[She doesn't even wait for the elevator, tearing down the trunk of the Tree fast than the average human eye could follow. Raise didn't have spiky hair, so it probably wasn't him. Which was one load off her mind, but there's still been a death.
Run through, Chapel had said. It was a familiar method of death.
She crosses the last bridge to the Aquarium, slowing down when she sees a dark-haired man standing near a prone body.]
Chapel?
[She goes faintly pale when she recognizes the body.]
[He's on his third cigarette since finding the body by the time Bastet arrives. It's not that death unnerves him--it's something about the unnatural way this guy died that's creeping him out. He wasn't shot, he wasn't stabbed...there's just a big hole.]
[She doesn't immediately answer, her eyes scanning the area. The blood looks tacky, as though not completely dry; he likely hadn't been there long. There's a box, a blood-soaked map and another paper, as well as broken crayons scattered about.
She steps around the body, sinking to a squat near Truth's head. She reaches forward to close his eyes, gently letting her thumb brush the bridge of his nose.]
[Weird name. Not as weird as Geranium, but he guesses it doesn't matter now. There's not much he can do here--he's no detective, and he's not even a very good guard. Not when the guy who needed guarding is already dead.]
[She finally looks up at Chapel, her eyes shuttered; her voice is detached when she speaks.]
Is this how you found him? Nothing's been moved?
[Impalement with no trace was standard for the Tree...but she couldn't assume this early. The blood-soaked map caught her eye once again--had Truth been following its instructions?]
Just like this. The same for Geranium--we were just coming to look at things, dammit.
[It's said without any rancor at Bastet. Chapel's not a sentimental guy, but he can't help but feel that a place like this being sullied with murder is...wrong.]</>
[Before Bastet can answer, Kazahana bursts in running. She'd caught a glimpse of the victim's name in the elevator while checking for updates, and now...]
[For once, Kazahana completely ignores Bastet. She heads straight for the body--for Truth--and God help anyone who tries to stop here.]
Truth. Phoenix, no.
[Instinctively, she presses her heads to the hideous wound in his chest. She doesn't even need to concentrate anymore to activate the healing, but for the first time, she can't feel anything in its recipient responding.
[Bastet keeps her hand on top of Kazahana's. She knows, from bitter experience, that there's nothing anyone can say right now to make Kazahana feel any better.
So she simply sits, letting her friend know without words that's she not alone.]
[She can accept that, because Bastet always knows what she's doing--she can always trust her. And because Truth isn't here anymore, not the Truth she knows.]
[Phoenix heads out as soon as he sees Bastet's note, crystal be damned. He arrives in time to hear Kazahana's quiet words and rather than intruding on her grief, hangs back in order to assess the whole scene. The stink of spilt blood fills his senses, and for a moment he's back in the memory, back in that world of darkness and death. He squares his jaw, trying to ignore it, and approaches Bastet.]
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Run through, Chapel had said. It was a familiar method of death.
She crosses the last bridge to the Aquarium, slowing down when she sees a dark-haired man standing near a prone body.]
Chapel?
[She goes faintly pale when she recognizes the body.]
Oh, goddammit.
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[He's on his third cigarette since finding the body by the time Bastet arrives. It's not that death unnerves him--it's something about the unnatural way this guy died that's creeping him out. He wasn't shot, he wasn't stabbed...there's just a big hole.]
I take it he's a friend of yours.
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She steps around the body, sinking to a squat near Truth's head. She reaches forward to close his eyes, gently letting her thumb brush the bridge of his nose.]
Yeah. His name was Truth.
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[Weird name. Not as weird as Geranium, but he guesses it doesn't matter now. There's not much he can do here--he's no detective, and he's not even a very good guard. Not when the guy who needed guarding is already dead.]
I'm sorry.
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Is this how you found him? Nothing's been moved?
[Impalement with no trace was standard for the Tree...but she couldn't assume this early. The blood-soaked map caught her eye once again--had Truth been following its instructions?]
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[It's said without any rancor at Bastet. Chapel's not a sentimental guy, but he can't help but feel that a place like this being sullied with murder is...wrong.]</>
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No, no one ever expects to find a dead body.
[Phoenix. Goddammit, what happened?]
Thank you for reporting this, and for staying with him. Don't feel like you have to stay--I expect other guards and medics to arrive shortly.
[Another investigation--not like they'd had much luck with the others.]
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[He pauses before leaving.]
So what happens now?
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Truth!
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Kazahana.
[There's really nothing else to say.]
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Truth. Phoenix, no.
[Instinctively, she presses her heads to the hideous wound in his chest. She doesn't even need to concentrate anymore to activate the healing, but for the first time, she can't feel anything in its recipient responding.
The glow is there, but it's not working.]
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[Chapel just stared, not wanting to leave Bastet alone if she needed help with this, but suddenly sure this is not something he's meant to see.]
Should I--?
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Go on, it's fine.
[Bastet watches Kazahana try to heal him for a few minutes, then moves next to her, placing her hand over the other woman's.]
Stop. He's already gone.
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Poor kid.]
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This wasn't supposed to happen. Not to him. Not to anyone else she loved.
She opens her mouth to try and say something, but nothing happens. There's a burning in her chest that makes it feel like she can't breathe.]
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So she simply sits, letting her friend know without words that's she not alone.]
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Slowly, she reaches up to touch his cheek, but draws back when her fingers leave blood there.]
He shouldn't be here.
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[She hates sounding so clinical, but they needed to gather as much information as they could in order to find out what had happened.
To be honest, they shouldn't even be touching Truth--it will likely interfere with any scent Phoenix will be able to pick up.]
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[She can accept that, because Bastet always knows what she's doing--she can always trust her. And because Truth isn't here anymore, not the Truth she knows.]
...I have to tell Justice.
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All right. I'll be here for the time being.
[She's sure Justice or Kazahana or both will be back or at Medical Island soon enough.]
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He could come back. But he might not. And nothing will change the fact that he went through this.]
I'll see you soon.
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Hey.
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And I hope this is the right timing! o/
stick with this order?
sounds good!
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