"I doubt it's that easy when he apparently has not stayed dead before," Tiger pointed out logically. Nothing was ever that easy, especially when it came to shit like this. Not that he experienced things like this on a routine basis, of course.

  

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The corpse blinks, perhaps having expected, well, something to have happened. "Dying breath," he said to Mr. Skeeter, "And I don't lie."

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Perhaps Meer's patience for worldview-shattering things is slim. Perhaps she was just dramatic after discovering the lake. Perhaps she just did not want to look at a talking corpse anymore. She herself did not want to consider her reasoning, and instead held her hand out expectantly at Mr. MacFusty. "If you don't want to do it I will, then," she snapped. Worst case scenario, stabbing the creature didn't work and they were back to square one!

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Considering his sword was build for a six foot five man, he wasn't about to hand it over to the snappish woman and wouldn't have even if she had been built to lift it, let alone wield it so he ignored her outstretched hand. He wasn't willing to be stupid about this like she apparently was. "I'll do it, if you're so insistent but I doubt it will do anything," he stated before slashing at the corpse man thing. The man wasn't alive so he didn't have many qualms about doing so.

  

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At first, the man’s offer seemed simple. But soon Clifford realized that some ordinary wounds wouldn’t do the job - as a grievous wound on the man’s chest illustrated - and they had no magic to do anything above simple hits and stabs.

Some people in the group seemed to have a plan, though, unlike Clifford. So he stood and watched whether it would work.

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Thaddeus watched as the sword was swung at the corpse, feeling apprehensive about the plan. He turned to the group and said, "Does anyone have matches? As a secondary plan, should the sword not work." He had a length of rope, but doubted that the typical methods would truly work -- was it possible to strangle a corpse back to death?

  

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"He's not going to be able to tell us anything if we set him on fire," Freddie pointed out, whilst peeking around the shoulders of the nearest fellow group member to get a look at what damage MacFusty either had or hadn't been able to inflict with that showy sword.

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"Nor if we decapitate him," Maeve agreed. "We'll kill you in any way we can," she addressed...it now, "but only if you tell us what we need to know."

Though in all honesty, someone would have to...dispose of it regardless, once the rest of the mess was sorted.

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The sword collided with flesh. The creature remained standing, and didn't bleed, but something odd was happening nonetheless -

it was aging. Moving from a "recently dead man" to "a skeleton" before their eyes, and the sword was rusting, too. The creature reached its hands towards MacFusty.

The wind around them rustled and seemed to say: SALEM SQUARE.

But it wasn't dead yet. Still grasping.

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Well that had escalated. Clearly their options were now limited. It almost sounded as though the wind was speaking. Almost. For the moment, Maeve was uncharacteristically quiet.

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Clifford didn’t expect the plan with the sword to work. But it did. He became worried that a skeleton would have no means to tell them anything. Then Clifford thought he heard a voice. Hearing voices no one else could had never been a good sign, but in circumstances like this concealing it could cost a lot in the end. ”Did you hear that?” Clifford asked no one in particular, hoping someone else heard it, as well.

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Mason had to look away, he was bad at cutting semi-sentient plants when necessary for crying out loud. He stilled when the sounds started, then heard something on the wind. He thought he was hearing things until somebody else mentioned it. He passed a questioning look around the group before looking at the decomposing corpse.

"I think that was our answer, fire sounds good if anyone's got something." He was eager to move on with this process, but he hadn't thought to grab matches himself.

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Freddie's eyes were locked on the corpse as it decomposed before their eyes, to the exclusion of being able to effectively use any of his other senses. He wasn't even aware of the noise in the rustling wind until the others started discussing it. He hadn't heard what it was, but apparently someone had — and that someone was satisfied that they were finished with the skeleton man and wanted to dispose of the rest of him.

"I wouldn't... touch him," Frederick suggested, with a glance at the sword MacFusty had used, which had started to rust. He didn't think the skeleton look would be particularly attractive on him — or on any of their group.

  

Thaddeus stared, trying to reconcile the improbability of what he saw in front of him with reality. It didn't make sense, but it was undoubtedly real -- and that was the most frightening thing of all, knowing that this was not a dream. "If you have anything else sufficiently sharp, Mr. MacFusty, now might be the time." A quick decapitation would do just as well as anything else, surely.

Salem Square -- how long would it take them to get there? And this lady the corpse spoke of -- how powerful must she be to cause all of the strange phenomena happening around Hogsmeade and Irvingly? Thaddeus still had a million questions and not enough answers, and he was itching to move on to the next phase now that they had a path to follow.

  

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For the second time ever, Meer agreed with Freddie - she didn’t think anything good would happen to Mr MacFusty if the corpse touched him, not after it was corroding the sword.

  

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With MacFusty not resisting, the corpse’s hands lock around his neck. He starts to strangle as he crumbles into dust - but evaporated before the damage can be deadly.

Around MacFusty’s neck, where his hands grabbed on, horrible hand-shaped burn marks start to rise.

But E is left alone, in the woods, with a destination.

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