[ So very weird to suddenly hear a voice in his head. He's been thinking of saying something to the other people that somehow reach him, but nothing he can think of saying is the best given the situation. ]
-- this still is really weird. [ To put lightly. ] I guess settling in as well as a fish man can. At least the water is apparently purified now? Hate to think how things would be wandering around in -- well, don't need to finish that thought.
[ The Murmur can be off-putting, too much psychic juju for the average man, but people adapt quickly. Mostly. Murphy will get there. ]
Just don't jump into the rivers, Fish Man. We might have the purification plant running, but nasty shit hides in the waters. Pretty sure there might be weird, mutated Hosts in them. [ She's seen glimpses of something big beneath the water. Could be trash, but wiser not to risk it. ]
I'm doing... okay. As well as I can be given the situation. These slips in reality got me a bit worried, but... [ What can you do? Worry won't fix a thing. ]
Don't worry. I'm not that dried out. [ Yet? Yet? Hopefully not yet. ]
It's really like that town I came from. [ He clicks his tongue. Everything feels like that town. ] 'Course none of the people there ever talked about Sleep or One or anything. They just talked about how a person needed rituals to do anything.
Her heart jumps when he mentions that it's familiar. Worse, a sudden alert wariness rises at talk of rituals. ] What town did you come from, Murphy? [ She attempts to pass it off as idle curiosity, but the Murmur makes it clear: this is uncertain suspicion. Fear. A desperate desire for all of this to merely be trauma-induced paranoia. ]
[it is an empty, decrepit warehouse with a single bed. a bizarre choice but it hardly phases Maria most of the time. until now. when she realizes where she is, feels her hair, and her clothes; she is immediately shaking her head.]
No. No, no, no, no. [she starts pounding at the window she's standing at with her hand. this has never happened before. when she wakes up, she's in Heaven's Night. the cycle starts again and she has a chance. this is just unfair. to wake up to the worst part, knowing James is about to reject her again? fight her and kill her? this is beyond unfair and Maria shouts out a loud 'No!' before she starts looking around...
—and sees Murphy. her eyes widen, brown and not blue.]
Murphy?
[in a minute, she will feel embarrassed he saw her act like that. hardly very delicate or sensitive. but right now all she fears is relief. is she still in the dream? maybe this isn't real, just like last month?]
His steps almost seem like they echo as he walks. It leaves him with an unsettled feeling as he takes in everything - slowly, almost in a stupor. He stares at the bed and can't help but make a face at its existence. More confused than anything else, because why the hell's there a bed here?
But he snaps into reality as soon as he hears a woman's voice - or rather, the panic in her voice as she's beating her fist on the window. He steps back, in surprise, before he starts walking closer towards her. ]
Huh?
[ It didn't look like Maria from behind, at least. He blinks as he feels a bit disoriented at her changed appearance.
Murphy keeps moving towards her, however; his eyes trained on her face. As he draws near, he can honestly say that it is Maria but - is this from her past? When she had brown hair and dressed differently? ]
Sorry - I didn't quite recognize you. [ A beat. ] I mean -- [ He points lightly at his own head, trying to indicate her hair. ]
[ Feels stupid to ask if she's okay, but -- ] Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?
[ Beating her hands on the window - did she end up breaking some skin? He quietly worries. ]
[Maria looks back at him almost stupidly, as if she doesn't quite know what to think of him. she had believed she went back to Silent Hill but with Murphy here, that doesn't seem possible.
it's probably too long before she finally answers him, confused about what he's asking about. her hand does ache but that feels so far away. she shakes her head.]
No. I'm...I'm not hurt. [but she isn't okay and she won't say she is.] This isn't real, is it? [she asks slowly, looking around. it certainly looks real. it feels real. Maria's eyes go to the bed nearby and she frowns.] You wouldn't be here if it was.
[ It's the word he settles on upon hearing that she isn't hurt. The word "good" comes to mind, but he's relieved that she's not hurt. But -- ]
I don't think this is real. [ He squints, shifting around in a half-circle, to look around at everything. ] It feels -- [ He grimaces. ] --strange.
