His stupidity needs another post!

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Django instinctively checked for his gun before even opening his eyes.

Then he opened his eyes, and blinked a few times while they grew accustomed to all the white around. The dad-thing-person was there, he had to admit that he kinda liked him, he did miss dad a lot, but the whole burying his heart thing had left him slightly reluctant to grow attached to his presence... He sneezed a little, completely forgetting his train of thought...

It was kinda cold now that he thought of it.


Oh, it was snow. Good thing he had a scarf.

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[enepece.livejournal.com]

"Then you're really my boy", Ringo said in his best 'hangs head' move.

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"Of course I am!" W-wait was that an insult?

... He didn't really care, it felt warm listening to dad saying that, so he just settled for that part.

[enepece.livejournal.com]

Snow kept falling around them, until they arrived to a small clearing. There was no moon in the sky, so seeing was difficult. There was a big tree in the middle, covered in white. The leaves moved with the strong wind, and a different sound could be heard if one paid attention.

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If there was one thing Django was used to (other than killing Immortals and sneaking around) was to listening carefully.

So he was a little glad that for once he could use a skill that he didn't hate. Looking at the tree, he did his best to listen to the different sound.

[enepece.livejournal.com]

It sounded like a rope. And it matched with the body hanging from one of the upper branches as it swinged.

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

Oh.

He looked up, with a bit of morbid curiosity, knowing full well that it wouldn't be nice.

[enepece.livejournal.com]

Blood dripped from the body, staining the snow black. It had no legs and no arms, and there was something weird with the stomach.

Of course, what called Django's immediate attention was the purple scarf around the body's neck.

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He frowned. Not funny, not funny at all.

"I'm a bit surprised the smell isn't stronger considering how long I took on the previous place... Must be the cold." His eyes moved away from the body. He should be used to this.

He should be more than used to this.

In a way, he was, it didn't stop it from hurting, but the fact that he could go on so easily...

He couldn't think about that. He was the hunter, he was their protector... He... No, his feelings weren't a priority, they hadn't been for a long time.

[enepece.livejournal.com]

Ringo walked besides his son, looking up with a sad light in his eyes. "The cold has nothing to do with this, and you know it. There are some thing that are better aknowledged as what they are instead of letting your mind find an explanation..."

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"It's ok, I was just kidding." He frowned a little, dad wasn't really helping his attempts to get distracted. "Still, this probably means I'm close to the next testhingie, so I better pay attention to that."

He was in a hurry, this place was cold and he hated it.

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Ringo nodded dully as he looked away from the corpse. "There isn't anything that calls for attention around... so whatever the test it, it must be centered in this tree".

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"Yup... It's either going up the tree, or under the tree... Of course I can hope that it's around the tree, but that would be too much luck." As he spoke, Django surrounded the tree, looking up and down to see if there was anything suspicious.

[enepece.livejournal.com]

"Luck has never been an acquaintance of ours, has it? Let's search the obvious place first", Ringo chuckled darkly, pointing to Sabata's corpse with a finger.

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Django nodded. Yeah, the obvious place was never nice.

So he god closer to said body, first checking the thing with his eyes, and then well, resignation kicked it. He would probably have to touch the body too.

Not that dealing with dead bodies was something new to him, was it?

[enepece.livejournal.com]

"Are you flying up there?"

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Django grinned. "Do you forget that I'm the best tree climber in San Miguel, dad?"

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The hunter looked surprised for a moment, but a small grin escaped his lips. "The second best one, mind you. Go, then!"

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He laughed, because he just couldn't help it. Poor innocent dad, he clearly didn't know that Django had been practicing a lot.

So he got ready to climb, if he had to check the body, then he would.

Nothing new. Nothing new. Nothing new...

[enepece.livejournal.com]

The young vampire hunter found no obstacles as he climbed the tree, other than the strong wind and the heavy snow. The smell of putrefaction was notably softened by it.

Sabata's neck was broken by the thick rope, the purple scarf seemed to be just hastily placed to cover it. Blood kept dripping from where his stomach should be, now just an empty but bloody cavity. A white envelope rested inside it, decorated with a golden eagle.

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Django checked the body and eventually found the envelope.

Killing people was normal, but it was the whole ruining the body thing that he didn't like. He already had had enough problems when they had no body to bury his father, so he resented it a bit.

Mother's scarf looked a little weird, but that was not the important thing. The first (or second) best tree climber in San Miguel decided to reach for the envelope, and get this thing done with.