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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"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?"