not your own. At least that was what you feel when you see this man staring before you. Short, clean-shaven, with fiery red hair in a short ponytail, were the features you saw, and emerald green eyes stared deeply into your own gaze. It was a gaze that was just as much confusion as it was of knowing and longing. You are not wearing the skin you thought you had. The body you had was lean and muscular, like a swimmer that had just been seen.

Something is wrong.


Something doesn't feel right. That was true, but you could only imagine so much as you quietly threw on the boots, your bloody feet feeling soft and wet inside the strange devices.

There is someone at the Door, and you need to answer it.

You walked over to the door and looked at it. If you didn't, you would just be seeing the things that would be here, trapped in this bubble of an apartment.

Yet you were not afraid as you took a moment to look at this… strange door. It was ok, but something felt off. It was an electric feeling, and you were afraid that it would shock you. Send you tumbling back into the abyss of blackness and unfamiliarity.

You open the Door.

When you saw the other figure, you almost felt your heart leap out of your chest, as you examined the angered, and scared figure that was standing there before you. It was like a foggy haze was falling over your mind again. The woman had let go of the door, not expecting you to open it. There was something else that you noticed as well.

She had electricity coming from her fingertips, and you saw the surprise on her face.

The woman is Empowered!

She was a slender woman with dyed orange hair, eyes of sapphire blue, and pale skin. Her hands were covered with many strange assortments of wraps and bandages. Many have names on them, crossed or scribbled out.

She is dangerous.

Instead, you felt no fear as you faced her. "Hello."

She examined you. "You look like shit." She stated as she saw your boots. "Why the footwear?"

Something is wrong, she knows something you don't. Stall!

You shrugged. "Bleeding. Rather not get blood everywhere."

The woman shrugged. "Suit yourself."

You recognize her, and now it is slowly coming back to you. This woman is a criminal. And she knows something is wrong.

"Everything okay?" You asked.

The woman twitched. "Now it is." She said as turned around. "Come on, the others are waiting."

"Others?" You asked.

"Christ, that kid hero must have screwed you up. The others Chris!"

You nodded.

Clue Gained: Identity: You are Chris? But that doesn't sound like you. You are Arthur Arc? Right?

Clue Gained: Empowered Woman: A Woman using Electricity is among your... buildings' inhabitants.

Do you go with her?:
[]Yes
[]No

AN: Enjoy.
 
Loop End: (Turn 4/???)
Loop End: (Turn 4/???)

There is something you feel as different as you follow the woman. The energy around you was not the same as that of the rest of the city, or even in the room. It was powerful, primordial, and broken. Something that was so powerful, that it was impossible to really comprehend.

"I…" your head hurt, as you looked at the thing, and then you felt her push.

"Quit falling behind, the boss wants to see us." The woman said forcefully, as she pushed you in front of her, feeling the electricity jolt through your body.

You blinked as you took a moment to think, trying to find your voice that was now lost.

The Energy you feel around you… it is not a natural energy that you remember. Not Magic or even technology. It is something far more powerful than that.

Far more powerful than your mind can comprehend.


"What is this?" You asked.

The Woman seems to lose her temper.

"Oh, I thought you could help us out, Chris?" Another voice said as you blinked, looking at the other gathered assortment of people that were there.

There were three, including the woman—all wearing silly costumes and had strange symbols that were on their arms, bleeding through the fabric.

The first was a man of ebony, his costume the same color as what little skin you could see from his skin from his fingers, his face completely covered by a mask. His piercing eyes were emerald green, and each blink was like it was stealing life force from you.

It was The Greatest Villain of the World, The President of Evil, so many titles, that it was hard to really keep count.

Jason Lincoln. Or as the Public knows him: Infinity.

Clue Gained: Infinity: The Greatest Villain in the world is involved in this?

The second was a woman, a woman that was dressed in a nice tuxedo, with red coloring all around, not even her shoes were left out of that. But it was her eyes, blank, black orbs that stared deeply into the soul that made you shiver. Made you want to leave. To die.

It was like staring into The Abyss. And the Abyss was staring back.

She was not human. She was…

The Human language does not have a single word for her. Save one. Mistress Hell.

Even though it was two words. Most people are stupid.


Clue Gained: Mistress Hell: A Being of infinite age and mortality, having taken human form to prevent the world from going insane. She is regarded as the last significant threat to all existence.

And the other woman you could not recognize.

You looked at the two villains and you blinked once. "I-"

Infinity took a moment to stop you, placing a finger on your mouth as he shushed. "Chris, the detective, is dead?"

You raised a questioning eyebrow. "I don't know?"

"Strange." He said as he rubbed his chin, even though his hands did not seem to move. Then you saw the energy radiating from his finger tips. "An infinitesimal chance for the loop to be broken, and you do not know if he is dead?"

You nodded. "I don't remember anything."

That made the Villain take a moment to look at his compatriots. "Is it possible?"

Mistress Hell nodded. "No. His body was vaporized when we started the process. He could not have survived."

"But Chris was in the Blast Radius, it was a miracle that he survived… is it possible-" The woman then stopped. "Wait stop-"

Then the world went dark.
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Tired eyes greeted you as you saw the Detective. You saw his hair, silverish and dyed, with a purple jacket and orange tie. Dressed well and dressed in a terrible fashion sense.

He smiled at you. "Remember yet Chris?"

You blinked. "How."

"Complicated. Really complicated." He said. "Thankfully, because my mind was turned into a magical prison, I just… hopped into your body, saving myself, and well, trapping you into this." He then paused as he then chuckled. "But it seems it has made you immune to the energy's effect. And you are still conscious."

"Who am I?" You asked.

"Chris Gladstone. A Shaper. You can shapeshift your body to suit your environment. Clothing fiber, heat regulation… all that fun stuff. Your mother is Christine Gladstone. The woman who tried to save you after you were murdered. You both were part of Infiniy's Crew to steal and use the Galdron Reactor, to harness it into Mistress Hell's cosmic powers to rewrite reality. Obviously, it failed. Instead, it only… stopped reality itself. Or in your case, looping it."

"Why… I was a supervillain?"

"Yes." Arthur Arc Replied, as the memory came flooding back.

"Did I kill you?" You asked.

"In a manner of speaking," Arthur replied. "You were having second thoughts."

"I was?" You asked.

"That's what you told me." He replied. "But it seems that there is something I'm missing. Something that I need your help with?"

"What do you mean, me?" You asked.

"You broke a clock." The only clock that matters.

You remembered your clock in the apartment. "But… How did that happen?"

"There was no clock, I was trying to help you. Things you remember are like details that were changed to fit my own perception." Arthur said. "But even I'm not perfect."

"What about Traveler?" You asked. "She was in my apartment?"

Arthur nodded, sad and wistful. "Yes. She was. She tried to stop you, but you knocked her out. And now she's stuck."

"How can I stop this loop?" You asked.

"We just have to solve the mystery." Arthur said.

"What Mystery?" You asked.

Arthur shrugged. "I don't know. That's something you need to remember."
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You awoke in your apartment.

Loop 2… You are conscious again. Time to get to work.

What do you do?:

[]Get Ready: You need to get ready.

[]Go To mom: Something tells you that maybe you can buy yourself more time if you are the one looking for her.

[]Details: You need to remember the job… And why… Why? It was a hole in your memory.

[]Write in
 
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