[Palamedes looks thoughtful for a long moment, and then slowly turns his head to examine Natsuno. His expression isn’t accusatory, but he certainly looks curious.
Perhaps if he hadn’t spoken to Bash, Pal would be less likely to weigh the possibility of Natsuno’s guilt. That man had been fooled into thinking the ghost was a man he loved; could another ghost fool him and Jade into thinking their notoriously taciturn friend was in full control of his body?
Perhaps. But Pal has no proof, and only scant evidence. If he acts without being certain, things could go very badly indeed.]
You have a good point. We have little sense of what these revenants are capable of. They could very well have their own methods of communication. [For a long moment, his gaze continues to bore into Natsuno; then he sighs and looks back at the bloody door.] Hell, they might be holding secret meetings in the morgue to exchange information. That’s what I’d do.
Well, I suppose we can at least be sure that you're probably not one of them, or else you've certainly just blown those secret meetings out of the metaphorical water.
[A flicker of humor there at last, though it's a brief and very dry thing. Pal's leveling a longer look Natsuno's way, but Jade's eyeing the door once more around this time, misses the instance of scrutiny. ...He truly doesn't care for it, after all, even if he was the one to float it. The idea that such personal details that ought to be kept vested may very well be currently ferried about between murderous spirits, about now.
(No other message could have been so effective, really, in thoroughly distracting Jade as this one does. Which sure is working out in somebody's favor, about now...)
Still, though. All that aside--]
So, the blood in itself--it's indistinct in your readings, then? Doesn't appear to belong to any one particular individual? [Pal had nothing to say, it seems, about any actual demographics where the blood itself is concerned...]
We should check the morgue anyway. See if there's someone there with the same blood.
[Aw yeah false leads, he's NAILING this. Pal's curious glance is noted, but not acknowledgement. Just you wait, he thinks, I'll tear your noodle arms off their sockets, beat you up with them and once my friends take your body I'll have someone put them back. But first you should raise an army of skeletons, I wanna punch a skeleton...
Go on guys, Notsuno's just dreaming about murder over here.]
[Oh, Notsuno. Oh, you dear psychopathic ghost boy. Do you know what happens to people who underestimate Palamedes Sextus and his noodle arms?
Nothing good, is what.]
Or maybe it’s a trap. Maybe, if I were possessed, I’d want to lure you there.
[Okay okay, maybe that’s a borderline unfunny joke, given the situation. But also…he’s not wrong. They have to be vigilant. Without falling into a whirlpool of mistrust, they need to remain aware of the precarity of the situation. Not for the first time this month, Palamedes is reminded of the events at Canaan House, of the mysteries he wasn’t able to solve in time, and the people he wasn’t able to save.
Again, Pal glances at Natsuno, this time the look a bit more surreptitious. After a beat, he nods.]
A very good idea. [The blood on the door is still faintly damp and sticky, so Pal takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes away a bit of it. It’s not the most scientific way to collect a sample, it it will work for these circumstances.] And there’s no time like the present. I don’t think there’s much more I can do here, anyway.
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Perhaps if he hadn’t spoken to Bash, Pal would be less likely to weigh the possibility of Natsuno’s guilt. That man had been fooled into thinking the ghost was a man he loved; could another ghost fool him and Jade into thinking their notoriously taciturn friend was in full control of his body?
Perhaps. But Pal has no proof, and only scant evidence. If he acts without being certain, things could go very badly indeed.]
You have a good point. We have little sense of what these revenants are capable of. They could very well have their own methods of communication. [For a long moment, his gaze continues to bore into Natsuno; then he sighs and looks back at the bloody door.] Hell, they might be holding secret meetings in the morgue to exchange information. That’s what I’d do.
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[A flicker of humor there at last, though it's a brief and very dry thing. Pal's leveling a longer look Natsuno's way, but Jade's eyeing the door once more around this time, misses the instance of scrutiny. ...He truly doesn't care for it, after all, even if he was the one to float it. The idea that such personal details that ought to be kept vested may very well be currently ferried about between murderous spirits, about now.
(No other message could have been so effective, really, in thoroughly distracting Jade as this one does. Which sure is working out in somebody's favor, about now...)
Still, though. All that aside--]
So, the blood in itself--it's indistinct in your readings, then? Doesn't appear to belong to any one particular individual? [Pal had nothing to say, it seems, about any actual demographics where the blood itself is concerned...]
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[Aw yeah false leads, he's NAILING this. Pal's curious glance is noted, but not acknowledgement. Just you wait, he thinks, I'll tear your noodle arms off their sockets, beat you up with them and once my friends take your body I'll have someone put them back. But first you should raise an army of skeletons, I wanna punch a skeleton...
Go on guys, Notsuno's just dreaming about murder over here.]
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Nothing good, is what.]
Or maybe it’s a trap. Maybe, if I were possessed, I’d want to lure you there.
[Okay okay, maybe that’s a borderline unfunny joke, given the situation. But also…he’s not wrong. They have to be vigilant. Without falling into a whirlpool of mistrust, they need to remain aware of the precarity of the situation. Not for the first time this month, Palamedes is reminded of the events at Canaan House, of the mysteries he wasn’t able to solve in time, and the people he wasn’t able to save.
Again, Pal glances at Natsuno, this time the look a bit more surreptitious. After a beat, he nods.]
A very good idea. [The blood on the door is still faintly damp and sticky, so Pal takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes away a bit of it. It’s not the most scientific way to collect a sample, it it will work for these circumstances.] And there’s no time like the present. I don’t think there’s much more I can do here, anyway.