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| Acmlm's Board - I3 Archive - - Posts by Kyo_Starr |
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Kyo_Starr Octorok                Since: 11-16-06 From: Amestris Last post: 6426 days Last view: 6426 days |
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| Numb, Kaede surveyed the scene: the man still sat hunched before her, shaking; Suki was bemused and slightly irked; and Daikirai had picked up the shovel and went about finishing the gravekeeper's job. Just beside the unfinished grave lay the coffin that housed the deceased.
As much to herself as anyone else, Kaede spoke up. "He... he recognized me. That must mean he's seen the deceased and she-- whoever she is--" Kaede ran a hand through her lavender tresses and patted down the length of her body, as if to assure herself she was still in the flesh-- "looks exactly like... me." She trode to the coffin and used an adjusted version of a healing spell used to dislodge foreign objects from flesh to remove the nails in the lid of the coffin. Heart thumping loudly in her throat, she pushed the lid aside. Kaede's flesh creeped as she stared at the body that was hers but not hers, her own face nearly as pale as the dead girl's. The corpse was neatly dressed for burial and wore a pale blue gown, as elegant as anything she'd ever worn in life. But the body was so lifeless, it looked like a puppet, as of one that had never possessed life to begin with. Kaede suddenly reached out and grabbed the arm of the corpse. Savagely, she rendt the flowing blue sleeve from the dress, to the horror of the gravekeeper who watched helplessly. She then tossed the sleeve behind her and scrutinized the arm, muttering something inaudible before she pronounced, "This is not my body," in a low voice. "I have a scar that was given to me by my uncle when I was five years old. Right here." She rolled up her own sleeve and muttered the same incantation to expose a grisly scar on her forearm, which she had previously cloaked with magic. "This corpse is a farce. Someone is trying to falsify my death." She looked to the gravekeeper and demanded, "What do you know?" |
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