THE SECOND INVESTIGATION

[strangerpeople]

THE SECOND INVESTIGATION
(~SK. 10)


[It is freezing. The temperature? Who knows at this point.

Today is a day for blankets and whatever you can grab to keep yourself warm. It truly seems like there is a winter without end, and that eventually everything will wither and die, including you. So bitter. So harsh. So cruel.

It's not fair. Then again, didn't Zero say life isn't fair? Well, Zero isn't freezing his butt off. Really, it's just too cold on the ship to do much of anything outside of keeping warm. Like, say, murder.



Right? Well. There's only one way to find out. So, what are the Strangers doing as they wake up shivering on this cold, cold day, which may or may not be a Friday according to the calendar?]

Comments

[superstylishsquid]

[Yeah, he didn't think he'd mistake that smell. He stands back up and...fine, he'll put his arm back around Roland's shoulders.]

I thought so. It looks strange, but it both smells and tastes like blood.

[godspiousjasper]

[ Going to lean right back close against him once he does so, even if it's just because he's cold and Alastor is warm. ]

I admit i've never heard of someone who had blood that color before, but I wish I didn't have to discover that under these pretenses.

[superstylishsquid]

Obviously devils can have some slight oddities in the color of our blood, if our magical nature is pronounced enough...

[He gestures at his own wounds, where bandages visible through cuts in his clothing are stained violet-red.]

But I've never seen a human with blood that pale. And he doesn't exactly taste anemic to me...