The Bones Lady

[featherdrequiem]

Character Names: Kuja, Temperence Brennan
When: Wednesday 1st, a while after Kuja's sue murder.
Location: Temperence's room
Summary: Kuja remembers on the network a certain person who was inspecting old case files, so he dumps off the bones of a certain sue with her.
Rating: PG13 to be safe?
Warnings: Reference to corpses, (possible dark humour), Kuja

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[betterwithbones]

Bones wouldn't lie; when she'd opened the door and seen Kuja right in front of her, she'd been more than startled. However, what he was holding held more interest for her.

"What's that smell..? What's in there?"

In truth, she'd smelt something just like it many times in the past, but she really hoped it wasn't what she thought it was. Taking what appeared to be a singed duvet cover from the flamboyant looking man, Bones opened it, and peered inside. Her eyes went a little wide as they flicked back to Kuja, and she instinctively stepped back into her room.

"...where did you get these...?"

[featherdrequiem]

The Genome continued to keep his eye contact, his hands kept where she could see them. He wasn't about to attack her, but she too fell under that impression. No he was just disposing of something he despised, she seemed all to obliging.

"Smouldering in my room. It appears that someone decided to make a point." He retained a serious expression, but the undertones never once hinted that that someone wasn't him.

"I thought you might enjoy something to do."

[betterwithbones]

She wasn't entirely sure what to do or how to react; she'd never met this man before, and yet here he was, handing her a bag of bones, telling her that she'd 'enjoy it'. Her expression was equally serious, mixed with a little fear and the innate craving to spread the skeleton across a light table and analyse it.

"Did you do this?" She already knew the answer, but if he was the murderer, she wanted to ensure that he wouldn't try the same on her. It was times likes this were she missed Booth.

[featherdrequiem]

Kuja just rolls his eyes and folds his arms. What was it with people and being so hung up about this sort of thing?

"Yes. If you must know. However she was trying to kill me. It was self-defence."

He sighed and shook his head. He'd never met a phorensic anthropologist, they didn't exist in his world. In comparison it was completely backwater. You have the money you could keep clean. Then again he was used to keeping to the shadows, pulling strings and getting others to do his dirty work...well except for Terra but that was another matter.