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openish ☓ i see god in birds and satan in long words
WHO: Ilias, Max, & maybe you???
WHAT: A catch-all post for November
WHEN: Firstfall, pre-Ghislain
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Warning: dead bodies & dissection etc. in the mummy thread. Feel free to toss a wildcard starter on, or hit me up on plurk or PM if you want to hash something out! Ilias's October prompts are still roughly applicable, as are the hooks in their respective info pages.
WHAT: A catch-all post for November
WHEN: Firstfall, pre-Ghislain
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Warning: dead bodies & dissection etc. in the mummy thread. Feel free to toss a wildcard starter on, or hit me up on plurk or PM if you want to hash something out! Ilias's October prompts are still roughly applicable, as are the hooks in their respective info pages.
no subject
[ A casual remark as he steps around to the opposite side of the makeshift table, giving Ilias space to work. It sounds light, amicable; almost like an inside joke, though his tone remains appropriately solemn.
He's seen plenty of corpses, in all sorts of states. This is different. While he hardly understands the academic interest or shares in it, he can at least approach it with a civil respect. And, perhaps ahead of all of that — this is one of Nikos' relatives. He draws his gaze away from the remains, giving Ilias a curious look. ]
But you're here, as well— was it an assignment or a choice?
no subject
A little of both. With the king's ill health, things are-- unsteady for my family, politically speaking. [ To put it mildly. ] My grandmother, she is worried about assassins.
[ Said with a little flourish of his scalpel. Ridiculous, right? ]
She would prefer me out of the country, and I would prefer to be somewhere I might be of use. So, a compromise.
no subject
[ Were it not for the slight smile, it'd be difficult to read as a joke; but he is smiling, which does something to undermine the straightforward, thoughtful delivery. Not that assassinations are joke material, or anything. ]
Though it is curious that she believes assassins to be restricted by borders. Still, you've clearly made yourself of use, so at least your journey has served some purpose.
[ His attention drops back towards the table, brow furrowing slightly as he considers the (respectfully) mutilated remains. ]
What is it you're hoping to find?
no subject
But he's not unhappy to be here, all told. As for what he's looking for— ]
I am not sure what it will be. The spirit is... [ presently rattling around in its temporary animal corpse like a wasp in a jar? He winces, an amiable flash of teeth. ] Well. It is not supposed to be doing that.
Kostos believes something in the body has distressed it, but Berenike was mummified, mn, perhaps decades ago? If something was done to her, it would be more recent. Perhaps disguised beneath a repair, like this, [ Turning the withered shin in his hand to show the neat row of stitches he's removing, along the split side of a patella. Mummies bump their knees, too. ] Or showing itself in subtler ways, if the source is not so tangible.