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[It's been almost a week since Orthrus' lucky escape. Almost a week, of all calls to Heisenberg going (metaphorically) to voicemail. Almost a week, to rest and recover from the harrowing losses of the previous Friday.
It's been almost a week. And the storms are getting worse.
You know the locked door on the first floor? The one that goes into the center of the tower, right across from the great entry hall doors?
Today, there's a heavy iron key sticking out of the lock. With a familiar crest on the head.
The key is sticky with wet yellow paint, and wetter blood.]
It's been almost a week. And the storms are getting worse.
You know the locked door on the first floor? The one that goes into the center of the tower, right across from the great entry hall doors?
Today, there's a heavy iron key sticking out of the lock. With a familiar crest on the head.
The key is sticky with wet yellow paint, and wetter blood.]
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There's six body bags laid out on the floor of the room.]
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Patchouli huffs and rolls up her sleeves. She'll check for nametags on the bags. If there aren't any, she'll unzip a small section of the bag closest to her. ]
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Anyway, behind zipper number 1 is Prince Wu, looking only a little more waxy and pale than he was when he died.
For what it's worth, it looks like the bags were pre-numbered.]
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Purely for the sake of knowing who's where, Patchouli will check the other five bags, giving them just a cursory glance to check who's in there and confirm things. ]
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...I still miscounted, my bad.]
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