undertakiing

"Don't disgrace the dead~"

killthebody

" are you the one they call 'the undertaker' ? "

killthebody

He gave a nod, finding that he'd been around the block for a while to pick up things so fast. It makes this easier. Following him to the corps he seemed to treat the dead much differently than the living. Analysing what he could. Treating them as a puzzle peace. "They all seem to have the same wounds. Yet there is no difference wounds and no signs that they were assaulted intimately." A serial killer was in their hands. One going after foreigners that visit London. "Tell me, their bodies. Were they hidden or put on display?"
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undertakiing

@workahoIics 
            
            "If I'd say you were German mixed with italian blood. Mm?" He asked curiously as he leaned in uncomfortably close to the other male as his grin shared his bright teeth as he looked at the pictures he passed to him on a table. Tilting his head his grin faltered a bit as he picked them each up." Ah..Yes. The foreigners I've received for their embalming. I'm still working on this last fellow here actually. The flesh isn't that bad. A few stitches will fix him." He said as he walked over to a stone table in the back room that had a bloody drape pulled over it. Pulling it back it revealed what was left of a victim left with the abdomen cut wide open. Organs put on a separate table as he tilted his head with his creepy grin." Don't be shy~ come come. Say hello!"
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killthebody

Naturally it was a pretty uncomfortable question to ask anyone. Not exactly something you'd want to worry about so soon. "Uhm, I'll think about it. Maybe if you have a card I can order one further down the line?" He'd delt with a lot of people in his life, and it probably showed with how easily he adapted to these things. Despite his dark skin he sounded German. Probably having Italian blood mixed in. "But, I'd rather ask about a few people. I heard you cared for their bodies?" Taking out some pictures he let the man look them over.
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ROCKER-BOY

A formerly dressed man arrived in the dead of night. He checked his map to see if he was in the right place and hid it back in his coat when he was sure. Then he quickly flicked open his pocket watch to see if he had enough time. Satisfied, he knocked on the door, awaiting an answer. He heard that there was information to be given and this person had it, but not without a price no doubt.

hellstheatre

The man gave a slight sigh, shuffling into the crowded room and clearly keeping to himself. The underworld was a nasty place with all kinds of people. So, he wasn't the most unusual face among this crowd. Happily spilling secrets and stories that any person of the law would kill to know. Katsuo got himself some water before taking whatever open spot he could find. People here didn't talk about their events and who they've seen. Perfect for him. He can just simply dissappear whenever he needed to. The sort of life he preferred. Regardless of the strange people he had to belnd in with. The strange person he had to sit next to.