The man walks confidently through the entrance, past the shop portion of the labs and into the building proper. It's a house and home, though the carpet is burnt and the picture frames are cracked. The smell of smoke and burnt flesh grows worse, and yet Jeremiah Fink laughs softly to himself as he reaches the lab.
There's a machine there, so enormous someone had knocked out the ceiling and built right up into the second floor. It's off now, and the amount of smoke and ash and destruction is enough to confirm that it's this which exploded.
The two figures on the floor might tip one off as well.
They look more like mannequins than people, really. Their clothes are fused to their bodies, heat melting silk and cotton and searing it to skin. One is carelessly tossed atop the other, their limbs tangled together and bent the wrong way around. White bone juts out here and there, and now that the house has had time to cool down, blood is starting to seep over the tile.]
Hideous, isn't it?
[When had Rosalind come in? How had she gotten by his side? And yet there she is, staring down dispassionately at the corpses below. Her eyes flick up as Fink begins picking his way through the lab, grabbing indiscriminately at papers and books and tucking them beneath his arm as though it's Christmas.]
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The man walks confidently through the entrance, past the shop portion of the labs and into the building proper. It's a house and home, though the carpet is burnt and the picture frames are cracked. The smell of smoke and burnt flesh grows worse, and yet Jeremiah Fink laughs softly to himself as he reaches the lab.
There's a machine there, so enormous someone had knocked out the ceiling and built right up into the second floor. It's off now, and the amount of smoke and ash and destruction is enough to confirm that it's this which exploded.
The two figures on the floor might tip one off as well.
They look more like mannequins than people, really. Their clothes are fused to their bodies, heat melting silk and cotton and searing it to skin. One is carelessly tossed atop the other, their limbs tangled together and bent the wrong way around. White bone juts out here and there, and now that the house has had time to cool down, blood is starting to seep over the tile.]
Hideous, isn't it?
[When had Rosalind come in? How had she gotten by his side? And yet there she is, staring down dispassionately at the corpses below. Her eyes flick up as Fink begins picking his way through the lab, grabbing indiscriminately at papers and books and tucking them beneath his arm as though it's Christmas.]