[ He makes a soft confused noise, though. ] Like why's there a bed here? Why are you brunette? I don't mean to act like a lady can't change her hair, but -- [ Holding his hand out to the side, he's at a loss for words. ]
-- but -- [ This word weighs heavily. ] -- this has meaning to you?
[He knew there were people on the move in the city, and he figured it was about time that he rose off his own laurels to contribute and maybe counter. He wasn't going to beholden to oversight by the man who would make his life a living hell (more than usual). So, time for action.]
Hey best buddy, best pal, I was wondering how handy you were with fortification and creating supply caches?
[ His voice a little dry in response but more to add to the humor of the call versus take away what is being asked. They are friends; he admits that much. ]
I still owe you that boys' night out. It sounds like it's one that's going to be of fortification and supply caches along with painting our nails? [ A beat. ] As for how much I know about those things... supply caches? Not much.
Fortifying? [ He tilts his head, thinking on it seriously. ] I'm all right with it, I suppose. [ The skills for building up a car probably could be translated into building up something else? No - he's being serious with that thought. ]
[His tone was good humor, leaning into the absurdity that had generated in their last conversation. He was here on business, but that didn't mean they couldn't continue to have fun with it. After all, this place wasn't exactly joyful much of the time.]
You do! If my idea holds any weight, we could make it a double-feature of fortification and beautification. [He rubbed his beard with a hand, nodding his head.] That's probably where I need the most help. I've been looking at maps, and I found places in every part of the city that could be useful and people would recognize as fortification areas.
[ There is a sensation of his face warping into something incredulous like he's losing the plot of his own banter. But he shakes his head and carries on. ]
I got a few skills in that, yeah.
[ Finally decides to not beat around the bush: ] Used to be a mechanic. Normally, I'd use that to hotwire anything, but welding is second nature, too. [ Furthermore, it puts him at ease to think about making structures to keep people safe. ]
There's a lot to be concerned about, like all these weird, bad emotions going on inside of him, where he is, the details of that 'dream world' (that he remembers somebody calling a dream) and all those things, but it's also kinda a lot. A real lot for just one guy, who has decided after his arrival? To try and focus on the basics.
Like getting somewhere that's not outside and really depressing, maybe. That would be a start.
Which means moving, and at least that's a little easier than it had been. There's still no nervous system or an accurate idea of his own mass to help him not look like a hobbling amalgamation of rocks on top of each other shuffling their way downtown, but there isn't a lot better Gorgug can do. Except, if he does see someone, whether from behind or otherwise (but let's be real, Murphy can likely hear the walking pile of stones coming down the street), Gorgug can do something: ]
Hey. Heeyyyy! Not a monster, just a-- just a guy! Hi! A new guy!
[ Let people know that he is absolutely a Normal Guy. Even without the armour covering him, there's a muffle to that voice that doesn't carry as well as his 'footsteps' do, but hey--
Maybe this tall walking golem seems familiar, Murphy. ]
Murphy makes some noises under his breath. Adjusting to no longer feeling the fevered desire to serve his lord. His face feels hot - both out of anger and humiliation. People saw me like that! Resting his hands on his face, he drags his fingernails down. They scrape over scales and he grumbles yet again.
His hands have become much more webbed than before. Fins started to sprout out the side of his face which spread the scales more toward his nose. More and more, he was becoming a fish. Yet he tries to wear his mask to cover it up - the gas mask does what it can. But his facial fins have grown so large that they poke out the sides.
He pauses as soon as he hears what could only be described as rocks slapping together. It's a bit later that he hears a familiar voice. ]
Hey - hey!
[ Holding his hand up, he trots to go and greet him. ]
It's been a while with all the...maze and stairs and running around Gorgug's had to do (running being a choice word, given his condition), but once he gets close enough, he does recognise the other guy. He comes to a slow, stopping before Murphy, his own mask peering down at him. ]
It, it doesn't feel like I did. [ To be honest. Waking up as a stone guy is kind of... the opposite of what should happen when he wakes up, Gorgug thinks. But he's also more curious about another point: ] Um, did something happen to your face? Are you okay?
