Rabbit Stories

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“ My.. My… you know your stuff. Are you a soldier sent here to kill us? At least let me have a good night sleep before you do, ” As if they weren’t the ones currently in power. Laughing quietly, Alric put a mental note down that this was an educated man - which could be helpful to them but more likely hurtful.

“ This time? What a fascinating response… ” Alric leaned back in his seat a bit, enjoying the little word play this one was capable of.

“ And who were you before? ” He didn’t repeat the name. It might cross the line into blasphemy. And so, he waited.

“He would like that,” Eden admitted, sightless eyes pointed down in the direction of his feet. It was true; even here, where it was so hard to hear the Archangel, he could still feel the flicker of righteous fury like a fire at his back as he spoke those words even in a freezing cold place like this. The deepest bit of Hell was cold, after all. 

But what help would he truly have in here? And to what end? Eden supposed that it would just lead to a lot of pain and suffering. “But it hurts. I won’t, unless he makes me, pushes me out.” 

“I am a woman of facts over theories, mister,” answered the black scientist, examining the body with a minucious eye. Her job demanded her to see horrid sightings every day, and even though that unusual one had made her shiver when she first saw (or rather, didn’t saw) the wizard’s face, now in front of the  mage her expression was somewhat cold and calculist, as if that was just another day at work. Her gloved hands touched the deceased body carefully, almost kindly, tilting it’s head and it’s hands slightly to better observe the lack of skin and members.

“I believe evidence is crucial before trying to jump to conclusions -” she turned to him as she spoke, raising a disapproving brow and prolonging her eye contact when she saw the litten cigarette; her voice gentle, yet reprimanding “ - and I’d like to make sure Aurelius did not blow his face off while trying to light up a smoke. So if you’d be so kind to stop dropping embers over my patient. We try to find traces, not make them here.” 

She turns for a moment to look for empty flasks and instruments that could help her collect small samples of the missing surfaces. Those would be helpful to compare to any clues found at the crime scene when they were looking through the files later. “Though from what I could observe - ” she sighed, grabbing a pair of tweezers,  “The injuries seem to come from a similar source.” 

“I’m sorry if that may sound obvious to you, but what did he do to deserve such fame? I’m afraid the gossip doesn’t run as fast when you work down here.”

“Figure of speech,” he reassured, stifling the barest hint of a chuckle behind a cough. Theories only went so far when you needed evidence to solve cases, to put dangerous people away. And when you tracked wizards with infractions or expired credentials, everyone you met was potentially dangerous. Alistair was cavalier and lackadaisical about many things, but the safety of the general populace was not one of them. If there was a rogue magic user out killing others that worked in support of the people, he wanted to know everything he could prior to tracking him down.

The mage hunter’s eyebrows arched at her question, though his expression remained more or less good-natured. “Crane?” He released the smoke from his lungs, careful not to breathe in her direction or in the direction of the corpse, dispelling the ashes in question with a brief roll of the eyes and a wave of a hand. “He was a conjurer, a powerful one. A teleportation specialist primarily - he built the teleportation circles for the Empire. But, he’s been known to dabble. I’m sure he stepped on a few people to get where he got.” 

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@circumstanceworn Thanks! C: I am super faded right now, but I still think the pastels look decent.