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"Ahahahahahahahaha! It’s perfect, the perfect crime!” Alone in a coffee shop, right next to the white board Edgar Allan Poe sat. His body contorted with his laughter, giving him a twisted appearance as his cape fell around him. He reached forward and circled the words ‘LOCKED DOOR’ he had written on the board and then glared back at them with an evil looking grin and gleam reflected in his eyes.

He was not nearly as threatening as he looked though. For one, he was no murderer, he was merely a novelist. Coming up with the perfect crime was just a thought experiment for the next short story he was working on. It was his goal to far exceed the wits of the users, so he could seem like a brilliant writer. 

“When they’re killed a key is stolen from their body. Then a hole is clevlery cut into the seam of their shirt pocket. As they lay on the ground, the murderer walks out the door, uses the key, then uses a string they thread through the pocket to return the key to their front pocket from beneath the locked door then returns their thread. It’s brilliant, brilliant, briliant ah! Ah?! How long ahve you been standing there?”

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A strange man with hair that seemed like it had not been cut in quite a while was jumping at the base of a tree. Normally he wished people would leave him alone, but now Poe found himself quite desperate for the company of another. He looked at the people passing him, trying to pick the one least likely to abandon him in this situation.

After all, he needed help. He reached out finalyl and grabbed one by the art. Poe lifted his head at an angle, making his bangs fall out of his eyes, revealing the a serious expression surrounded in dark circles underneath. “You have to help me it’s a matter of life and death.” He said, quite dramatically before pointing up to the tree. 

"My friend Karl is stuck there up in that tree and he’s afraid of heights. This is a horrifying tale unwinding between the two of us right now, perhaps have you ever seen Alfred Hitchcock’s vertigo?” Whatever he was talking about, and whoever this Karl was the only thing in the tree right now was a raccoon who poked its head out from the leaves. Rather than scared it looked quite happy to be there.

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@pendanto

Poe walked wearing a cape over his button up shirt, and a cravat tied loosely around his neck. He looked like a man pulled from the eighteen hundreds, but funnily enough this iteration of him was not. Still, quite a strange man to meet in the middle of the night like this, especially with that raccoon climbing on his shoulder at the moment. 

Poe raised his head at the noise of another approaching him. Finally, he thought with a sigh of relief. Standing in the middle of nowhere waiting was making him anxious, he was worried he might look suspicious. He reaised his head to have his great bangs that fell over his face move slightly and reveal one eye. 

"I’ve been waiting for you.” He said, mostly because he liked the dramatic feel of sounding ominous. To tell the truth he had tried that same introduction on the last three people who passed by, he hoped this one was the correct person. “You were the wizard I hired on craigs list to give me consultation about magic? Yes? Well, you don’t really look like a wizard.”

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@desiderious​

Edgar Allan poe was an author but not all the time, not as his name might imply. Even authors required time off, inspiration for their work, hobbies. Of course just like his name would imply, Poe’s hobbies were more grim than most. He liked murder. Not to kill people of course, that hardly interested him. It required too much passion and investment in another human being. 

He much preferred the unique set of circumstances that arose around murder. A crime was committed, it could not be undone the best the perpetrator can do from this point forward is to hide all evidence that it had ever taken place. There is no such thing as the perfect crime though, even if all perpetrators strive towards that. As it is committed by human beings, there will always be flaws, fabrications, points that start to unravel. He loved working his mind around those.

It was why he currently sat  staring at a cold dead body left alone in an alleyway. His job as a private investigator allowed him to do so. It would have been reported as a cut and dry murder case, perhaps arising from an alleyway mugging if  a message had not been left in blood on the wall. ‘Curse of the one eyed cat’ how fascinating he thought as he stared at it notebook in hand. 

It was then he noticed another was with him. Besides the body, he meant. A shame, as he much preferred the dead to the living. “U-uh!” He stuttered nervously. “D-don’t worry, I didn’t kill him or anything. I’m supposed to be here, I’m a private investigator- actually and more importantly, who are you?”

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@bubonem

Being an author and making your way in the world was tough. It should have been less tough theoretically, for authors that were already quite critically acclaimed like Edgar Allan Poe, but Poe was born in a different world and did not realize his works would ever come to such fame. In fact, since this was a new city entirely, that only added onto his worries.

He felt a great weight on his shoulders that made him sway back and forth as he walked, or perhaps that was just the racoon currently climbing across his back and up to the top of his head. Either way, it made him shrink up even more and pull the book he held against his chest between crossed arms tighter. 

This one was good, this one, and he just needed one more. He thought with great anxiety, it was the first day he had been out shopping since landing in this city. A small part of him thought that perhaps if he could return home from this unscathed then maybe things were not as bad as they sounded in his head. 

That was until he turned the section where the book lied, and saw another making away with the last copy. Underneath his breath, right behind her he began to mumble. “The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as best I could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge.”

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Hello, I’d love to get started so please like this post for a multi paragraph starter. The current cap is at 5! Castmates are of course, exempt. 

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Sorry for sending this twice but I forgot something important, without prior reserve I'm apping Edgar Allan Poe from Bungo Stray Dogs, his app is located at /app, and I humbly request the scientists allow him to keep his pet raccoon named Karl.

Welcome to the hive, Poe!

You will be housed in district alpha.

You will retain the ability to trap someone in a blank sheet of paper up to three times per day, though they will be ejected after five minutes. It will just appear to be a completely blank space inside. You will also be given a crazy pen and your raccoon.

Enjoy your stay!

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エドガー・アラン・ポオ

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Edgar Allan Poe

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Here’s an old one too *cough*

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Bungou Stray Dogs:

Edgar Allan Poe - CV Morikawa Toshiyuki

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