[ The feeling like he's still asleep. Certainly, he gets that feeling to whenever he's waking up in this city. At least, he's waking up where he went to sleep? Positive? Whatever. It feels like forever since he was able to walk around but - right, question. ]
-- yeah, a lot happened to my face.
[ His tone is a lot less chivalrous and self-sacrificing. He'd apologize for it, but he's kind of in one of his moods. The mood being that he doesn't like being jerked around by Sleep and he feels he suffered some massive -- okay, he's not going to finish that thought. ]
[ The connection comes slowly, edged with hesitation, threaded through with a quiet, gnawing fear. She's been turning this over in her head for weeks now, and the dream only dragged it all back up. ]
Murphy, I, uh... [ She falters, searching for the right way to say it and finding none. ] This is gonna sound weird, but... where is your Silent Hill located?
[ Part of her is already bracing, already dreading the answer, but another part is clinging hard to one specific hope. West Virginia. She wants him to say it so badly it almost hurts, like something in her chest might give if he doesn't. The thought of it being anywhere else sits heavy.
Because if it's not... he can't help her. And worse—what if he stops wanting to? ]
[ The hesitation confuses him. He furrows his eyebrows and wonders why she is asking him this, but ultimately, he can't come up with any answer.
With some confusion, he replies: ]
It's in Maine.
[ Traveling from one prison to the next, it was good to know if he would be crossing states or not. It was equally confusing they would even let him go when there were the pending charges but -- that was neither here nor there. ]
[ Her heart stutters hard in her chest, hope collapsing just as quickly as it rose. The disappointment hits all at once, and for a few long moments she can't seem to get her footing—like she's been dropped into water too deep, legs kicking for ground that isn't there.
It takes her time to steady herself, to gather something resembling balance before she can answer. ]
Because mine is in West Virginia. [ The words are tight, caught around the lump in her throat. The feeling bleeds through the connection. ] I don't think we're from the same world, Murphy.
[ With the connection, their tether, he feels her emotions more than he did through just their talking through the Murmur. The sensation of almost being unable to breathe takes him - a grief he does not comprehend but feels in his bones.
( it took heather a long time to finally reach out to murphy again, his comments about the cult and silent hill still ringing fresh in her mind. she'd been able to secure an apartment for herself with the help of agent grapes and agent choi, and while she was still wary of him and the cat, he proved to be reliable enough company. he seemed to genuinely want to help the people here, and while she felt it wasn't his burden well...
his kindness softened her up a bit. she'd been lightly stalking murphy here and there, ear wolves rotating and tuning in for any sounds of his voice but in the end she had kept her distance. now she decided to finally reach out to him and confront the elephant in the room.
the connection was bad at first, but there it was, the murmur that pulled them together as if they were truly in the same room. she looked tired, eyes red and even a bit bloodshot and she seemed a bit thinner than when they first met. food was hard to come by, and even harder to keep down. )
[ Murphy blinks, tilting his head in the direction of the sound even though he knows that's pointless. He has his own place, yeah, but he has been drawn to water more and more lately.
As it stands, or as he lies, he is face up in a pond. Central Park thankfully has a lot of them and the water feels nice on his skin (scales). His eyes close for a second; the whirlwind of the month is over and he feels worse for it, but it could be worse for others.
He pauses as he hears her call to him. ]
No. I'm pretty free. [ There is a half-smile, self-deprecating. ]
Have you been okay? This... this is kind of how things are here, but I hope that you've been safe.
( with a deep breath followed by an equally dragged out sigh, heather rolled her head and shoulders a bit, trying to find the strength to come around to what she wanted to discuss. he had been a temporary enemy, someone to fear but all evidence pointed to him just being some dude who got dragged into that town.
she did some research, he probably just roped up into the order's bullshit. who really knew though? )
I've been....trying. There's some real weirdos here you know? Like that town...
