#xansur

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Great, another mishap from that dull beast.

Raj was beginning to lose count of how many times Salamar had to come to him for help, and each time the task he had to carry out for her became considerably harder to cover up. He only had to wonder how she was able to stay hidden after all these years, since she seemed to leave trails wherever she went. Perhaps it was only because of Raj that she didn’t get caged up like an animal.

Not that she wasn’t an animal.

As he dashed around the street corner with his dark trenchcoat and hat, he eventually found her waiting at the edge of an alley, dressed in a long skirt and coat to conceal her monsterlike qualities.He only felt anger when he saw her, and once she made eye contact with him she could tell, and tensed up in his presence.

“You’re lucky I even agreed to helping you,” Raj signed angrily as he approached her, annoyed that he couldn’t use telepathy to speak with her as that would seem strange to outsiders. “If you keep acting so stupid like this one of these days I’ll leave you to deal with the angry mobs.”

“Stupid? Xansur, this isn’t an act of stupidity, I really did have a reason to screw up again,” Salamar argued, though not usually hurt my Raj’s string of insults, seemed to be worried that he would stop helping her. “I thought I heard someone coming, so I didn’t have time to clean up the evidence!”

Though Raj was careful to stay inconspicuous, Salamar wasn’t, and as repeated out loud some of Raj’s words explained her situation in public, she didn’t realize someone could be listening.

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@twitchingproxy​

Another late night in the mortuary, another body to embalm.

With no intern currently employed as usual Raj was left with an eerily quiet building that night, and with an old building such as this one prone to frequent creaking, it was rather unusual, to say the least. Not that he was complaining, though the silence was off-putting, it meant that he didn’t have to worry about a human walking in on him having a meal.

As he slipped caps under the eyelids of the deceased boy he took care of, the ** d͏̰͓̼̪e͖m͙̗̯͜o͠n͚͚̣** thought about the irony of how despite his efforts to remain alone and hidden, he was always surrounded by humans. Dead humans, yes, but he often had to meet their loved ones to get his job done. But no matter how many saw the mortician, they only saw his persona. They’d never know what hid behind the mask, what went on in the mortuary at night. After all, looks aren’t everything.

Suddenly, breaking the comfort of silence, Raj could’ve sworn he heard something in the lobby. Somewhat muffled, possibly a creak in the wooden floor, but it didn’t hurt to be careful. He left his workspace and opened the door to the lobby to find anything off. The harsh light from the mortuary spilled out, and he narrowed his eyes to search for the source of the disturbance.

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@angelofgluttony

Raj wasn't used to sensing another one of his kind, other than an old friend, so it came as a shock when a nearby presence filled his senses, foul and unholy so that he knew that this one was fallen, just like him.

He chose to reach out with his telepathy to whomever was nearby in an attempt to lure them out. "There's no point in hiding, I know you're here."

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@blxxkeyes

It can be such a pain to travel.

Especially when the mistake of a rather foolish friend forced Raj to clean up after her in the first place, as well as traveling last minute to some town he had never heard of before. Castle Pines, was it? His friend Salamar seemed rather boastful when she told him she hid the body around the area, though he didn’t know why. Probably because of the history to it, but Raj never bothered to research it. Why would she be so concerned about a human town, anyway? Was there something supernatural about it? That had to be the case, otherwise he and Salamar never really cared about human lives.

Raj couldn’t seem to find the whereabouts of the body within the town, so he opted to search for it in the woods. It would make sense for her to leave it there, after all, the forest tends to be the ideal place to hide a body. After a great deal of searching within the area, he finally found what he suspected was the body, slumped by a tree. He could recognize Salamar’s sloppy bite marks on the neck and torso, left unfinished after she decided the human’s flesh was not to her liking. Such a picky eater, and now he had to pay for her bad habits. Even though Raj finally found the body he couldn’t feel relieved about it, as there was something odd about the place.

He couldn’t help but have the feeling he was being watched.

