So.

[emocaliban]

If someone is in a dark corner of the mansion, they might find a dead body. Yes, another one.

Caliban is curled around the bullet hole in his stomach in a pool of blood, very much dead, eyes closed and face calm and serious. There's no sign of the pistol he used or of a fight.

If anyone would like to deal with a dead body...?

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[mancalledspade]

"Jesus Christ. Knew things had been getting too quiet," he comments darkly. He'd case the joint for clues to what happened, beyond the obvious.

[emocaliban]

There's probably not much, aside from the fact that there might be indications someone was kneeling there for a short time while he was still alive. Otherwise...

[mancalledspade]

Spade shakes his head, cursing again. He moves to start cleaning up the mess.

[tomboy_22]

I left and I came back. Damned kid. Damned gun. Couldn't leave it there - first, you never know, it can be handy. Second... dead kid. I rest my case. And having looked around for Spade a little frantically, I come back to the scene of the crime... and there he is.

"Spade," I gasp. "You're always in the right place, at the right time, are you?"

I don't hold up, though, and start helping as soon as I'm close enough to do so.

[mancalledspade]

He looks up, expression a bit grim. "Shudder to think, if this is the right place. What about you? Didn't look like you were just passing through, way you came in."

[tomboy_22]

"No, I wasn't," I reply with a shake of the head. I try no to cry - this is taking its toll on me more than I expected. "Was here, tried to stop him..." I look away. "I didn't know if there was something special to do with the body, you know, since you said dead people usually came back."

The closeness of Caliban's corpse is making my necromancy stir - the call of the dead, and I turn away more completely. Focus. Focus. Focus.

T: If Spade was fast enough, he might see her eyes turn to completely black pupils for a short instant before they get back to normal.

[mancalledspade]

He frowns a bit, but says, "Mostly just try to clean 'em up, best we can. He did it to himself?" He sounds a bit unconvinced by this, but the stomach's an odd place for a suicide wound.

[tomboy_22]

I turn around to look at Spade, once it's passed. Better. God, the smell is getting to me. I think I'm going to be sick.

Me, big bad necromancer. Not puke. Not puke. Give the girl a cigar.

"He did," I reply grimly. "I was trying to help him, to make convince him to disarm..." I sigh. "I think he did it to himself accidentally, but he wanted it."

Shit. I'm an idiot. Murderers come back to the scene of the crime. Shit again.

T: Couldn't resist. Nothing like a little quiproquo, huh?

[mancalledspade]

He looks between Anita, the body, and back to Anita, raising an eyebrow. "You wanna get a bit more specific there?"

[tomboy_22]

I sigh, and continue to pick up Cal's body as I can. I try not gag, or to cry.

"Simple equation, Holmes," I reply as calmly as I can. "Depressed kid, found a gun, wants to off himself. Told him I'd teach him some martial arts, but he was a no-show. Instead, I find him huddled there with this gun. Tried to talk him out of it, failed."

Yeah. And I might have succeeded, had I not tried to project into him - had I not suspected he might be possessed.

Way to go, Anita.

[mancalledspade]

He helps with the body. "You try to take the gun away from him by force?"

[tomboy_22]

"Was almost there when he jerked up and pulled the trigger," I reply quietly. "Should have lept, instead of projecting. I was trying to be gentle."

Yes, I know. Not my forte.

[mancalledspade]

"Projecting?" We'll assume they move him up onto a couch, table or similar flat surface that's handy. Spade starts carefully removing what's left of his shirt to get a better look at the wound.

[tomboy_22]

I can't help but gag when the wound is more visible. It's the smell, really - innards don't make it pretty. But... if I were to revive him, Cal would make a pretty zombie. I shudder at the thought - it's against everything I've ever been.

"Yes, projecting," I repeat, staying clear from the table - I know what happened, I was there, so no need to get in Spade's hair. "Mentally."

[mancalledspade]

"Pretend I'm an idiot. What's that entail?" He's not overly fond of corpses himself, but there are no cops to deal with it here.

[tomboy_22]

"Tried to get into his head," I explain. "I thought he was possessed."

I shrug. It's too late now, and I'm short a potential friend.