[ He is already sitting up in his puddle. It is what it is; he has to deal with the damp clothes but it makes the scales underneath said clothes feel less bad. But that's beside the point. ]
... I'm feeling like you're not asking me to look into someone for you?
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Date: 2026-02-05 01:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2026-02-08 05:30 am (UTC)[ So very weird to suddenly hear a voice in his head. He's been thinking of saying something to the other people that somehow reach him, but nothing he can think of saying is the best given the situation. ]
-- this still is really weird. [ To put lightly. ] I guess settling in as well as a fish man can. At least the water is apparently purified now? Hate to think how things would be wandering around in -- well, don't need to finish that thought.
[ ... ] How're you doin'? You okay?
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Date: 2026-02-09 02:51 am (UTC)Just don't jump into the rivers, Fish Man. We might have the purification plant running, but nasty shit hides in the waters. Pretty sure there might be weird, mutated Hosts in them. [ She's seen glimpses of something big beneath the water. Could be trash, but wiser not to risk it. ]
I'm doing... okay. As well as I can be given the situation. These slips in reality got me a bit worried, but... [ What can you do? Worry won't fix a thing. ]
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Date: 2026-02-09 03:41 am (UTC)It's really like that town I came from. [ He clicks his tongue. Everything feels like that town. ] 'Course none of the people there ever talked about Sleep or One or anything. They just talked about how a person needed rituals to do anything.
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Date: 2026-02-09 04:11 am (UTC)Her heart jumps when he mentions that it's familiar. Worse, a sudden alert wariness rises at talk of rituals. ] What town did you come from, Murphy? [ She attempts to pass it off as idle curiosity, but the Murmur makes it clear: this is uncertain suspicion. Fear. A desperate desire for all of this to merely be trauma-induced paranoia. ]
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Date: 2026-03-05 11:50 pm (UTC)No. No, no, no, no. [she starts pounding at the window she's standing at with her hand. this has never happened before. when she wakes up, she's in Heaven's Night. the cycle starts again and she has a chance. this is just unfair. to wake up to the worst part, knowing James is about to reject her again? fight her and kill her? this is beyond unfair and Maria shouts out a loud 'No!' before she starts looking around...
—and sees Murphy. her eyes widen, brown and not blue.]
Murphy?
[in a minute, she will feel embarrassed he saw her act like that. hardly very delicate or sensitive. but right now all she fears is relief. is she still in the dream? maybe this isn't real, just like last month?]
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Date: 2026-03-08 07:51 am (UTC)His steps almost seem like they echo as he walks. It leaves him with an unsettled feeling as he takes in everything - slowly, almost in a stupor. He stares at the bed and can't help but make a face at its existence. More confused than anything else, because why the hell's there a bed here?
But he snaps into reality as soon as he hears a woman's voice - or rather, the panic in her voice as she's beating her fist on the window. He steps back, in surprise, before he starts walking closer towards her. ]
Huh?
[ It didn't look like Maria from behind, at least. He blinks as he feels a bit disoriented at her changed appearance.
Murphy keeps moving towards her, however; his eyes trained on her face. As he draws near, he can honestly say that it is Maria but - is this from her past? When she had brown hair and dressed differently? ]
Sorry - I didn't quite recognize you. [ A beat. ] I mean -- [ He points lightly at his own head, trying to indicate her hair. ]
[ Feels stupid to ask if she's okay, but -- ] Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?
[ Beating her hands on the window - did she end up breaking some skin? He quietly worries. ]
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Date: 2026-03-08 07:35 pm (UTC)it's probably too long before she finally answers him, confused about what he's asking about. her hand does ache but that feels so far away. she shakes her head.]
No. I'm...I'm not hurt. [but she isn't okay and she won't say she is.] This isn't real, is it? [she asks slowly, looking around. it certainly looks real. it feels real. Maria's eyes go to the bed nearby and she frowns.] You wouldn't be here if it was.
