THE THIRD VICTIM

[strangerpeople]

THE THIRD VICTIM

[A week has passed. Food supply is starting to get low, despite the group's best efforts. It's only a matter of time before the food runs out or becomes more difficult to procure. Not to mention the trash that has been accumulating since the beginning of the week, with no one changing or cleaning it up. Not exactly the healthiest environment.

And, as the day dawns, there is - unfortunately - that very worrisome feeling that something is very, very wrong. It's quiet. Too quiet. The feeling of being watched has increased tenfold.

And there is a smell in the air, even above the garbage, as people step into the second floor hallway.]

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[carries_war]

Dammit...

[Maybe they're still alive? He'll move to check both bodies for a pulse.]

[strangerpeople]

[The first stares down at the floor, eyes glassy. She is limp, and has no pulse.

Raphtalia, the Dreamstrider, is dead.]

[carries_war]

[So much for that hope...what about the second body?]

[1/2]

[strangerpeople]

[He has a nasty gash on the side of his head.

Maglor, the Hunter, is

[strangerpeople]

[...alive. But unconscious, and breathing slowly.]

[carries_war]

[Ohthankgod. Well, it looks like he's going to lose another shirt to bloodstains, since he's taking off his jacket to rip up his outer shirt and use it as a bandage. How much is the wound still bleeding, anyway?]

[strangerpeople]

[Its not anymore, thankfully, but that probably doesn't make the situation better.]

[carries_war]

[Okay, okay, old fashioned medicine. He knows enough to not try to move someone who's badly wounded...reaching into his pocket and pulling out one of the healing potions he made a few days ago. Can he get Maglor to swallow it?]

[poorlovefool]

Hey midget, I found the body -

[And there are.... two more bodies in here.

BYE!!]

[defriendestration]

NYEH??? ERIC WHERE ARE YOU GOING???

[OH NO WHAT'S HAPPENING]

[poorlovefool]

[Turning to the skeleton in slight annoyance that he can't tell just from the smell ... Oh right, does he even have a sense of smell, he doesn't have a nose...]

More people are dead.

[defriendestration]

.........

...........................

WHAT.

[poorlovefool]

[He glances back in Rubedo's direction, calls back, and turns back to Papyrus.]

That makes two. Raph and... the old man.

Even if they were protecting the Intercessor...

[He grits his teeth. Two deaths, again.]

[strangerpeople]

[It is able to get down his throat. Thankfully, with a little bit of gurgling.]

[carries_war]

[Whew. Hopefully that'll be enough, and...well thanks for nothing, Eric.]

Yeah, so did I. And Maglor's injured pretty badly...I fed him a healing potion, but he was in bad shape.

[poorlovefool]

Got it... I'll tell Killua!

[HE IS A GOOD MESSENGER He is definitely not chickening out again.]