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[While Jerry wasn't the greatest companion in the world - he'd definitely be better if he could still turn people to stone. Much more useful - he had his uses. Alerting Bill when a certain friend of Faize's finally left their training session was one of them, the eye-bat flying into the boutique once Hinata left to let him know what was up. And the demon put the skirts he wanted to get back on the rack for the time (since he could always get them before the trial) and made his way towards the chapel. He's been preparing for this since last week sometime, formulating the plan, finding the ugly raincoat to wear for this occasion, memorizing exactly where the knives he needed were so he could grab them early in the morning while no one was awake, stashing them at the schoolhouse...the whole nine yards.

Jerry was sent off to hang out in his room so nobody would come over to chat with the friendly creature while he's working, and once Bill spots the Eldarian he puts on a grin, left hand raising in a wave.]

Hazelwood! Training hard, I see! Got a moment?

[Perhaps if this wasn't such a regular occurrence, Faize might find it a little weirder. But he doesn't, of course, because how many times now has Bill come to find him while he's training. The muse has said it from the start: he's predictable. His routines make him easy to find. But that fact has never really bothered Faize. There's nobody here he'd like to hide from.]

[So when Bill approaches, he stops, offering a very small smile of his own as he replaces his sword in its sheath.]

Of course. [As he said earlier this very week, he can always make time for Bill. Especially now, when this is just "extra" training.] What is it you need of me?

[And he will always love that about you, Faize. You're so predictable. That's why you're the perfect target.]

Well I guess I was wanting a few minutes with you. I made something for Lil Creep, but I wanted some opinions on it before I actually give it to the little squirt. My hand is still shaky so my folds are worse than usual, but I think this little project came out okay!

[And then he raises his left hand up to make air quotes.]

"Little." It's at the schoolhouse, can you come look?

The...schoolhouse....

[He actually looks slightly hesitant. Depending on just how closely Bill's been paying attention to Faize's schedule, there actually has been a single change to it in the past few weeks. He hasn't been to the school since Alisha died. Not once. Not to stargaze, not to practice piano, not to look for Marta, nothing. It may not be where Alisha died, but it WAS the place where they kissed. Where they spent what he'd hoped would be the first of many intimate, romantic moments...and then she'd died a little over a day later.]

[Who could blame him, not wanting to go back there?]

[He puts on a smile, cramming a lid onto the weird, uncomfortable feeling in his chest. He's being silly, avoiding a location like this. It isn't as though he doesn't remember those moments in completely unrelated places, at completely unrelated times!]

[Besides, it's something for Urashima. A friend, one who has been kind enough to make sure Faize is doing alright, even when the sword spirit himself has clearly been having an even rougher time of things.]

...Mmm, of course. If it's a gift for Urashima, I can hardly refuse. Lead the way.

[He has noticed! Though he hasn't questioned it too much. Just crossed it off of his mental list of places to find Faize. There's a little hesitance on his end too, noticing the discomfort. He almost, on instinct, wants to ask if he's okay. But he ignores that and turns on his heels with the okay, leading the way as told. You can't murder a friend if you are too busy caring about him, so caring about him gets to be put on the back burner for now. Shank first, check to see if he's okay later.

He makes it pretty obvious, pretty fast, why it has to be the school house. On the way he explains the gift. It's this big origami turtle he made, taping a bunch of pieces of paper together to make one big piece of paper. All of the supplies he needs are of course there, ergo gotta go show him at the school house! Though as they get onto the grounds of the building, he stops, turning to face Faize. It's right where he needs him. There's a rock just barely inches from his feet, the knives are nearby, this is exactly where he needs him.]

Before we head in, you gotta promise me something.

[A giant origami turtle...incredible. What is Urashima even going to do with something so big? Nothing, because the turtle is a lie, isn't it? And yet, Faize believes it anyway. He's happy to talk about it, as they approach the school yard. Focusing on Bill and paper turtles means less time spent focusing on those weeks-old memories that are, sure enough, making an attempt to creep to the forefront of his mind the closer they draw to the school.]

[He gives Bill a slightly curious look once they come to a stop. Even now, he suspects nothing. And why should he? It's Wednesday. It's still early-ish. Bill didn't even look at this week's motive. There's nothing to be suspicious about at all.]

Hm? What might that be?

[Like he's going to say anything other than yes, though...]

