~That's some good stew indeed. Someone has spent some money on ingredients of quality.~
(@Sarah) ???: ~still telepathy~ I didn't make you. It was you who came across me, and after seeing something you are scared to face, fled. But that's natural. After all, the oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown. And, believe me, more than you think. You're that way because of me in no small part.
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"Isn't it always wise to proceed with caution about all things, Ms. Dunkenstahl? It would make far more sense to plan for any occurrence than to assume and be sorely misinformed."
"Presumptuous and passive aggressive. Yes, dear stranger, please, let's just go out and get fucking coffee, Why don't we? Hey, did I ask for help? I don't fucking think so. Give me one good reason to assume you aren't just in my head like everything else."
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-Nah, the guy on tv doesn't look like the don-
-But the police are treating him in a method that the helghast would be used too-
-Considering he just got bashed in the head with one of the police electrolasers-
-That would definatly be police brutality in most districts-
-Oh well, he is not resisting NOW-
(@Lisa) No Name: Glad to hear that. One good side of fleeing Earth is getting access to nice stuff to cook with.
(@Sarah) ???: ~mental wave of what could be interpreted as sigh~ Jeez, I miss Shibuya now. People there were much more cooperative when put to facts. And, well, you are contradicting yourself. You've asked for help. But Hastur fled, unwilling to deal with your predicament. And now I, the source of it, is here, and offer answers. But you reject, being guided by emotions. Humans.
"You know, I'm not really sure. We don't seem to have all that much to plan for just at the second. Perhaps we actually have some time to ourselves, for once."
"I asked him. Not your sorry ass. But if you knew the gu̝̦͉̗̬̜ͤͯȳ͍͍̱̻͖̃͛,͙͖̮̻̖̞̾ ͎ͦͮͯ̇̐ẅ̠̳͔̹̺̱ͦ̎ͪͮh̲ͮ͟y͔̳͓̔ͧ̽̀͘ ̨̫̆̈́͗n̯̲͓̤̞̥o̰͆t̝̳̍ͨ ̅҉͔̤̲̘̱͖̺j͔͖̟͎͚͙̮̅ụ̠̭̺̠͔ͨ̓̃ͯ̅́s̞̱͉̰̞̻͎͆̿̅̓̈́̓t say so? Fuck, quit acting like I might owe you something and I might actually be willing to talk."
[forum cryptid: it/it's](@Sarah) ???: You what? You continue to reject your possibly single opportunity ever to unveil the story of your condition? Of your past self's demise? Due to questions of politeness? Discard emotions that hinder you. If you want, we can talk like equals. You're not that different now after all, are you, niece? Or daughter? ~the voice is almost dripping with mockery and malice~
Eires sighed and visibly relaxed in her seat, resting into the poof of the couch and stretching out. She popped a few joints and cracked her knuckles one by one before settling back down into position.
"You act like this is my one chance, but who's the one begging for attention here?"
[forum cryptid: it/it's](@Sarah) ???: Oh my. You confuse me begging for attention with me willing to help you and being a dick in the process. Maybe Arthur was right, after all. And maybe I should end your dream of freedom to awaken you and run you through a few more loops?
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(@Sarah) ???: Good.
The kid steps out before her, his dmile is carefree, sly, a bit haughty and infuriating. His voice is much less imposing without mental communication, but there's a bunch of new diverse shades in his bouquette of taunting and mockery.
(@Sarah) ???: Let's talk now. Care to have some coffee?~
With a hiss, the gasmask's seals unlatched and Liman took off her mask, shaking her hair free and taking in the first non-filtered air in a week. She sniffed the air a little, than some more and smiling as she took in air that doesn't smell quite as stale as usual.
Her features are very pale in tone, almost like that of a porcelain doll—almost sickly, to some. Her cheeks have grown flushed with the effort, though its paling down as she relaxed. Her eyes are a sharp, bright red— almost glowing, now that the lenses aren't there to filter out their colouration anymore.
"That sounds stellar, Miss Eires. Though..."
"I—am not sure what to do."
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"That's good. That's well.", Liman remarked. "Still—we have the shortage of actual heavy weapons...", as she looked at the screen.
"If that is Jakkazi, then—yes, we have less to worry about.", squinting under her mask. "Still—I would not...be sure. For the duration, anyhow."
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