Every single holiday, a head in a box

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The joke is it is in fact a head in the box. Thread headers inside. Any issues or questions, please don't hesitate to send me a PM/contact me on plurk/comment on the plotting post!

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"It's out on the table," Eames says with an absent gesture toward the main room, and he picks up the head to inspect it a little more himself.

"Her name was Mushira Ahmad, I believe. Bog standard human," he sighs a little and tilts the head to look at the neck. "Shoddy work, this," he adds as an afterthought. The neck's all hacked up, it's a real mess. Eames even tuts. He'd never do such bad work.

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Faolan takes note of the name, and the fact that this man knows it. "You knew her?" he asks, trying not to look at the head but instead keeping his eyes focused on Eames himself. "To what extent?"

And alright, yes he'll look at the head. And he's right of course, the neck's a mess. It's certainly not a clean cut, nor does Faolan recognize it as being the product of simple brute strength. Whoever had done this to her, it had taken some effort on their part. Which did narrow it down, to some extent, he supposes.

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"Not well," Eames shrugs a shoulder. They didn't run in the same circles, but a human at all the fae parties is bound to be remembered. "She clung to the Seelie, mostly."

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Ah. Well that gives Faolan more of an idea what sort of fae he's dealing with here, then. It doesn't particularly matter to him one way or the other, but it will be important to any sort of investigation that may follow, so he takes a mental note as he continues the conversation.

"You want us to take this off your hands for you, then," he half asks, gesturing to the head, already knowing the answer. "You say you'll pay. How do we know that we aren't putting ourselves in danger for accepting the offer?" He raises an eyebrow as he waits for his answer. It's a simple enough question. People are sending the man heads in the post, after all. It doesn't exactly bode well.

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"You don't." Is Eames' simple reply. He considers a joke about offering hazard pay, but thinks better of it. Still, it's hardly as if he's twisting anyone's arm to take the work, and this is far from the first potentially dangerous job that's rolled across their desks. "I don't know who sent this or why. I can't even be completely certain it was sent with malicious intent." Some people considered this sort of thing a gift after all. Not Eames, but some people do.

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Faolan thinks better of trying to point out that he'd meant danger from him. But so far, this fae man has not given him anything to concern himself over. He's bringing the head here to have the mystery solved for him, possibly to dump his problem on someone else, but it doesn't appear that he has any malicious intent in it himself.

Faolan stands in place assessing the man for a long moment, before nodding slightly. And just coming right out with the question. "What is your intent in this, then?" he asks. "We can investigate the matter, if that's what you're after. If it's more, our answer will take longer than simply accepting the job, as it were." If this is supposed to be an offer of an alliance after all, it's the oddest offer he figures he's ever received. And not one that he's sure he should be taking, not with how unpredictable things stand with the fae at the moment.

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"My intent is to find out who sent this to me and deal with the issue." Eames shrugs, interest in the conversation waning. He can't help it, people are so terribly dull after a little while, especially when it comes to business. "I'd deal with it myself, but I really don't have the time to spare right now."

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Faolan wonders just what exactly he has going on that would be more important than the proof that there's been a murder and that whoever's done it is obviously trying to send him a sign, but he leaves that thought where it is. And instead asks one last question of the fae man standing in front of him.

"What do you make of it, then?" he says. "Do you have any thoughts as to who might have sent it to you? Or why?"

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Fae business, Faolan. Do you know how many feasts he's expected to attend? So many.

Anyway. He sighs through his nose and looks at the head, "there's some magic on it. Could be a witch?"