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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wulf Ratbane" data-source="post: 4056819" data-attributes="member: 94">NOTE: I've updated post #2 above with some character background. I'll update that post from time to time with images and other fluff, so check it often if you dig that kind of thing.Inside, the room was a shambles.Gunner pushed past Grim into the room. Cutter followed and closed the door behind them.“As I suspected,” said Grim, hissing his cold analysis through his vox-box, “we are too late.”The hab-stacks were all pretty much the same—one room apartments with a fridge, a cooking range, and a crapper in the corner. What sparse furniture the apartment contained—a bed, a table, some shelves, a dresser, and a few chairs—had all been tossed around or overturned.Cutter rooted around a bit, until he was distracted by a pot of cold noodles congealing on the stove. He sniffed at the pot, remarking absently to the others in an attempt to prove useful. “Any muddy boot prints or signs of struggle?”Gunner glared at him. “You mean other than all the furniture being tossed around?”“No, I mean like a violent struggle.”“You mean other than all the furniture being tossed around?”“Ok, blood? Any blood.”“No,” said Gunner. “And no sister.”“Dammit.” Cutter lost interest in the noodles and turned up his search a notch, kicking over stuff and meandering through the apartment like… well, like a beastman. He pulled open the drawers and rooted through them. Occasionally he’d hold some garment up to his furry snout.Gunner watched him, annoyed at first, but then a thought struck him. “Place doesn’t look like it was tossed for a robbery. Notice none of the drawers were even open. Kicked over the furniture, everything tossed around, but no signs of anyone being hurt. I’m starting to think the sister is a not-so-nice person…”Daemon? He didn’t even want think it. He’d only been an Acolyte, officially, for a few hours. Seemed a bit soon to be thinking daemons, let alone tangling with one.“Let me turn on the bio-auspex,” Grim said.“Good idea,” said Cutter.“That’s why you bring me,” said Grim.“I was beginning to wonder,” Cutter shot back.Grim began walking around the room, scanning back and forth with the auspex. “Stay close, Cutter.”The bio-auspex flashed red and started whining. The screen read, “HOMO SAPIENS VARIATUS.”“Sh*t!” said Cutter. “What’s that!?”Stupid, stupid… Grim thought. “Uhh, ok, it seems to be working. Test concluded. Cutter, step away now. Your mutant genes are interfering with the readout. It’s finely tuned to detect any anomalous human tissue, and you my friend, you got that in spades.”Cutter moved over to the door to keep an eye and ear on the hallway. Once he had moved away, Grim paced around the room slowly and methodically.Gunner moved away from the bookshelf, where he’d been hoping to find a photo or any unusual books, and went to look at the bed.“Whatcha doing now?” Cutter asked.“I had a thought to check the furniture for any unusual marks beyond just getting tossed around. And… payday.”He noticed some deep scratches in the wooden bed frame. Behind him, Grim had approached with the scanner, which began to beep faintly.Gunner backed away and hauled out his shotgun.</blockquote>

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