[Now, he might not have been around for the invention of the cassette recorder, but Hell was an anachronistic mess. He'd definitely seen one before! The smile doesn't budge, but there's a look of thoughtful consideration as he eyes the thing.
... It stays untouched, he isn't the one using it after all]
Great! Now you might not have heard of the Ripper before, heaven knows a lot of nasty nefarious ne'er do wells have slipped under the radar and slunk into more mythological infamy, but to tell you the truth, to hear the whole story, you'd almost imagine he couldn't have been a real person to begin with!
Not with the state they found the bodies in anyway. Picture it!
[He zips in, making a motion to chummily wrap an arm around poor Jon's shoulder with a grand sweeping gesture]
A cozy little home, doors all unlocked, windows still open, a table set! All prepared and ready for a visitor, company clearly completely expected. You walk in, and take a single step into the kitchen, and you're absolutely assaulted by the smell of blood. It just paints that floor, all over the walls, hell there's some on the ceiling! Gouges on the wall where fingernails scraped against it, hair caught in a door frame, a single white pearly tooth resting in a pool of crimson. Not a sight for the weak kneed or the faint of heart, sir, not at all! But there's no sign of a body, just shreds and tatters of an apron. Where could it have gone?
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... It stays untouched, he isn't the one using it after all]
Great! Now you might not have heard of the Ripper before, heaven knows a lot of nasty nefarious ne'er do wells have slipped under the radar and slunk into more mythological infamy, but to tell you the truth, to hear the whole story, you'd almost imagine he couldn't have been a real person to begin with!
Not with the state they found the bodies in anyway. Picture it!
[He zips in, making a motion to chummily wrap an arm around poor Jon's shoulder with a grand sweeping gesture]
A cozy little home, doors all unlocked, windows still open, a table set! All prepared and ready for a visitor, company clearly completely expected. You walk in, and take a single step into the kitchen, and you're absolutely assaulted by the smell of blood. It just paints that floor, all over the walls, hell there's some on the ceiling! Gouges on the wall where fingernails scraped against it, hair caught in a door frame, a single white pearly tooth resting in a pool of crimson. Not a sight for the weak kneed or the faint of heart, sir, not at all! But there's no sign of a body, just shreds and tatters of an apron. Where could it have gone?
.... And then, you see the pot on the stove.