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Franklin set his leather bag down onto a nearby table, opening up the clasp in order to remove the head from its contents. He took it over towards a separate metal table, wheeled it over towards the slab in the center, and began to gather instruments in order to start his investigation. “Actually it would make things significantly harder if I had everyone in here trying to work on the body. Too many hands introduce too many variables that could skew the results. For now -” Franklin watched as Finley began to ingest some of the blood left behind by the remains. That was exactly what he was referring to, though he did appreciate their help in the matters and they got more information for where to begin a new search. No attacker was a shame, but Franklin still had his own ways to get answers…once everyone was gone that is. He doubted Connie would approve of his measures, and didn’t care to have others view the skills he had so carefully crafted over the years. “Perhaps then some should investigate that Hall. Search for signs of a struggle, claw marks, blood, anything else that could help us move closer to some answers about this attack.” There was an unspoken ‘and out of my lab’ as he continued his work, grabbing a magnifying glass to look further into the physical matter. 

Barty followed in after the party of wayward witches, playing with the beetle between his fingers and he turned it this way or that. He sent a message off towards his twin [i][color=8a9a5b]I hope you’re end is much more fruitful than mine. It appears our dear Pedrito was in fact the victim, the strange witch with a multitude of familiars that appeared to be made of many parts, suddenly found dismembered and beheaded without an ilm of magic within him. They refuse my aid and are attempting to figure it out on their own, and I grow bored and impatient as I begin to worry about the old magic flowing in moment before these discoveries are made.[/color][/i] He looked around the lab, staring back towards all the others within the room before he straightened his posture. [color=8a9a5b]”I’m clearly not needed here, and I don’t mean to stand around either. If you find anything of note, due let me know, otherwise I shall be working on my Covens Mystery, Connie I would appreciate it if you would do the same. You have found your missing friend, there is no helping him but there is helping us.”[/color] 

Franklin looked up from what he was doing, looking over at Rohan as he asked him if there was anything that he could do to help. “Not exactly no. If you wished to you could aid me with what we discussed beforehand and I can work on both at the same time. Each of which will take time, but mostly what I need is just time and quiet to work things out. You guys don’t need to stick around it’s just going to be gruesome and boring.” He quickly set back into his work, finding not much more than what he’d seen before. He was dismembered, that much was obvious. Franklin wasn’t one to due an autopsy to discover a cause of death, he simply knew his way around bodies to make his own. But maybe with a little magic later…he’d get answers one way or another. 

Barty set out from the laboratory, making his way down the halls he’d seen for so many years, as he began to think on his puzzle at hand. He made sure to keep his wits about him however. A witch who let their defenses drop was one who would soon be found dead, and he’d be damned if he was about to become another statistic. He quietly hurried off towards his dorm, entering the room before sitting down upon his bed. He needed Connie to get their head in their game, he needed her powers in order to potentially work on his thoughts about their mystery, but if she was distracted as she did it she could ruin it all. It was incredibly frustrating to have to rely on another's magic, they were seldom reliable and more times than not unworthy of it.