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Date: 2026-03-09 01:53 am (UTC)[ It's the word he settles on upon hearing that she isn't hurt. The word "good" comes to mind, but he's relieved that she's not hurt. But -- ]
I don't think this is real. [ He squints, shifting around in a half-circle, to look around at everything. ] It feels -- [ He grimaces. ] --strange.
[ He makes a soft confused noise, though. ] Like why's there a bed here? Why are you brunette? I don't mean to act like a lady can't change her hair, but -- [ Holding his hand out to the side, he's at a loss for words. ]
-- but -- [ This word weighs heavily. ] -- this has meaning to you?
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Date: 2026-03-30 05:25 pm (UTC)Hey best buddy, best pal, I was wondering how handy you were with fortification and creating supply caches?
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Date: 2026-03-30 05:45 pm (UTC)[ His voice a little dry in response but more to add to the humor of the call versus take away what is being asked. They are friends; he admits that much. ]
I still owe you that boys' night out. It sounds like it's one that's going to be of fortification and supply caches along with painting our nails? [ A beat. ] As for how much I know about those things... supply caches? Not much.
Fortifying? [ He tilts his head, thinking on it seriously. ] I'm all right with it, I suppose. [ The skills for building up a car probably could be translated into building up something else? No - he's being serious with that thought. ]
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Date: 2026-03-31 02:50 pm (UTC)[His tone was good humor, leaning into the absurdity that had generated in their last conversation. He was here on business, but that didn't mean they couldn't continue to have fun with it. After all, this place wasn't exactly joyful much of the time.]
You do! If my idea holds any weight, we could make it a double-feature of fortification and beautification. [He rubbed his beard with a hand, nodding his head.] That's probably where I need the most help. I've been looking at maps, and I found places in every part of the city that could be useful and people would recognize as fortification areas.
[He smiled.] You got any welding skills?
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Date: 2026-04-02 01:59 am (UTC)[ There is a sensation of his face warping into something incredulous like he's losing the plot of his own banter. But he shakes his head and carries on. ]
I got a few skills in that, yeah.
[ Finally decides to not beat around the bush: ] Used to be a mechanic. Normally, I'd use that to hotwire anything, but welding is second nature, too. [ Furthermore, it puts him at ease to think about making structures to keep people safe. ]
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Date: 2026-04-03 02:50 pm (UTC)There's a lot to be concerned about, like all these weird, bad emotions going on inside of him, where he is, the details of that 'dream world' (that he remembers somebody calling a dream) and all those things, but it's also kinda a lot. A real lot for just one guy, who has decided after his arrival? To try and focus on the basics.
Like getting somewhere that's not outside and really depressing, maybe. That would be a start.
Which means moving, and at least that's a little easier than it had been. There's still no nervous system or an accurate idea of his own mass to help him not look like a hobbling amalgamation of rocks on top of each other shuffling their way downtown, but there isn't a lot better Gorgug can do. Except, if he does see someone, whether from behind or otherwise (but let's be real, Murphy can likely hear the walking pile of stones coming down the street), Gorgug can do something: ]
Hey. Heeyyyy! Not a monster, just a-- just a guy! Hi! A new guy!
[ Let people know that he is absolutely a Normal Guy. Even without the armour covering him, there's a muffle to that voice that doesn't carry as well as his 'footsteps' do, but hey--
Maybe this tall walking golem seems familiar, Murphy. ]
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Date: 2026-04-08 12:58 am (UTC)Murphy makes some noises under his breath. Adjusting to no longer feeling the fevered desire to serve his lord. His face feels hot - both out of anger and humiliation. People saw me like that! Resting his hands on his face, he drags his fingernails down. They scrape over scales and he grumbles yet again.
His hands have become much more webbed than before. Fins started to sprout out the side of his face which spread the scales more toward his nose. More and more, he was becoming a fish. Yet he tries to wear his mask to cover it up - the gas mask does what it can. But his facial fins have grown so large that they poke out the sides.
He pauses as soon as he hears what could only be described as rocks slapping together. It's a bit later that he hears a familiar voice. ]
Hey - hey!
