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[The Manor's picked up another new resident...And this one isn't really advertising his presence. He managed to avoid the trap of the Blackberry doing its usual accidental broadcasts in "greeting", and has taken advantage of the relative quiet to go exploring - yes, he's out at an ungodly hour of morning.]

[For those who're nocturnal, there's someone tall and probably unfamiliar in a long grey coat - with some kind of metal staff that he's using as a walking stick he clearly doesn't actually need; he's not really doing anything more suspicious than being quiet, on guard, and creeping through the hallway looking for clues. He's also got a slight uncanny valley thing going with a hypothetical 30-year-old Mukuro - just enough features in common to be noticeable, but not enough to be "you could be twins", and unlike his successor, both eyes happen to be the same blue and look normal.]

[Any night owls want to newbie greet?]

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SOB. I'M KIND OF SORRY FOR THIS. ~_~; At least she wont' wake up with water damage or anything...

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[Whatever it was, it wouldn't be anything he hadn't heard a thousand times over, in any given decade of the time he'd been alive; he'd gotten to where such tirades were just things to mentally filter through for anything that might be useful, and otherwise would get tuned out.]

[As things were, while he wasn't exactly gifted with a Sky User's intuition, he had enough ability to pick up on presences (that and enough knowledge of how much it took to kill someone) to know when it was over.]

[Of course, he'd been at this way too long to be so careless as to just cancel the small bubble and leave a mangled corpse in the hallway; that kind of thing always led to someone ELSE snooping around unhappy or asking questions, and the whole exercise had been to get RID of an annoyance, not add however many more.]

[As much as he didn't know the area, he had seen a lake out some of the windows; not the best option, but the best he could think of on short notice, and it wouldn't take that much effort to just spit the "bubble" out on the shore of the lake, then sink the body with rocks; if he was really lucky, there'd be some kind of scavenging fish to clean up most of it, and by the time anyone found anything, it wouldn't really matter - there wouldn't be enough evidence of ANYTHING that could be made sense of to figure out what'd happened, much less trace it back.]

[Sure, the disposal was a detour and burning more power, but "better likelihood of peace and quiet and easier to feign ignorance" was worth it.]