Titus Groan (
77th_emo_earl) wrote2012-01-30 10:06 pm
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[For Steerpike] Till the least of the last is dust...
It's been some days since the poster went up in the main room, asking for any information on the whereabouts of Titus Groan, and some might think the trail is going cold. But the only thing going cold is the weather.
At some distance from the house, well into the woods, well past the Stone Table, Steerpike might find something disturbing: a lump with longish brown hair, protruding from the deep snow. There might be a foot sticking from the drift several feet away.
It's as disturbing as it sounds, and it's likely going to take a while to find the rest...
Title taken from the Schoolmasters' verse, aka the lyrics for the main title theme for the BBC miniseries. Primarily for Steerpike, but given the condition that the body is going to be in, it's likely to turn into a limited mingler...
At some distance from the house, well into the woods, well past the Stone Table, Steerpike might find something disturbing: a lump with longish brown hair, protruding from the deep snow. There might be a foot sticking from the drift several feet away.
It's as disturbing as it sounds, and it's likely going to take a while to find the rest...
Title taken from the Schoolmasters' verse, aka the lyrics for the main title theme for the BBC miniseries. Primarily for Steerpike, but given the condition that the body is going to be in, it's likely to turn into a limited mingler...
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It must be fate.
It must be irony.
At any rate, he'll stumble upon the hair. And after a moment of vague horror.... he'll start digging.
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Steerpike is going to SCREAM.
Like a girl.
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Is all that Steerpike manages, pointing at the corpse.
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And then.
"He was from Gormenghast."
And no-one hurts him.
Except me.
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He'll have to go read, though.
"None," he lies.
Seeing as he's one.
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"Aye," he says, again.
He's trying not to look disturbed, but he is.
[OOC: And in the spirit of wrapping up things, how about we assume that they bring back the body, without too many questions being asked, and call it a wrap?]
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Eventually, it becomes clear that they aren't going to. "I bet he deliberately picked a spot far away from here," says Hisoka, wiping a smudge off his face with his sleeve. They have been literally beating the bushes. "How are you doing, Misa?"
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“I'm fine.” She sighs. “Figures he would.” The Bastard.
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Hisoka looks around and sighs. He picks a direction that seems likely, looks at Misa with quizzical uplifted eyebrows, and starts walking that way. He has an idea that if Titus isn't here, the next most likely area is anywhere in the region of the stone table, or perhaps some distance beyond. That whole area's got restless and sometimes violent energy, and murderers other than Muraki could have an affinity for it.
A couple of miles farther on, they are now walking on relatively flat ground, between pine trees with their cold turpentine scent. They have passed the stone table. Hisoka thinks to say aloud, "So, are you sure you want to keep looking with me? You know what we might find." If she says yes, Hisoka won't try to dissuade her. He thinks people have a right to decide these things for themselves.
Hisoka's eyes are sweeping the snowy ground as they go...
[Can has Dead Titus now, pleeze? XD]
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"Oh my god..." She turns away, holding back tears.
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He sighs heavily, drops his satchel, kneels down and opens it. It has the tools and materials they need for this grisly task. He pulls out a plastic trashbag, pulls on rubber gloves, and bags the bone carefully. "Misa?" he says, "I'd like to...leave this here for the moment, and come back for it a little later." He stands up, sheds the gloves, goes to a tree and cuts a narrow branch, sharpens one end to a point, and plunges it into the snow beside the bag. He ties a broad strip of bright orange plastic tape to the top of the pole, so that he or any other searcher can spot it easily.
Then he goes to Misa, and if she allows, lays a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I want to keep searching. But you don't have to do this. I'll walk you back home if you want."
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"Have I done enough to help, Hisoka?"
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He has to return to the barn anyway, and get a cart or a wagon or something. The rest of Titus is probably around here somewhere, and Hisoka thinks it would be a good idea for the searchers to have a vehicle in which to haul all of him back in one trip, if possible.
And he doesn't have time right now to remember combing through that tangled heap of broken and blasted metal that had been the bridge of the Mary Rose, his first ship in his second life, for his dead crewmates. Or, for that matter...the cargo hold of the Queen Camilla, in his first life. There is too much work to be done.
He gives the forest a quick glance all around...keeping in mind those toothmarks, which his is pretty sure are wolf. His shotgun is already unslung and loaded, and carrying it in one hand, he takes Misa's other hand (again, if she allows), and turns for the shortest route back to the house.
[Nice thread, both of you! @_@ FTB after your next posts?--if either of you wants to post again.]
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Titus didn't have to suffer for that... monster. He didn't.
FTB. I wonder how is the agency going to break the news out with everyone in the mansion...
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"See anything, Neville?" he calls.
[And this thread is for Neville.^^]
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"Nothing at all. I was hoping you had good news."
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Hisoka sips his own hot coffee. "You did read the letter she left on her desk? I don't think she was hallucinating. I think that what she saw was real in some sense. So, was it a demon, or what? Dr. Muraki thinks so, and he's somewhat knowledgeable on the subject, and he knew Aramat. And as for the connection with Titus, if there is one...of course they had to have known each other at least a little -- from the play production, if nothing else. Aramat liked pretty boys, and he was attractive. I can't imagine she'd have passed him up." He takes another gulp of coffee. "But, Neville, there's more..."
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He wonders if Aramat was actually in a sexual relationship with Titus or merely flirtation, but he doesn't ask -- at least not yet. "More?"
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Then he holds his coffee in both hands (as Neville is doing), suddenly feeling his fingers to be chillier than they were a moment ago. "When we were interviewing people who knew Titus, a young woman named Misa Amane told me that she was sure that a man named Rudy Cooper murdered Titus. The reason she was sure was because he murdered her, fourteen months ago. He dumped her in the woods, and about four months later she was resurrected. She tried to warn people, but I don't think anybody believed her story."
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[Okay if we wrap up? Unless you can think of anything else they should discuss?]
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[fade! ^^]