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Truce looks apologetically after the couple as they offer their sentiments and make their departure home.
His gaze then returns to Flidais. "Okay, what is this all about? Did you hurt your ankle or not?" he asks, his confusion apparent.
They're a stone's throw from the Sanctum and Flidais hardly seems in any pain that she couldn't have limped home. And she had been quick to get rid of the elderly first responders.
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Flidais sighs tiredly, one thing done, now many to go. "Look behind that bush, I need your professional opinion. But try not to be loud." Flidais gestured Truce towards the bush where the body lay, she then reaches out and grabs Puppy giving the dog an affectionate cuddle.
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Truce looks from her to the bush, his expression curious and mystified. He does as instructed and rounds the bush, pushing aside some of the foliage to locate the object of Flidais's interest. The sight of the body causes him to recoil from surprise and he looks back to Flidais, understanding the need for subterfuge.
Bending down, he glances over the corpse of the young man, doing much of the same inspection that Flidais had done to confirm his state of health.
Truce lowers his voice to a whisper as he says to Flidias through the bushes, "Is he...?" His question seeks confirmation of his suspicion as he considers what this could mean.1 success
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"Yes, it is oddly barren of life, so much so that it may be a veil breach if a dedicated and experienced medical examiner looks at it. I need to know what happened, there is no evidence of anything I can determine apart from the fact that it is unnatural." Flidais kept her voice down to merely a whisper directed at Truce. She was hoping that the necromancer would be able to give her the cause of death, that was one of the things they could do quite well from past experience.
Crowley hauled himself from the tree once the old couple had vanished from view, his eyes narrowing on his malleable face when he espied exactly where they went.
"Hmm. Four doors down from us. We best be careful, guys. We got neighbours now."
While the others spoke he took the time to hobble about and work through the pain in his foot.
He turned with a quizzical gaze upon Flidais and Truce. "Well... like... if they were, you know, why wouldn't they be barren of... um... life?" The words bubbled from his lips the moment he conceived of them. Apparently ignorant of their impact, indeed, of them being uttered, he carried on. "Do you have a time... you know... I might be able to part the mists... Heck! If you can figure when the... ah... guy? When the guy was dumped here, I can check that too." A grunted as he powered through the pain and walked off the discomfort.
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Flidais looked at Crowley like he was dense for a moment before her lightbulb moment happened and she realised what she was assuming they knew.
"Your body isn't just your cells, they are outnumbered by the cells of bacteria, parasites and other things that live with you. These bacteria just don't go away upon death, they stay, continue to eat and grow. It's what causes a lot of the decomposition in the following days. As for an estimate... More then 3 hours, likely not more then 48 but... Things are weird and I may be way off." Flidais said continuing to whisper while answering Crowley's questions.
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"I see. Well if we're to examine him and cover the breach then we should move him quickly. Into the Sanctum perhaps. Did you notice if any workings were attached to him?" he asks Flidais in a detached demeanor as one medical examiner to another. It's possible the corpse is booby trapped, and with the Banisher threat at large in the city it seemed a cunning ruse to lure the Cabal. But then anyone could have come across the body out here, even if the Banishers did somehow find the location of their Sanctum.
"I have a body bag we could use to carry him. Or...I could always have him walk himself there. Depends which would look more unusual to onlookers."
"Well... think of something quick because we could be getting obvious soon." Crowley scratched at his chin absently. "The neighbours saw us, probably think its a little suspicious. Eh... how about I - ah! - assist Flidais back home for the sake of cover. Truce can do what he needs to do - maybe have that body..." Crowley makes a face as he realises just what he is saying. "...Can come by a little later so its not too obvious, and maybe not by a direct route. You know. So no one makes the connection that he... um... it... was here."
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You can't just wave your hands and work everything out in a few seconds?" Flidais asked hopeful that the necromancer could just cast a couple of knowings and get the answers needed.
Standing up Flidais latches onto Crowley's arm clearly going along with his plan. "Lead the way then." She didn't have to act hard to be distressed to keep up the cover.
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"I'll take care of it. You two go on ahead," says Truce in answer, allowing Flidais and Crowley to return to the Sanctum first so as not to attract undue attention. Allowing for a moment to pass, Truce begins to form the mudras for an initial spell. If there is a corpse, it's quite possible there is a Ghost as well, and if there is one Truce wishes to be sure that its anchored to the body and not the location. That's assuming that the corpse wasn't dumped here from somewhere else.
Truce let's out a sharp grunt in pain as the Abyss snaps back on his Vulgar working. Damn, why is it...every time... he complains silently as he focuses on the Imago in front of him. It seems to hold together, though barely. He wonders if such a corpse would really pass for living. He would find out soon enough while crossing the street.
"Rise," he commands the body, testing to see if the working had taken.
-1 Mana to mitigate paradox
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