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[personal profile] buio 2025-10-12 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
I know.

(Ptolemais has tried to look at bodies like she once looked at dead cows or sheep but it's harder for her. Trying to detach the person from the meat doesn't work like it did when she had a knife in her hand and the Reverend's instruction in her ear.

Now, for example, when she sees Paul she freezes up for just a moment, a quick stall out before she pushes through and comes closer by careful steps—

She presses her nose into her elbow. They are starting to smell.)


Fuck that. (Dying like this, that is. Muffled,) Do you want me to do anything or just — moral support.
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[personal profile] buio 2025-10-16 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
(It was a joke but ok—)

Maybe they don't attack individually. Maybe they do it in the pack. (She's still got her nose jammed into the crook of her arm but she starts to look, squinting her eyes for a moment, trying to blur out the body, turn it into something else so it's easier to examine.

Her verdict?)
This is insane. None of us are forensic scientists. Do any of us know what the fuck we're doing?
Edited (do you ever forget for a second your character literally despises true crime anything) 2025-10-16 00:40 (UTC)