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[irritating]

naw guess not, just curious

[ she doesn't press the friends thing any further, but she is most certainly grinning to herself when she reads his text ]

anyway gimme a bit, gonna do a little home invasion to check this place out

[oversleeps]

Don't get caught

[ and time to doze off while she does that tbh. ]

[irritating]

[ he's only going to manage a 20 or so minute nap before she's pinging him again with pictures of the interior ]

shit duckling there's an actual fireplace and a loOFWOAH HOLD ON GUY INSIDE

[oversleeps]

what did i just say

[ type. whatever.

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Are you okay

[irritating]

[ another fifteen minutes before she finally responds ]

yes

doin way better than grampa over here anyway

[oversleeps]

What did you do

[irritating]

hey i didnt do anything he broke his own damn neck

[oversleeps]

Good cover story
Actually, no
It's an awful one
No one will believe you
Is the house nice at least

[irritating]

no im serious i didnt do anything it was an accident he was fuckin 82 years old

but yes the house is nice shit didn't you even look at the pictures i sent you

[oversleeps]

Where's the body

[irritating]

inside, bottom of the stairs

[oversleeps]

That's

Exsilium is cold now
But not that cold
Considering there's a fireplace
Are you actively trying to be accused of murder here

[irritating]

IT WAS AN ACCIDENT !!!!

[oversleeps]

If you say so
But
You can't just leave him under the stairs.

[irritating]

i WASNT GOING TO, SHIT

he just fuckin died there and i haven't moved him yet cause i dunno what the fuck to do with him!!

[oversleeps]

[ s i g h ]

Where are you

[irritating]

[ insert poor directions here, something about the outskirts of town and a log house semi secluded by trees ]

so you gonna come help me light this bitch on fire in a shallow grave out back or what

[oversleeps]

It won't be shallow.

[ AAAAND ACTION. marduk leaves immediately, but the walk is long and he doesn't bother to hurry. if someone's already dead, they're not going anywhere, and the weather in exsilium is so cold that the time saved by running wouldn't change anything.

her directions aren't the finest in the world. it takes him time to figure out where the house it is, then even longer to decide whether or not he's found it. when he finally tries the door after a few circuits of the building and finds it unlocked, that's good enough for him. marduk slides into the house, nudging the door shut behind him, immediately calling out to apollo: ] Hey, so what the fuck did you actually do?

[irritating]

okay bring my shinies we're movin in and i ain't doin that trek twice more

[ In the time that Marduk's spent getting to the house, Apollo's been doing some serious snooping. So far the signs are pointing towards this guy being an old hermit, which is a serious relief, but that doesn't necessarily mean that he doesn't have family in the city somewhere. But, well, they'll just have to figure that out later. His cold dead body at the bottom of the stairs needs to be taken care of first.

When Marduk enters and calls out to her, Apollo will suddenly appear over the railing of the loft above the kitchen, yelling back as Metalhead sniffs around the room underneath her. ] I told you, I didn't fuckin' do anything! It just happened! But hey didya bring my shinies?!

[oversleeps]

I'm not your pack mule. [ in other words; hell no he didn't. the body itself is easy to find-- right where apollo said it would be, surprisingly enough-- and marduk kneels by it (him?) to inspect.

there are worse cleanup jobs to do, at least. the thought of it makes his neck itch; he clears his throat instead, glaring up at apollo. ] You have two choices here. Either you get to go try and explain how things just happened to someone even less likely to believe you than me, or you're going to help me move this thing.

[irritating]

[ Apollo lets out an exaggerated groan at his response, pouting and sinking down a bit over the railing as she momentarily acts like a baby. ]

I told you to bring my damn shinies, ugh fuck that stupid walk- [ She grumbles and bitches a bit more until finally she's straightening herself up and getting back to the topic at hand that's actually important. ] Alright, alright, I'm comin'. [ Pulling herself away from the railing, Apollo wanders over to the stairs, makes her way down to the last step, and stands there above her unintentional victim and Marduk. Glancing down at the old man's body, she grimaces a bit. ] Eh, at least he was old though, yeah? Can't imagine he had much life left in 'im anyway.

[oversleeps]

[ her complaints certainly fail to impress, if that helps. ] Yeah, and it's going to be a fuck of a walk to get rid of this, too. Get a move on.

[ there were some parts of home he didn't miss in exsilium. it stands to reason that they were the first ones to come up again, then. he's definitely annoyed with apollo-- he hasn't the resources nor the means to make people disappear properly, not here. it's going to be an incomplete job at best, and that bothers him more than having to walk hours in the snow to do it.

marduk steps up, moving off to the side so apollo can get the rest of the way down. one thing's for certain: today, he isn't carrying shit all. ] Young people don't deserve to die any less than the elderly. [ his voice is flat, not particularly interested in debating that point. this is all business now. ] You're sure he lived alone?

[irritating]

[ Cue another overdramatic groan, god Marduk cut her some slack. She finds it easy enough to tell he's annoyed with her (but then again when is he not), although she doesn't seem bothered enough to even consider trying to make this better somehow. ]

Well that's fuckin' harsh, ain't it? [ The off hand way she says it suggests she's not particularly bothered by that either, though. She steps over the body and, deciding she's not carrying shit all either, whistles to Metalhead, who immediately abandons all sniffing and comes to her side. Apollo stretches out her arms and cracks her knuckles first, then crouches down and begins hoisting the body up so she can sling it across the dog's back. ] Yup! Did some snoopin'; wife's been dead fifteen years and he's got no kids or grandkiddies. [ A pause and a grunt as she shoves the poor guy a bit into a better position. ] Grand total of one Christmas card kickin' around, but I dunno, it don't look too personal. Ain't those things 'spose to be personal?