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"Hey what are you--" the red headed man squinted as Richard flashed the camera and was taken a back by the light glare. Taking pictures at a time like this? Well...that was Richard for you, ambitious.

"Good question," Liamh's question wasn't meant for answer, but Charlie couldn't help himself from asking it. Call it second nature, but when curious situations arose it had been his job to investigate.

At one point in time the man would have been completly agasht at the situation about him, about the deformities on his upon himself...about the body...but once acceptance had found him, everything seemed as normal as it had ever been. He had been desensitized, normally a bad trait... but in this situation it helped those who ran to it survive.

"Who ever it was wanted someone to see the body...that is if we can assume they knew what they were doing. Which, by the indication of the number, is very possible."

Strange...why did he want to touch it? Touch that lifeless rotting flesh...

The feirce denial was a tip off. Another cat... reacted badly. What did mean by that? Was every single one was crazy? Going feral. Richard's tail tip curled around his leg. He looked up at the body, his eyes filled once again with a different type of fear.

"Damn." Shaking himself. "This is the first many perhaps. If thats Jamal, then he's finally sick of hiding." Richard remember that encounter with the Tigerman, there wasn't much left of his humanity back then. He shuddered to think what he was like if he had gotten worse.

Jamal? Kik-uze? Well, it was no wonder the names were unfamiliar. Certainly Charlie wasn't the "social" butter fly that most of his island mates seemed to be. Why ever more as late he had the dying urge to stay indoors, to stay in the dark with his blinds shut...some place that was like a burrow--

"Hmmn?" Faintly the pair of overly elongated and flattened lips on the tortoises' face twitched as he lazly stared over at Liamh who was now vomiting over in the bushes and mistakenly flicked his hand out to far touching the dead body.

His wish to touch the rotting thing had come true but oh how he wished it hadn't. "Ahh--" Wildly Charlie waved his hand about flicking off whatever "gore" may have been stuck to the trespassing fingers and with a panicked sigh tumbled backwards a few feet until he was sitting comfortably in the grass.

"Isn't there some sort of protocol for this?" The man practically whined. "Leaving it like this just can't be sanitary."

Richard looked away from Liamh as he threw his digestive system in reverse. His own stomach was churning and he didn't want to follow suit. His little arms covered his stomach, in an attempt to stop it from bursting.

He was about to tell Charlie not to touch the corpse but the sudden appearance of Newt hopping onto the scene distracted him from the thought. Oh no! If Newt saw the body the coward would lose it! Richard remembered Newt slamming into a wall from a simple hello. Richard had to distract him away from the scene.

Maybe he'd start a conversation. He slipped behind Newt and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey there Newt."

Liamh staggered back over, glancing at Newt with a wave. "Uagh... Nasty..." He cleared his throat. "Hey, Newt!" He called as Richard tapped the frog on the shoulder. "There's a dead guy," he remarked, half morosely cheerful, half a warning tone.

The hairy yellow dog lifted it's head from where it had been lying, chewing on a beetle. It sprang up, wiggling insect still in it's teeth, and bounced over to Richard and the amphibian, circling them with a bark that caused it's mouthful of beetle to be spat out near them. The dog looked rather pleased with itself.

Liamh stood a couple yards away from the body, not wanting to get too close to the corpsified guardsman, and glanced around. "Well... he's one of the labmonkeys," he said in regard to Charlie, "I think they should cart him off. I"m not hauling deadguy arse around town."

Miller had gone back to studying the body looking for any more sign trying to determin anything unique about the attack that would point to Jamal over Kikue, he failed to find the fur in his rather pathetic search and all he could think about was his hopes Kikue was innocent.

He turned when Charlie spoke and his feathers ruffled up around his neck his wings spazing suddenly under his red coat. "She? Youz sayin it WAZ Kik-uze?!" He stormed over to the turtle man his feathers still puffed up. "She'd NEVER do thiz!" Sure he was contradicting his comment of her being possible earlier, but between the confusion the body brought up and his feelings for the girl he couldn't stand to hear some one else so much as accuse her of such an event let alone prove it some how.

Richard slapped his forehead when Liamh blabbed to the Newt there was a body. "Ergh." He looked at Newt as he stumbled away. "Looks like Jamal got a guard and left it here as a present." Richard smiled mirthlessly.

He turned back to the body and the confrontation brewing between the bird and the reptile. He fixed the boy birdy with a stern look. "Did the Kik-uze remove her chip? If she didn't then she couldn't have done this. Now calm down!" Richard stares down at the corpse, looking at the neck in particular, all the blood was clotted now and the throat was gone. He wondered if the back of the neck was okay. Reaching into his pocket he withdrew a small swiss army knife and opened the blade.

"Juh-juh... juh-ja-jamal wuh-what?" his eyes widened at that sort of news, his wide mouth dropping down into a terrified frown. His webbed hands rose up to grip at his ID badge, throat puffing out in his anxiety.