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Charlie is outside, practicing Tai Chi forms. White tank top, loose black pants, no shoes. He looks utterly serene.

Feel free to watch. He might stop and say hi.

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[young_womble]

There is a rustling in the bushes near the forest.

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Charlie notes the rustle, and keeps going with a few more stretches, and an internal mantra.

[young_womble]

After a while, a rather bedraggled Wellington scurries to the next bush.

It rained heavily last night, and his hat got muddy.

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Now he sees it. Something that looks vaguely like a Muppet. Or maybe that squirrel-like Green Lantern from some years back is more like it.

"Hello?"

[young_womble]

Wellington peeps out nervously.

"H-hallo." he says. "Have you seen a small white bag with a W on?"

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"Sorry. I haven't." The little thing is rather pathetic looking. And sounding. "What was in it?"

[young_womble]

"Four lolly pop sticks, some broken plastic, a big rubber thing and a broken umbrella." Wellington says.

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"No offense, but you can replace those easily." He stops his exercise and walks closer to the curious creature.

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Wellington fidgets nervously.

"Y-yes, but we get in trouble if we lose our bags." he says.

He hesitates, then asks.

"Um... has anyone found a... a dead body?"

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He stares at the creature. "Not that I know of. But I don't hear much news here. Should I be looking for one?"

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"I don't know." Wellington says, bursting into tears.

"There was a man, yesterday... he s-sort of..."

He wipes his nose on his paws.

"I-I think he might have killed himself because I accused him of stealing the cutlery!" he blurts out.

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Charlie is now right over the creature. "Did you have any kind of weapon? What do you think you did to him?" It hardly seems big enough to rip paper, but you never can tell.

[young_womble]

The Womble trembles terribly.

"N-no I didn't touch him, he had all these bits of cutlery in his case and I asked if they were from the bar and he... he put the fork in his eye and stuff came out!"

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"Um, that's not killing him. It is weird, though." Something to ask around about maybe? "What happened to him after that?"

[young_womble]

"I-I'm not sure, I thought he was exploding so I dived in the lake and hid in the water for twenty minutes. Then I came out the other side and hid in the forest."

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"If you didn't see a body or any sort of activity at that time, odds are he's not dead. I don't think that kind of thing goes unnoticed for long." Though from what he knows of the mystery of West, there isn't much of a forensics team here, either, to mop up after murders.

"I'm Charlie." Do you shake hands with such beings?