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[strangerpeople]

Ţ̷H͠E̕͜͝ ̛T̡͏̀HI͜͢R̨̨͟D̴̡͏ ̀͟I̶͡NV̕͝È̷͜S̴T̡I̵͞G̶̕A҉T́͡ION҉͏̷

[Good morning again. It's Friday, and you know what that means.

Maybe people should start looking to see if anyone's taken Kyuubey at face value.]

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[strangerpeople]

[Uh, well.

Something sure did happen if the overwhelming smell is one indication.

There's...more, of course.]

[comesaround]

[ Oh what could it be?

He's moving to see if the source is directly obvious or not, and where it is in the kitchen. ]

[strangerpeople]

[Well, it may have to do with the large, unmoving masses on the floor.]

[comesaround]

[ He's going to go over to these masses. What state are they in? ]

[strangerpeople]

[...Very much not moving. Nor are they responding to anyone's movements or sounds.]

[relieable]

[how many masses are there?]

[strangerpeople]

[Two.]

[relieable]

[okay. so there is one body, and it's Vita. is the other mass a body? if so... whomst?]

[strangerpeople]

[Not only is it, indeed, another body, but maybe it's appropriate as well that he would follow her in death.


Jonathan Morris, The Double, is dead.]

[relieable]

[yikes. okay. so someone burned the married couple? that is awful. he looks absolutely ill, almost pale]

J-Jonathan.

[comesaround]

It was bad enough when it was just her... but what the hell is this?

[ He's in shock, but also just dumbfounded because okay not expecting a goddamn double murder. Plus he kinda liked them both decently. ]

cw: hand injury

[katzenpfote]

[He spots the other body and runs over, pushing away any hands on him.]

N... not him too... I p... promised to protect h... him... if only f... for Charlotte...

[He looks closer, and there’s a pause before blue fire erupts down his arm as he slams it into the ground. Frost forms where he punches and he doe it again. And again. And again. He doesn’t even stop once blood starts appearing and freezing on the floor.]

[unwittingking]

[He's thrown a bit by getting pushed away, but seeing the second body, and Caleb's reaction...he feels his stomach drop.

He goes to try and grab Caleb's arm, trying to hold him back, even if he starts getting frozen a bit.]

Caleb-Caleb, stop! Please stop!

[otherworldlyking]

[ Late to the party, apparently.

And wow those were definitely two certain people dead. Well, he's...actually got nothing to say. But, he's here and that's probably what matters.

He'll glance over when Caleb falls over though. ]

[relieable]

[of course there's more.......

is there a source of the bad smell?]

cw: burnt flesh

[strangerpeople]

[Hey Oso, remember that junkyard fire?

Yeah this is worse, there is a body that is the source of the smell.]

[comesaround]

This's worse than I expected.

[ Is the body recognizable at all to who it is? ]

[relieable]

[just. okay.

he will move a bit closer to those masses to see if he can make out who the body is]

[strangerpeople]

[Despite the smell, the face is still, maybe thankfully, mostly intact, as is the beauty that rested on it. As a result, there is no doubt who this body is.


Vita Clotilde-Morris, The Bad Luck, is dead.]

[relieable]

[oh. oh no...

he'll raise his voice to the others]

It's Vita.

[comesaround]

...Damn it.

[ He frowned at this, shaking his head and turning away for a moment because okay this was just a bit to deal with. ]

[katzenpfote]

[Caleb runs in, eyes wide, posture odd and almost stumbling.]

[He spots Vita and rushes over, falling to his knees and listening for breathing.]

[Nothing.]

[He punches the floor, hard, and lifts his head, shaking.]

Not again...

[unwittingking]

[He knows what Caleb means, and he hates it. He just...

King composes himself a bit more, and tries to put a comforting paw on his shoulder.]

Do you...need a minute? Maybe somewhere else?

[His voice is laced with concern. He doesn't want Caleb to deal with this anymore than he has to.]

[incendiarize]

[Arthur knows this smell, knew instantly why it would be rough on Caleb, and he's hot on the wizard's heels. Oh no..... Vita. And Jonathan.]

Caleb... Come on, stay with us. Do you need to go somewhere else?

[Arthur gets it, remembers too well the fire and rubble, the scent of the dead, the wailing of the soon-to-die. But that was a long time ago, and he's long since gotten past it. It's hard to remember, harder to forget, but it doesn't hold him back.

So he gets it. And he can help.]

CW: Emeto Mention

[unwittingking]

[The door opens, a corgi is standing there.]

What's going-

[That sight and-oh God that smell.

Sorry, he needs a minute make sure he doesn't vomit. His poor nose...]