104 Dead Men Tell No Lies (1/2)
Randell inspected Peter and Gresham they walked in the room. After a brief inspection, Randell kept a mental note on both of there appearances. Not because he planned on becoming overly familiar with the two, but because Randell didn't like doing business with people couldn't clean themselves up well or at least had the potential to look nice. It was a pet peeve of his that he found hard to get rid of.
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After seeing Peter and Gresham looked well enough Randell put those thoughts of his behind him so that he could complete what he came there for.
”Are you two Peter and Gresham” Randell spoke with an upper-class accent which was a dead giveaway to the kind of life he lives if the fancy clothes weren't enough evidence already.
”Yes, we are I'm Gresham and this is Peter” Gresham eloquently presented himself just like he did at the bar where he got his teeth bashed in by Desmond.
”Ahh so your Gresham than I guess I'll start with you first”
Gresham and Peter hand no Idea what Randell wanted from them. Not wanting to be in the dark any longer Gresham asked.
Hearing Gresham's question Randell had a look on his face that made him appear more confused than Gresham. ”Why are you here, do you not see the chard dead body in front of you? You, sir, are here because of the royal fuck up that you made”.
As if struck by lightning Randell instantly knew what he meant ”you're talking about what happened at the steel mill, but I had no part in what happened there I wasn't even there when it happened”.
While leaning on his cane Randell said, ”you had a much bigger part in what happened there that day than you think. Your probably not going to believe me unless I showed you, so Hansel and Samuel Please bring out the Widow's Diary for me”.
Listening to Randell's instructions Hansel and Samuel both put down the heavy suitcase in their hands. As they opened it everyone could clearly see what was contained inside. It was a big cylindrical container made of reinforced glass while the lid was metal. The cylinder was filled with blood all of which clearly came from Randell's two bodyguards. Inside the cylinder was a squirming meaty mass that greedily sucked up as much of the blood inside the cylinder as possible.
Randell seeing Gresham and Peter's intrigued gazes explained what was inside the suitcase. ”That creature that your looking at is a mystic Item called Widow's Diary. Despite it being on the lower tear when compared to other mystic items It is very unique and just as dangerous. It is an intelligent mystic Item which increases its overall danger, but it's not as intelligent as a human which makes it easier to trick or threaten it. It has the ability to mimic everything a person has ever done or said in the last 24 hours of there death.
No soul is required for the mystic Items ability to work all it needs is enough of the body of the person it's mimicking. Its ability does not work 1 month after the death of the targeted body has died and it also does not listen to the user's requests until it is given enough blood to kill a person. Animal blood can't be given as a substation nor can you store human blood to give to it later. This mystic Item is intelligent so it can tell the difference”.
After being given a quick description Gresham and Peter knew what to expect and weren't surprised when they saw The Widow's Diary first hand. Randell's bodyguards unsealed the creature inside the flask and let it flop on top of the chard corps. It wasn't long until the Widow's Diary melted like ice cream and spread over every single inch of the corps.