Anonymous Text

[allinhishands]

All things that we ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral:
Our instruments to melancholy bells,
Our wedding cheer to sad burial feast.

The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:
Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.
Pitiful sight! here lie the lovers slain

Raise up the citizens: some others search:
We see the ground whereon those woes do lie;
But the true ground of all these piteous woes
We cannot without circumstance descry.

M.O.C.


[ooc: Here are the clues to the location of the first bodies. There will be a post soon from Kaito actually finding them. UNTIL THEN ENJOY FIGURING OUT WHAT M.O.C. IS TALKING ABOUT.

Credit for the words go to our dear Riffael mun. She's a genius for stringing this together.]

Comments

[allinhishands]

I wonder if others will rise to take their place.

[misterblackbird]

I wonder the same.

[allinhishands]

Time will tell as the days roll past.

[misterblackbird]

No further clues to drop?

[allinhishands]

Do you hunger for more?

[misterblackbird]

Clues, yes, but not murders.

[allinhishands]

I am sure that if you look hard enough, clues will be found.