Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150412014212/@comment-25686329-20150608184441

Ticktania clicked her tongue.

"It's elementary, Dancer." She chided. "If one stole the whole necklace, then it would be easier to identify if one tried to pawn it off. No longer is it 'Oh, that's an expensive gem', so much as it would become 'Oh, that's Duchess' expensive necklace'..."

She trailed off.

"So, you mean to tell me that there's no real way of knowing when it was stolen? You appear to be implying that you legitimately have nothing to offer in regards to the timeframe of the crime."

Ticktania's mind was already whirring. It was a wider range of possibilities, but an infinitely smaller pool of suspects. In fact, there were only a small handful of people who posessed the authority or, just as likely, 'skills'  to acess that room at any given time.

"Miss Swan, it's important that we don't miss the more trivial details. Give me information. Data. I can't make bricks without clay."

Duchess gritted her teeth. She really did not appreciate the mannerisms of this girl. Reluctantly, she admitted, "I literally have no idea when it went missing. I hadn't worn the necklace for at least two weeks, so it was sometime between then and now. Happy?"

Ticktania... was dissappointed, to say the least. Her train of logic had reached an end, mostly because this didn't appear to be theivery.

Well, at least not to the untrained eye.

Ticktania... was not untrained.

She snorted in her throat, a canine noise, a chuckle.

"Well, to me it looks to be less a crime of premeditation and more a crime of your own narrowmindedness. Perhaps you misplaced it?"

Duchess let out an angry squawk.

"OF COURSE I DIDN'T MISPLACE IT! If I HAD I wouldn't have called you guys in!"

Ticktania's eyes flicked to the doorframe for a second, blank and void of emotion, before returning to the girl before her.

"Well... we shall... keep an eye out for it, and I'd ask that you contact us if there's any new developments." She nodded, walking for the door. Before she was out of the dorm, she turned once more, to Duchess.

"Also, someone in your third period Crownculus class has a crush on you."

Duchess blinked, opened her mouth to voice her thoughts, or more likely, her question as to how Ticktania knew this.

She held up a silencing hand.

"There's two drops of ink on the back of your neck, just below your ear. Trejectory suggests that it was fired from a higher altitude, but also implies that you were resting your head when it happened, likely from boredom."

She took a breath.

"Someone was trying to get your attention -- and I'd assume it was due to those... rather gross feelings classified as 'liking someone' -- in a rather boring class -- that'd be Crownculus, most likely -- and I simply put two and two together."

She stopped, then rounded out the door. "Good day." she said, leaving.

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As she turned the corner, she grabbed Minuette roughly by the hand and pulled her out of earshot.

Her voice was quick, tense, to the point, and the harsh whisper was aimed directly at Minuette's ears.

"Though you may not have detected the whisp of black cotton fabric snagged on the door frame on the left side, you couldn't have failed to notice the overpowering aroma of pickled pumpkin shell..."