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The doors to the cell room burst open as the mortician walked in, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor. As he approached one of the lockers he tied up his hair in a ponytail and slipped on his surgery mask. He opened the locker and pulled out the body, carrying it bridal style and laying it on the table. As he pulled away the sheet over the body, he felt a presence in the room, untouched by the lone ceiling lamp swinging ever so slightly, and faced the darkness. As he suspected, his telepathy sensed the presence of another mind, and reached out to them. "Salamar, didn't anyone ever tell you to knock?" At command Salamar sauntered out of the shadows, her canine-like legs tapping the floor as though a dog had walked in, though most of her features were human-like. Her long black braid bounced behind her as she approached him, her twitching red gaze resting upon him with a toothed grin. "Where's the fun in that, Xansur? We're friends, right? You shouldn't mind me dropping in on you!" He met her with his cold gray gaze. "I like my privacy, thank you very much," he replied impatiently. "And another thing, you told me you'd be leaving for the next state last week. Whatever happened to that?" "I found out it was a dead state," she grumbled, leaning against a table nearby. "Barely any people over there. How am I supposed to get a decent meal from that?" "Not from me," Raj scoffed. "You'll make a mess if I offer you some of the flesh here." "Goody two-shoes," she called him, rolling her eyes and tapping a claw on the metal table. As she let her eyes wander around the room, she casually mentioned, "hey, so you know how you kinda eat humans when they're dead?" "Yeah?" "Well, I was wondering, how come you don't get 'em while they're fresh? I mean, these days atheism is really on the rise, you know? And all of us are having a field run pickin' them off one by one, so why don't you do it? It would be so easy!" Raj pulled out a meat saw and started hacking away at some of the flesh, remaining quiet for some time. When he pulled out the loose piece, he finally replied, "it'd be too much of a hassle trying to stay hidden like that. See, I've spent all this time trying to blend in with humanity, I'd rather not let it all go to waste. It's more efficient getting my sustenance passively, having them voluntarily give me meals." "All this effort trying to be seen as normal," Salamar pondered, then gave him a mischievous grin. "It's almost as if you're in love with humanity!" Raj gave her an incredulous look, then lifted his shirt and chucked the flesh into the mouth on his stomach, which gnawed on it harshly to get it to be nothing but red goop. "Trust me, it's really the opposite."

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⊗ //wow look who actually got around to sending you the thing lmao

…it was moments like these that made Raj regret owning a morgue.

For fuck’s sake, he might as well nail the windows shut, because these intruders seem to have this annoying tendency to crawl through the windows. Why not use the door if you’re so keen on entering? Well, whatever the case, this strange girl caught him at his lowest guard, so now she caught him without any sort of scarf or mask, leaving his lack of any sort of mouth on his face painfully obvious. All he wanted to do was relax for a bit and do some light reading in his den, but no, he yet again had to ward off more cryptids. Or at least he assumed this one was, all he’s been ever finding was paranormal creatures.

Frankly, his patience was almost at its lowest, so he slammed the book he was reading shut, and didn’t even bother using sign language to be polite and went straight ahead and used telepathy. “State your business here. Now.”

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@thegrumpykidneyeater

Oh good, so this little intruder did know sign language. Makes all the more communicating less awkward. From the stranger’s posture and demeanor, Raj assumed that this one wouldn’t pose too much of a threat, but decided still being on guard would be safer. After all, a place filled with death tends to attract some more…paranormal fellows.

“I assume you mean me,” he signed back, “before you came along I was the only one alive in this building. There’s nothing but bodies around me.” He heard a creak from the wooden boards around the building, the building was old, it could’ve been its regular bout of aching of age, but taking Jack’s response into mind…

“Unless, you mean there’s someone here other than the two of us.”

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⊗ ((*slides into the room* nyhello))

Raj had spent an hour or so in the den, reading a historical book, before hastily putting on his lab coat and his surgical mask and heading back into the mortuary room. But as he entered the room put up his hair into a ponytail, he paused when he saw an unwelcome visitor with a peculiar blue mask, apparently attempting to enter the room through the window. Damn, should’ve kept that closed.

After spending a moment of wondering who the hell would want to break into a morgue, he finally signed, “before any one of us does something reckless, state your identity and business.”

Hopefully this little…whatever it was understood sign language. He could’ve always used telepathy to communicate, but this could easily turn out to be a simple, misunderstood human.