On the Trail
The Riddlemaster: What do you mean, Subject 11 is gone!?
DeeDee: I've been following him for weeks, but he's just vanished!
The Riddlemaster: Find him! *disconnect*
DeeDee was stunned by this latest development. She had kept the closest eye on A. for as long as she had been working on this mission. Now he was gone, out of the blue. Where had he gone? That's what DeeDee had to find out.
The Goth mansion seemed to be the natural place to start. Even though A. was obviously not here anymore, he had lived here for the past month or two. With any luck, he may have left clues behind that could live DeeDee to him.
The main door was locked down tight, but DeeDee managed to lift up the garage door. The ancient lemon that the Goths owned was still there, which meant that A. hadn't taken a car. Either a taxi took him away, or he was still nearby. DeeDee wouldn't find out until she investigated the actual house.
The fireplace was left on, which by itself wasn't particularly noteworthy. Frida Goth had burned to death, after all. It's not like she has the safest approach to maintaining her fireplace. However, the fire was also purple. Only a pyromaniac could change the very colour of flame itself, and the only pyro that DeeDee knew was A. Unfortunately, a pyromaniac would also have been smart enough to put out the fire before he left, at the very least so that he wouldn't miss out on starting fires. He must have been in a hurry, DeeDee noted.
DeeDee took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. Oh, did she look exhausted! Spying on people was always a tiring job, let alone spying on somebody as eccentric as A. After this assignment, DeeDee needed a break. A long break.
After searching the rest of the house, DeeDee stumbled upon a small little office with a computer inside. Hoping that she might find something online concerning A's location, DeeDee decided to investigate.
The computer did nothing but further confirm that A. had lived here, but no longer did. A. had searched the web for something, that much was clear, but evidently he had enough time to hide his trail. All that DeeDee could determine was that he was heading out of town.
Frida: Looking for someone?
DeeDee: WHAT!?
Frida: Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to sneak up on you. Kind of hard, since I'm dead.
DeeDee: Just a little.
Frida: Please, sit down. Maybe I can help.
DeeDee: Well, I guess you already knew that you had a living person staying with you. Male, glasses, orange highlights?
Frida: Oh, that guy. Forgive me if I'm not exactly comfortable with a pyromaniac in my house.
DeeDee: Understandable, I suppose. Do you know where he went, though?
Frida: Not specifically. He didn't tell me or any of the other ghosts here about it. There was this one thing in his room, though.
DeeDee: What thing, exactly?
Frida: Follow me, I'll show you.
Frida: He brought that poster back with him one day. There's something written on there, but I can't read it without my glasses.
DeeDee: Well, why not just put the glasses back on?
Frida: I'm still dead, remember?
DeeDee: Oh. Right. Sorry.
DeeDee: Now, let's see what this says here.
"The Edgy Llamas. Going on tour in Starlight Shores. The Castle"DeeDee: I've heard about this Castle. Owned by some famous family from a century ago. Doesn't seem like a place a band would tour. This must be where A's gone off to! If I hurry, I might be able to catch-
*AHOOOOO!*
Frida: Oh, no! I'm not sticking around for this one! Good luck!
DeeDee: Oh, no...
Katherine: Find him! Find them both! Don't let them escape!
Katherine: I will have my son back!
