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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/11/2017 6:49:36 AM
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[b]Reagan came running, looking frantic. When she realized it was just Bedlam holding a corpse, she breathed a sigh of relief. She ran right over.[/b]
“Let me guess, somebody killed Grant? I can fix it. I just need a few squirrels and about a week or two.”
[b]Reagan began to look around Grant’s body, examining everything.[/b]
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"A week or two?! I...that's good." He sighed, getting up on his feet. Violet ran into the room, fire in her hands. "WHAT'S GO-Oh....Grant." She almost instantly noticed the dead man.
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“Yep. Hey Mom, can you go get me some squirrels or something? Need to use the souls to bring his back, but it’ll take a while.” [b]Reagan began lifting up different parts of Grant’s clothing around his chest.[/b] “Stab to the heart... Magic healing... Bedlam, do you even know what happened?”
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Violet nodded to her daughter before vanishing. "Stab? Healing? I have no clue, but the healing makes me understand why I saw no wounds." He knelt back down again, looking over at Reagan. "Do you know?"
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“I’m a healer, not a scryer. All I know is that he was stabbed and healed. Don’t know by what on either account. There’s no other injury and no sign of a struggle... He might’ve done it to himself. What’s the last thing you remember before finding him?”
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"Uhh..." He closed his eyes and thought for a moment. "I...I killed...so many people." He opened his new blue eyes and shook his head, looking worried. "He was telling me something in the bar, but I'm not sure what."
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“Hm... Alright...” [b]Reagan takes a few steps back now, sighing heavily.[/b] “Since I don’t know what trauma happened here, it might not work. I dunno. I’ll try my best, but I can’t promise anything.”
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"Y-You don't know if you can bring him back? Well, thank you. Thank you for even trying, Reagan." Bedlam sighed, gazing down at Grant.
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“I would... I would come to terms that he might not be coming back. This type of necromancy... Haven’t tried people before. Though it is a for a good cause... Suppose we’ve made a new art. White necromancy.”
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"Maybe I'll get Pan. How do I contact Death?" Bedlam went into deep thoughr, standing up and pacing.
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“You should probably go, so u can get started. May want to inform everyone... Or wait for any relatives to show up at the gate. If you come back tomorrow, I might be able to let you talk to him.”
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"Thank you so much, Reagan. I owe you big time." He patted her head before jogging out of the library. [spoiler]End?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yeah.[/spoiler]
