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|| Accepting

"Nope, you're dead."

@concretefantasy​  said:  "You got one chance." Kiran hissed, gun pointed at Henry's legs. "Come quietly or I'll pop your kneecaps out."

               ❝ I am not going. ❞  If the gun intimidates him, it isn’t at all apparent.  He stands there calmly, arms tucked behind his back, head tilting to one side as if they’re little more than a fly buzzing around his head.  ❝ Don’t make me do something I’ll regret. ❞  

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“You have a gravebug on your neck. Stay very still, Leon.”

Gravebugs were insanely dangerous. Somehow charged with necrosis despite being a living species, a single bite from one was enough to turn most people into ghouls.

“A what? A-ah...” Once his eyes shifted towards his neck, a small gasp uttered from his lips before he stood completely still. Almost even paralyzed as this insect was casually crawling around his neck. 

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"Okay okay! Watch this!" The goblin excitedly rushed around to set up for her little demonstration. On one side of the workshop she propped up a sheet of wood. Then, she stepped back to put some distance between her and the board. She whipped out the strange cube contraption she'd shown Whendi earlier, then pointed one end at the target. One click of a button had its gears clicking and whirring around as the faces of the cube changed. Then, with another click, the true power of her contraption was revealed.

All at once a jet of water shot forth. The wooden board cracked and groaned as she minced it apart with the water. Even though the stream was just an inch or so thick the sheer pressure let it slice through just about anything with the power of the sharpest of swords. Once she'd turned the sheet into little more than splinters, Tulsi clicked the button once again and shut the device off.

There was something afoot and that was ignoring the literal foot on the ground in front of him. He had been called in by the police chief to consult on a case again. Apparently this was a rather bizarre one. Pieces of bodies showing up in different corners of the city and no DNA to speak of. Whoever they were dealing with was a real freak, so all hands were needed on deck.

That said, there was something different about this case. Because it seemed that he wasn’t the only supernatural detective here. 

He shifted his gaze to the right and once he was certain that the Chief had vacated the crime scene, chose to speak.

“If I’m not mistaken . . . yer a Lich right?” 

He’d met one before, a long time ago. Though that one had tried to kill him. He was a rude fella. Hopefully this woman wasn’t anything like him. 

He extended his right hand in greeting.