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"It'll work well enough that they won't be able to spot easily the way that they were killed." Anasztaz says, shrugging.
He had the Reverend still held on his arms, his arms and legs hanging limp.
"No one will miss them, and their vehicle even now doesn't look like it was very safe. They won't ask many questions."
Sidor hauled the body into the remaining frame with no comment. It seemed sensible enough to him, and he had little want or need to think at the moment. Everything was in upheaval. The world seemed to be transforming as he looked at it, and he loathed every second of it.
He was feverantly wishing he had chosen to stay in his basement.
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Martha nods obediently to Max and grimly sets to work. Lending a hand where needed to help with clean up - helping shift bodies of friend and foe alike.
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Anasztaz throws the body of the Reverend in the pile without much ceremony. What the man was, had done, or would have become was no longer of importance. He was just another corpse to burn, to purify this scene from all evidence.
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"I'll give you a hand getting them back to Avalon if you can use the help." He looks at Max and then back at the carnage around them.
"It is well that War is so terrible, otherwise we would grow too fond of it."
The Deputy begins helping Max with the bodies.
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The large Gangrel drops the two bodies he was carrying into the building pile. He takes a second to watch the two Deputies messing around with the box, a look of concern about the fate of his best friend Jillian on his face.
He gets back to work. The clean up group need his strength and with dawn approaching, now would not be the best time to frenzy if Jillian was really and fully "gone".
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A dented black Honda limped its way down the highway, guttering to a halt at the edge of the gore splattered pavement and the spread of twisted metal ruin. Brenn hurried over towards the car as the driver's door shot open and a young woman with a wounded expression stumbled onto the pavement. Eye's wide, the girl froze, standing stock still as she took in the wreckage, a small groan echoing in the back of her throat.
"Kaylee. Hello, Kaylee! Eye's over here hun," Brenn coaxed, going to meet her ghoul. "Did you bring the gas and the matches?"
The girl, Kaylee, gave a slow nod, her clouded eyes staring through the Haunt as she remained unmoving. A few more gentle words stirred her into motion and soon Brenn and her ghoul were walking towards the pile of bodies, each hauling a gas can in both hands. Directions where given and the makeshift pyre began to form as splashes of twinkling accelerant danced over the maimed bodies and the RV's metal shell.
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Last Call; Closing this tonight...
Having helped in the heaping of the bodies, Sidor walked away from the soon to be pyre. Better for any Kindred to be out of the way of the flames. Better not to be there any more.
Better not to be anywhere, any more.
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