Extispicy (Leo+Lyon+Ari body rxn, RE: Ignis)
Cold they could manage. Granted, it’d been some time since they’d been in the Appalachians but the necessary precautions stuck in their mind, a holdover from times when it wasn’t fractured into three parts.
Well, four now, thanks to Nam.
So, they hadn’t been bothered at first. The times before that they’d spend rushing about, handing about blankets and warmer clothes from their extensive wardrobe, glad they’d put some minimal effort into their flimsy cover story about coming here for a photoshoot since it did mean they’d brought most of their outfits with them along with some supplies to make more. They hadn’t imagined it’d actually be useful.
It didn’t stop getting colder, however. Around the time it got dangerously close to subarctic temperatures they began to abandon hope there was any getting around this. When was the last time they’d succeeded at working around any of the motives, anyway? The first one, for all the good it’d done.
And Nam speaking to them meant only one thing. Off they went into the chill of midwinter. What they saw took some time to sink in.
Human cultures the world over were fascinated by birds, but the raven often held a special place. Tricksters, healers, death omens, they ran the gamut of archetypes. In the gospels of saints, ravens would bring food to those lost in the desert. In the stories of the Tlingit people, Raven stole the sun to give to humankind. The Raven taught Cain to bury Abel, and with that, the war goddess Morrigan would sometimes take the form of a raven or crow, and so on and so on.
Complex stories for a complex person. Someone who they couldn’t quite make sense of even in death. Only one thing was clear: they’d witnessed the end of eternity, someone who was, even by the standards of their Celestial side, quite old. Someone who’d watched empires rise and fall. And just like that, he was gone.
But they were still here. And there was still work to be done.
Leo didn’t even give the new person at the seat of the Magician a second glance. In fact, they seemed entirely unfazed by the new companion, not that they ever seemed much of anything.
“We have reason to suspect that…dagger-like object may have been a sort of supernatural bane, as silver to a werewolf, in which case it would have been the true murder weapon.”
“We should explain. We found two things, an axe embedded within the roof of a nearby farmhouse, and the…we will refer to it as a knife for simplicity, but rather that black…thing that was in his heart. The axe was bloody and it would certainly seem that it injured someone, we would assume him, but, given the entire area felt like it might’ve been under the effect of a curse, we thought it might have been something the curios shop owner would’ve had knowledge of– or perhaps, that it was something he might have even sold to someone, as he deals in those sorts of things– but it wasn’t his, nor could he be absolutely certain as to its origins but it was likely some sort of bane…or a ‘manifestation,’ whatever that means.”
“…Certainly, he agreed, it was cursed, however.”
They let out a small ‘ahem.’
“At any rate, both were used, we would say, given the state of the surrounding area. It would seem there was quite a struggle, and a chase, and we think he must have shapeshifted at some point given, among other things, the black feathers scattered about leading from the clothing factory.”
“…We hope that gives you something of an answer.”
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