[Sanson (unlike Mozart he is NOT banned) just...stares at all the pools SOMEONE managed to fit onto one cruise ship in disbelief. It was all Servant magic, yeah, but it's still quite the spectacle.
He's wearing an open white shirt over dark gray shorts.]
D-Do we need all these pools?
[WHY ARE THERE SO MANY.]
B: OBLIGATORY BROODING PROMPT
[Sanson would not be Sanson without those moments when he just gets away from everyone to sit or stand by himself. The peerless scenery of the sun and the sea is not lost on him, but even when he's brooding or being alone with his thoughts, he doesn't miss footsteps behind or beside him and when you're close by, he'll turn away from where he's gazing at the azure ocean and the clear blue sky.
A very brief moment of silence passes before:]
It's beautiful, isn't it? [He inclines his head toward the view.
One might also notice the small leather-bound journal clasped in one of his hands.]
C: ELEMENTARY, MY DEAR SANSON
Everyone, please step aside.
[Though his voice is gentle and somber as always, it somehow manages to cut through the hasty whispers and hubbub around the captain's corpse. Striding into the ballroom with his usual coat hastily thrown over his simple shirt and swim trunks (he could've just easily switched to his usual outfit with ~magic~ but whatever) and gloves on his hands, Sanson is all business.
The guy isn't decapitated so y'all can stop suspecting him. Anyway, Sanson drops down to half-kneel beside the body with absolutely no sign of revulsion or shock, as if this were all in a day's work.]
It looks like he was bludgeoned to death, judging from the blood and the wound at the back of his head. But we still need to find what was used to kill him.
[Before you accuse him of being bossy, Sanson slowly turns over and examines the body with his gloved hands.]
Charles-Henri Sanson | don't spoil me but I'm spoiled for salem
[Sanson (unlike Mozart he is NOT banned) just...stares at all the pools SOMEONE managed to fit onto one cruise ship in disbelief. It was all Servant magic, yeah, but it's still quite the spectacle.
He's wearing an open white shirt over dark gray shorts.]
D-Do we need all these pools?
[WHY ARE THERE SO MANY.]
B: OBLIGATORY BROODING PROMPT
[Sanson would not be Sanson without those moments when he just gets away from everyone to sit or stand by himself. The peerless scenery of the sun and the sea is not lost on him, but even when he's brooding or being alone with his thoughts, he doesn't miss footsteps behind or beside him and when you're close by, he'll turn away from where he's gazing at the azure ocean and the clear blue sky.
A very brief moment of silence passes before:]
It's beautiful, isn't it? [He inclines his head toward the view.
One might also notice the small leather-bound journal clasped in one of his hands.]
C: ELEMENTARY, MY DEAR SANSON
Everyone, please step aside.
[Though his voice is gentle and somber as always, it somehow manages to cut through the hasty whispers and hubbub around the captain's corpse. Striding into the ballroom with his usual coat hastily thrown over his simple shirt and swim trunks (he could've just easily switched to his usual outfit with ~magic~ but whatever) and gloves on his hands, Sanson is all business.
The guy isn't decapitated so y'all can stop suspecting him. Anyway, Sanson drops down to half-kneel beside the body with absolutely no sign of revulsion or shock, as if this were all in a day's work.]
It looks like he was bludgeoned to death, judging from the blood and the wound at the back of his head. But we still need to find what was used to kill him.
[Before you accuse him of being bossy, Sanson slowly turns over and examines the body with his gloved hands.]
D: WILDCARD
[Hit me with your best shot.]