"In a book?"
"In a book?"
"Really?" David said, surprised.
OOC: Alright, are we headed to Ame's? I'll be impressed if you figured out what sword type I'm talking.
OOC: Is it Muramasa or Masamura?
"Why don't we go to Ame's." Senri asked.
"More like a series of books, yeah. I have some books of magical weapons, and I remember reading about that sword before."
"Magical weapons? Interesting..."
OOC: Orright, this is moving slow. I'mma speed this up if it's all the same to y'alls.
"It says here that this Muramasa guy made swords." David said, finding a book. "And he was insane. Apparently, the weapons he made were cursed. And if you took them out of their sheathes, you had to kill someone with them before you put it back. They were typically used by murderers, and many users of his blades would go mad."
"Could this mean that the artist could be are villan?" Senri asked.
"Maybe...But he called the police himself...And he didn't exactly seem murderous..." David said, stroking his chin.
"Don't most serial killers seem innocent until they're caught?"
"...Maybe you're right. Maybe we should check on him." David nodded.
"I believe we should."
"Let's go." Senri agreed.
Bitter wind clawed hard at Seren's skin as she prowled around the outskirts of the house, searching for any hint of where her brother could've been. A frown was prominent on her usually soft face, and she cursed under her breath as she tripped over a twig. This wasn't like her. No doubt, her brother's kidnapping had hit hard.
OOC: This was improvised as hell.