[Hey, maybe it's not a lie. Maybe there really is a giant origami turtle in there. Or in some other location, waiting to be given to the precious turtle boy. Bill is just as fond of him as he is Faize after all! (No, there is no giant turtle.) But don't let those memories weigh on you for too long, Hazelwood. Don't want to spoil your surprise with a bad mood!]

Just promise not to laugh. I think taping the paper together was kind of a bad idea, and it's sorta falling apart in a couple places. Another reason I asked you to come look. You can probably help with that! But--

[He trails off, looking pretty curious over Faize's shoulder! Wonder what he could be seeing?]

Oh hey...is that that Marta girl you were telling me about? You said she looked a little like Toots right?

[And if Faize is kind enough to turn around to look for said ghost girl, Bill's going to use that opportunity to bend down and pick up his rock...]

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[Ugh, he's not in a bad mood! They're sad memories, but they're happy memories at the same time. It's complicated. But with company here, they're easier to ignore. He's fine. Because, again, allowing such things to get to him is just silly!]

[Faize cants his head slightly to the side as Bill trails off, starting to turn his head slightly, even before the taller man explains himself. Once he does, his eyes widen even more and he turns around on the spot to look behind him.]

Yes, she looks almost exactly...like Miata... [He trails off. Because, of course, there's nobody there. For a moment, he just stands there, looking this way and that, squinting across the snow-covered yard. Like maybe he's just missing her or she's hiding behind the fence or something. Eventually though, he turns back to Bill.]

Bill are you...certain, about that? Perhaps I merely missed her, but I'm afraid I don't see anyone there...

Yeah? Well I betcha didn't see this either!

[Bill already had his hand pulled back as he spat that out and quickly swings the rock. Sorry but there's just no way this is gonna miss you Faize. Hope you enjoy the head injury.]

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[Even with his quick reflexes, there's nothing Faize can do. Because quick reflexes don't do a whole lot when you're caught completely off guard. Because even the absence of Marta wasn't enough to send up a red flag. She's a ghost. She comes and goes without any sort of explanation whatsoever. As ghosts tend to do since they're...y'know. Dead and gone.]

[He doesn't have time to speak or even yell wordlessly. He barely even manages a gasp. His eyes just go wide in a blank sort of shock as the rock swings towards his head. Has he even fully registered what's going on here? Because he certainly doesn't look betrayed or even scared, really. Hell, if he could say anything, it almost looks as though it would just be a soft "oh."]

[They say your life flashes before your eyes in the moments before you're about to die. Maybe if Faize had had a little more time to register what was happening, that would be true. But he doesn't, so it isn't. Instead of eighteen years worth of memories, it's something like two months. Everything that's happened in this sad little town: the good, the bad, everything in between...all mashed together on silent fast forward. Until, with a soft whumping crack , everything goes blindingly white. And then, dark and silent. He doesn't even feel the ground as he hits it, landing on his side at Bill's feet.]

[See you space elf...]

[He watches Faize crumple, breathing a little heavily but remaining silent for a few moments. Man...that was a rush. Murdering in a human body is a rush. No wonder people like it so much, hot damn! It'd be one thing if he had his powers. Just a quick pew pew of a laser through the heart and he'd be done for. But now he's gotta calculate and plan and carry everything out and this just became so much more satisfying.

Dropping the rock a little off to the side, Bill leans in to look Faize's body over with a grin.] Maybe you should get your eyes checked.

[Haha get it? Because he's about to gouge them out? He's so funny, Dhaos was right when he said he's a funny guy. Okay, no time to waste. First up he needs to pull that sword out of its sheath and weigh it a little in his left hand. Yeah...this feels good. This feels right. He can do this.

Except pretty sure he hears something or someone coming? Shit...okay Faize, stay there - HA HA HA LIKE YOU'RE GOING ANYWHERE - he's going to just...duck around behind the school real quick. Thank god his flying is faster than his walking is.]

( Suddenly, an interruption. )

( Kneeling next to Faize's body, Urashima checks to find the source of the blood. Ah, a head wound? Those don't necessarily have to be fatal! Human bodies are stronger than people think and he checks for a pulse. Thank you battle experience and first aid training. To Bill, it'll look like he's just checking the body in general.

When he realizes Faize has a pulse still, he yells at Inaba, )

Tell them Faize is hurt! And hurry!

