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Io Murkveld

Io sat on the front of a wagon, updating his notes on the people who were participating in the expedition alongside him. Since he already had the names of everyone who was participating, it was just a matter of confirming what had changed about them since the last time he'd gotten study them. There was a certain… joy that Io felt watching others grow and change. Io would be able to see everyone, everyday, and that reason alone made him ecstatic.

Externally, Io seemed bored out of his mind, glancing about with dead eyes that were searching for something interesting. His actual thoughts were completely different.

“Uwa~ there are so many people coming along!” he raved to himself, his heart racing from being so close to his study material. “Hannibal Bartleby Hughes. 35 years old. His height from 27 days ago doesn't seem to have changed, but he seems to have gained about three pounds of weight. He seemed a little wistful lately. There was a rumor that he suggested the expedition, so he might be searching for more story material. It's really fun finding out which parts are exaggerated, and--”

Io spent the rest of the parade reviewing his notes on every person like this, speculating his theories on why they were going on this “fool’s errand”. However, there was one person who stood out.

“Opal Lennox. Previous data on her… does not exist. She's at least… 20 years old, if not more.” Io smiled at the “no data” part. It'd be impossible to go that many years without your name being mentioned. “She seems to be from an affluent family, so not from those Lennox… so it's a fake name, huh?” The other options were either ruled out or extremely unlikely and, regardless, it was far more fun this way.

“Well,” Io said, finally hopping off the wagon after daylight was long gone, startling the guards settled there. “Let's see what secrets I can dig up before we leave.” He could sleep on the caravan, while they were leaving. There was something far more interesting to do that night.
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Io was sound asleep in the wagon for his usual five hours, exhausted from his search last night. But, he'd gotten what he wanted. There were three particularly “loud” events that had happened that day: the supposed abduction of “Ophelia Harrington”, the only things left being a note and some of her hair; the search for the swindler “Clarabelle Chetwynde”, who was forced to flee after a failed scam and, the person whose sudden appearance made Io investigate in the first place, “Opal Lennox”.

Eavesdropping on the conversations between the guards, he learned that Clarabelle had a very similar appearance to Ophelia, who went missing shortly after the search order went out. The next day, Io saw Opal, who had similar specs to Ophelia’s latest, 16 days old data. Io had also found that the hair that was left with the ransom note matched the difference between the length Opal’s bangs and Ophelia’s. It was a short period of time between the escape of Clarabelle and Opal’s boarding of the caravan wagons; it'd be faster to cut the bangs than reaching around to cut the hair in the back, and she was probably panicking and moving quickly at the time.

The conclusion that all three of them were the same person was still just a guess, however, and Io would have to find some way to confirm it. That, he decided to figure out after he slept, while they were traveling.

Io woke to quite the rambunctious crew, Hannibal probably drunk and spinning around Aurelia, Seena downing a bottle of fairly expensive alcohol, Gabriel... flirting with Naahdira? and Ava, almost definitely flirting with Urs.

Opal was on the side, seemingly studying the others. “I wonder if she likes watching others too,” Io thought to himself, immediately dismissing the foolish notion. Though Io rarely ignored other’s hobbies, he'd learned that there was almost no one else that shared his interest, and they always seemed to get creeped out when he mentioned it to anyone that did. 

Disregarding that, Io figured it would be best to pull her away from the group before he confronted her about the truth behind her identity. Stretching out as he walked over, Io put on a childish visage and gently tugged on Opal’s sleeve. “Miss Opal!” Io said to her in a loud whisper.

“I wanna tell you a secret. Could you follow me?”
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