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Hey man, Sorry, you caught me at a bad time and I can't get to the phone.
Leave a message and some way to get back to you.
I'll call you back when I get a mo.
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Hey man, Sorry, you caught me at a bad time and I can't get to the phone.
Leave a message and some way to get back to you.
I'll call you back when I get a mo.
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What shadow have you been hiding in all this time?
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[Any actual discussion of the death can happen in person.]
The sprawling metropolis of Southtown. Can't get out, so I figured it better to stay hidden than draw any attention to myself.
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Came for the graveyard, stuck around for the murder spree.
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Murder-- Right. Hang on. Where exactly are you? So I don't have to go looking through every single shadow in this damn place.
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Why bother when he can slip through the shadows and show up behind him?]
So what have they said?
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The wolves tried to rip my throat out. Had to take a dive in the river to wait them out and it wasn't fun. They got some nasty fish in these parts.
[The fact that the wolves wouldn't talk to Chance was enough of a discomfort alone. All wolves talked to him.]
As for the other characters, didn't have much luck until I cornered a rabbit. Not usually the fear tactics bad cop type, but from what I could get, he's new to this place. They all are. Not an animal in the woods older than a month or two and they're all mad. Some kind of sickness.
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As much as I'd have loved to see you trying to avoid the fish... well no there's nothing to add there. I'm sad I missed it.
[But a time and place, after all.]
A sickness. Combined with the fact that you apparently died, and there's dragons roaming around. What exactly are we dealing with? Oh, and a murder spree.
What'd you get us into this time?
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Next thing you know I'm climbing out of a six foot deep hole, covered in dirt and not anywhere we've ever been. Thought I was an after-lifer but I can still shift and there's no wound.
[He lifts his shirt up, poking at his own abs in disgruntled confusion.]
Swear if it was that god damn necro again, I'm gonna rip his throat out for thanks. I don't need another life in my head. Two is bad enough. Three is just plain cruel.
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And you're sure you weren't on an extremely, extremely bad trip? Because I've heard this one before. Hell, hasn't this happened to us at least once already?
[He lowers the patch, dragging his hand down his face as he does.]
Doubt it's him. From what little poking around I did, it doesn't seem like anybody we know.
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The wolves down in Southtown. Anyone worth mention? They mooners?
[It was a reasonable question, considering the recent full moon.]
We're in this one deep, Ian. Any chance of you shadowing your way out of this place? The barrier gave me a nasty case of static shock when I tried to find a weak point. I think our charges aren't compatible.
[There was a joke in there about his positive charge and the negativity in this place, but for this particular time it remains unsaid.]
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They all are, by the looks of it. Left 'em alone when it became more than clear that they're all boring as shit. One of 'em's mute, the rest are all pretty standard.
[Watching two of them sit on a newly created wolf is not his idea of a good time.]
If I could, I'd be long gone. But you're lucky I can't, would've hated to leave you behind. I can't even see through the shadows past the barrier. I'd have better luck trying to get to the moon.
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[He rubs the back of his neck and clears his throat.]
I might've also through no real fault of my own, sparked the fury of an after-lifers support organisation.
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[Oh god what now.]
What in the Hell did you do?
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Closes mouth.]
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