( What a relief. He's alive. Faize is alive. He doesn't see any other injuries but he'll still begin to check Faize's body anyway. It doesn't take him long to realize. )

Where...?

( ... is Faize's sword? Something isn't right and he begins to reach for his own sword at his side and getting ready to turn around-- )

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( THIS IS MY DYING USERPIC I'M READY )

[Dammit. Dammit why is it Urashima of all people? While the irony is actually kind of hilarious in some respects, he doesn't want to kill the turtle boy. At least not yet? Maybe he would have in the future, he feels the same kind of things about him as he does Faize so maybe he would have been good to kill too, but...oh well. Can't be helped.

Once he's sure the sword's alone, he starts making his move. If he's not quick, he'll be found out, and he can't have that. Weeks and weeks of practicing using a sword with his left hand come in handy here as he comes up behind him and brings Faize's rapier mercilessly down with a left handed strike on his victim. And once the head is completely severed from the body, he steps back again like he did with Faize, just breathing and taking what he just did in.]

Sorry Lil Creep, couldn't let you have a head start on the investigation. Just ain't fair, y'know?

[Yeaahhhh. But no okay. His arm is shaking a little and he's running through some of the back-up plans he'd made in case something like this happened. This was going to be the perfect murder and nothing was going to get in the way of that. He wasn't going to let someone walking in on him ruin that. Of course, he didn't think two people would walk in, and one would be sent to get help. He doesn't have much time.

So he quickly sets to work, using his left hand and the rapier to slice the poor boy in half. It's a little messy, but what can you do? This isn't exactly his dominant hand. That's done and over with though, and the sword is being leaned against a nearby tree so he can set up the first part of this grand scheme: crucifying the body.

The body being Urashima's torso. First he gets the knives he needs and then starts lifting the torso up.]

Okay Lil Creep, up you go. Gotta cooperate with me now, alright?

[As much as you can, at least. He uses Urashima's own blade with a nice stab through the heart to pin him to a nearby tree. Following that, each of his hands are then rooted to the tree with the knives he brought, and Bill steps back to make sure they'd hold. Once he was positive of that, he goes back to the other pieces of this complicated puzzle.]

Man you guys are lucky I like you so much. Wouldn't go through this much trouble for anyone else.

[Alright, so next up he needs to wipe off that murder weapon. Thank you for your help with that, Lil Creep. He's just going to borrow your clothing for now, okay? A good wipe down on both sides and a slip into the sheath later, he's messing up his tracks and then hoisting Faize over his left shoulder. He...can't exactly carry anything with his right arm, so dragging the legs will have to do for now...ugh right and the head. Okay, the head can be tucked between his right shoulder and his chin, and then grabbing the legs by the foot and dragging that into the void with him. Nobody will ever know!! (Everybody is going to know.)]

You know though you're a real...pain in the neck. Haha, get it? Because this is stupidly difficult...to manage...

[So stupidly difficult, in fact, that the head doesn't even make the full trip. It drops the ground at one point, laying sadly in the darkness. And Bill really does wanna get it and bring it with, give it a proper place to stay! But he just doesn't have the time...so the head will just have to stay there, he's gotta keep going.

His travels take him right to the playground, the dragging body continuing to hide his tracks as he moves towards the teeter totter. The legs are just dropped for now because Faize is getting heavy and needs to be set down first, weighing one half of the teeter totter down.]

Alright, so tell me if you've heard this one Lil Creep...

[This is said as he approaches the legs again, picking those up and moving to set them on the other half of the see-saw.]

Well I guess you couldn't hear it now either, since you're head is back there.

[There's a weak laugh that follows the bad joke. Once everything's set up, messes up his tracks as much as possible (any that weren't covered by the body dragging at least anyway) and takes to the sky.]

Okay kids you two have fun! I'll be back to check on you in a little bit, so be good! Don't wander off!

[And with that he's off! Through the void, where he's pulling his coat off and balling it up. No need to drip blood anywhere in his room after all...he flies as fast as he can, making a b-line to the hotel and his open window. Just gotta slip in there and toss the raincoat in the tub...he'll wash that later, after the investigation. And then wash himself up. No blood on his face? Nothing on his hands? All good? ...yup, all good!

Okay...time to just wait for the body announcement. Come here Jerry, let's celebrate a shitty murder well done.]

Ready buddy? It's just about showtime. We'll give 'em the ol' razzle dazzle at the trial! They won't know what hit 'em.

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