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Max pressed a hand to his forehead in exasperation as the other two tended to the body. He didn't trust the guard as far as he could spit, and apparently the murderer thought them incompetent too given how brazenly messy they left the crime scene. He assumed campus lockdown would be the norm here - this was still a school - but if that was what the murderer was counting on, he'd just be playing into some leech's bloodstained hands. Not that he could voice this to the guards themselves; Max likely wouldn't be taken seriously if he tried to advise them to keep their response discrete. Eris would have a slightly better chance, but his investigative skills were surprisingly keen and sending him off on a mere errand would be counterproductive here. 

[color=8585ad]"You're thinking too linearly,"[/color] Max protested, any earlier trace of feigned civility abandoned in favor of his usual crabbiness, [color=8585ad]"If the killer didn't bother to hide the body, what makes you think they didn't fully intend for the guard to come knocking? Nobody's that suicidal, they have to have some kind of leverage."[/color] Paranoid? Maybe, but he didn't trust this setup. Not that he was particularly keen on hunting down the perpetrator on his own either, but he felt it was more reliable than a few random pawns. Fine, he really didn't have a better plan at all, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to shit on everything else that Eris and Salem proposed until he heard something he liked.

[color=8585ad]"Maybe they're paid off or somet- wait,"[/color] The mage paused his musing as he noticed the faint light beneath Salem's sleeves, snapping his gaze back to the body as he poked through the freshly-lengthened grass with his foot, [color=8585ad]"Her hand stopped glowing. There was some kind of sigil on the back of her hand when I was here."[/color] Did her spell wear off? He still had no idea what that was, but it was on the hand that had the fabric in it. Were they related? Eris seemed to think the threads came from the perpetrator's attire, which was a reasonable assumption. Was the spell meant to draw attention to that? Or was that the remnants of the spell that ripped off the cloth in the first place? He really needed some expert on runecraft here right now. Maybe he would have to talk to the guard. How annoying.

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