[ Holding his hand up, he trots to go and greet him. ]
Yeah, I know. Looks like you woke up.
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Date: 2026-04-08 11:34 am (UTC)It's been a while with all the...maze and stairs and running around Gorgug's had to do (running being a choice word, given his condition), but once he gets close enough, he does recognise the other guy. He comes to a slow, stopping before Murphy, his own mask peering down at him. ]
It, it doesn't feel like I did. [ To be honest. Waking up as a stone guy is kind of... the opposite of what should happen when he wakes up, Gorgug thinks. But he's also more curious about another point: ] Um, did something happen to your face? Are you okay?
[ That gas mask... ]
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Date: 2026-04-08 11:16 pm (UTC)[ The feeling like he's still asleep. Certainly, he gets that feeling to whenever he's waking up in this city. At least, he's waking up where he went to sleep? Positive? Whatever. It feels like forever since he was able to walk around but - right, question. ]
-- yeah, a lot happened to my face.
[ His tone is a lot less chivalrous and self-sacrificing. He'd apologize for it, but he's kind of in one of his moods. The mood being that he doesn't like being jerked around by Sleep and he feels he suffered some massive -- okay, he's not going to finish that thought. ]
I'm turning into a fish day-by-day.
[ A beat. ] How goes... rock life?
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Date: 2026-04-07 03:23 am (UTC)Murphy, I, uh... [ She falters, searching for the right way to say it and finding none. ] This is gonna sound weird, but... where is your Silent Hill located?
[ Part of her is already bracing, already dreading the answer, but another part is clinging hard to one specific hope. West Virginia. She wants him to say it so badly it almost hurts, like something in her chest might give if he doesn't. The thought of it being anywhere else sits heavy.
Because if it's not... he can't help her. And worse—what if he stops wanting to? ]
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Date: 2026-04-07 10:52 am (UTC)With some confusion, he replies: ]
It's in Maine.
[ Traveling from one prison to the next, it was good to know if he would be crossing states or not. It was equally confusing they would even let him go when there were the pending charges but -- that was neither here nor there. ]
... why?
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Date: 2026-04-09 03:06 am (UTC)It takes her time to steady herself, to gather something resembling balance before she can answer. ]
Because mine is in West Virginia. [ The words are tight, caught around the lump in her throat. The feeling bleeds through the connection. ] I don't think we're from the same world, Murphy.
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Date: 2026-04-09 07:01 am (UTC)But confusion washes over -- ]
What do you mean we are not from the same world?!
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Date: 2026-04-17 04:52 pm (UTC)his kindness softened her up a bit. she'd been lightly stalking murphy here and there, ear wolves rotating and tuning in for any sounds of his voice but in the end she had kept her distance. now she decided to finally reach out to him and confront the elephant in the room.
the connection was bad at first, but there it was, the murmur that pulled them together as if they were truly in the same room. she looked tired, eyes red and even a bit bloodshot and she seemed a bit thinner than when they first met. food was hard to come by, and even harder to keep down. )
Uh Hi Murphy....it's me, Heather. You busy?
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Date: 2026-04-19 11:00 pm (UTC)As it stands, or as he lies, he is face up in a pond. Central Park thankfully has a lot of them and the water feels nice on his skin (scales). His eyes close for a second; the whirlwind of the month is over and he feels worse for it, but it could be worse for others.
He pauses as he hears her call to him. ]
No. I'm pretty free. [ There is a half-smile, self-deprecating. ]
Have you been okay? This... this is kind of how things are here, but I hope that you've been safe.
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Date: 2026-04-20 09:57 pm (UTC)she did some research, he probably just roped up into the order's bullshit. who really knew though? )
I've been....trying. There's some real weirdos here you know? Like that town...
which leads me to why I called you.
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Date: 2026-04-20 10:21 pm (UTC)[ He is already sitting up in his puddle. It is what it is; he has to deal with the damp clothes but it makes the scales underneath said clothes feel less bad. But that's beside the point. ]
... I'm feeling like you're not asking me to look into someone for you?
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