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[[OPEN LOG]]
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"What do you think?" August asked. Earnest as if he had submitted his work for approval, gleefully expecting disgust. Surmising this, April offered her disgust.
"What the... fuck. That's an unreasonable amount of creepy. Too much creepy to fake."
[[Yeah, and that's just the start of it. Come look at this]]
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"I'll admit this one might have a bit less credence to it, but it's more than just a morbid visual. They actually //worship// shit like this, it could be real."
April doubted this, reasonably, but respected him enough to inquire further.
[[And man, listen to their music!]]
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Hello? Is there anybody in there? Out there?
I don't suppose I can even ask, considering
all that I lack.\
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April was not at all bothered by the music, but she kept this to herself.
"I know it just sounds like some dreary-ass piano notes, but you should see their faces when they listen to it! And none of them will take credit for making it, and they get really agressive when you keep asking them."
The stare she gave him //could// mean many things. It was pretty obvious what it meant, but still.
[[I mean, seriously]]
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"Yeah, weird... but not, you know, obviously criminal? said April.
August feels like he has failed to convey the point.
"I know. That's why we're looking for more, othewise I'd have already told the cops." said August.
"Right. Tell me again why you're sure about this? ...cause man, I am not sure right now. At all." said April.
"The baby had horns, April. My mom was pregnant, and my dad kept telling me about it, and I didn't understand--they just went on and on about some nebulous "responsibility" I had to it, I know that sounds like standard shit, but it got seriously weird after a while. And then, then they had the baby, and the baby had horns, and I had to dehorn the baby. And it wasn't natural either, like the baby wasn't BORN with horns, they were fucking welded to it's flesh, April, and I had to go in there and shear them off cause they botched it, and I haven't seen that baby since, cause they gave it to Sandy, I'm sure of it." said August.
April has heard this story before, and she still doesn't know how to react. He goes on.
"Look, I know you don't believe this story. Or believe it entirely at least. But if you're asking why //I'm// sure, it's cause you've never had to saw through a flesh graft on your infant sister's head. And I've //shown// you the horns, right, what more can I do?"
[[April Believes Him->Simple]]
[[April Does Not Believe Him]]
"No, I believe you. You seem really sincere... I don't think people can be that sincere if they're not telling the truth."
There's a definite relief carved into August's face. He's not questioning it.
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[[But it's not like it's easy, right?]]
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"...I'll admit there's no easy way to explain those horns."
August isn't sure if he's convinced her, but plows forward regardless, his incandescent eyes only slightly deterred.
"Right?"
[[And there'll be lots more to find once we start looking]]We've got a lot of work to do, in fact.
[[Yeah, about that]]
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There's <<mouseover>>[[evil, so much of it|Alph Cos]]<<onmousein>><<goto 'Alph Cos'>><</mouseover>>
TO BE CONTINUED...And an Albatross... crushed, into the dining table. Glass, that table was. They breakfast on choked eyes and a sienna-stained stomach and the black wings... I don't know how they preserved it. I don't know WHY they preserved it. But fuck man, that's the most human expression I've ever seen on an animal, they crushed it <<mouseover>>//flat.//<<onmousein>><<audio "faceditch" play>><</mouseover>>