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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 15:58:10 GMT -8
The room inside was just bathed in blood. A horrible smell of death,
copper-y blood. Butcher grabbed the back of your jacket, he was squeezing his eyes closed. It was going to be hard navigating the maze through here
like that.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 15, 2018 16:21:03 GMT -8
I tried to influence Butcher. 1muDxvSH++1
Colt- "C'mon, buddy. I only got one eye. Gonna need more."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 16:25:41 GMT -8
He nodded weakly and released you. You continued, weaving around the
machinery. Scraps of flesh floated in the bloody water. A finger with nail
polish was caught in a gear. Butcher had a hand on his forehead, barely
keeping up with you. Butcher- "It's not real... she can't still be alive..."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 15, 2018 16:29:41 GMT -8
Colt- "Janice Bedford? Christ, I hope not. Poor gal."
So far I haven't had to see an impossibly mutilated lady screaming, but this was clearly the place for it. Ain't that a bitch? I went as fast as I could while still clearing corners - making sure we weren't walking into anything unwinnable.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 16:37:10 GMT -8
You barely heard Butcher's radio.RADIO- "L͟ǫo͢k w̴ha̶t ̀he d̀id, But͏c̷h̕e̵r̛.̢ Yoù ͜t̛hin͟k ͜som͢e͠o̡ne̵ li͘ke̢ ̕that ̛d̀e͡ser̷v͜es͜ tơ ̶l̛ive̶?̢ ͞ Butcher tossed his radio. It bounced off a pipe and plopped in the water.
It kept talking. " D̷o͏n't sh̵oot ̛hi̵m͝,̨ d҉r̶own͡ ́h͏i҉m ̵i̸n t̀h͏e̡ water. ͡H̴ųrt͠s ̨m͟oŗe̢. "
Butcher- "It's not Clark. He wouldn't say that."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 15, 2018 16:40:51 GMT -8
Colt- "Not a bad idea, but one of us should have a radio just in case. Cover me, I'm gonna bundle mine up so it won't be so fuckin' loud."
I tucked the flashlight under my trenchcoat's shoulder strap and holstered my gun, before digging out my own shitty radio. What did I have to muffle this with?
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 16:42:45 GMT -8
Butcher handed you a slightly damp pair of gloves he had in his pocket.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 15, 2018 16:45:14 GMT -8
Colt- "Keep your eyes on while I fuck with this."
I scrunched it inside both pairs as best I could,used my necktie to cinch it, and clipped it back to my belt.
Then I got gun and flashlight in hand again and we took up the slog.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 16:46:43 GMT -8
Butcher- "Why's it talking to me like that? Why doesn't it just kill that fucker by itself?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 15, 2018 16:50:36 GMT -8
Colt- "Asking for Mills, yeah. Yeah that's friggin' weird. Maybe it has something to do with contracts, like, Satan likes contracts, right? Wants a verbal agreement for something."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 16:51:49 GMT -8
Butcher- "What happens if we do have to kill him? That gonna sign some demon contract?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 15, 2018 16:54:47 GMT -8
Colt- "Damn if that's true... Sucks to have our hands tied. Just try not to agree to anything, 'less it's with me, and you're pretty sure I'm me at the time."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 16:56:44 GMT -8
Butcher- "What do you think's going on with those other chuckleheads?"
He seemed to be searching for distraction from the gruesome environment
around you. Scraps of flesh and hair bob around your feet as you continue on.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 15, 2018 16:58:11 GMT -8
Colt- "I feel bad for 'em. You an' me, we had a hint this could happen, right? What if we hadn't? Hope we can all get out of this, out of here."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 17:00:42 GMT -8
You come into a clearing. There is a table with a red and white checked
plastic tablecloth. Blood gathers in its wrinkles. There are two glass
serving bells atop silver plates. One has a still-beating human heart.
The other has an eyeball with a dark brown iris. Butcher- "Christ."
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