[pcs] beau

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[he looks a little confused at that stutter, glancing over to her curiously-- but then he shakes his head, looking back at the writing.]

I did, and... maybe. I don't know of anyone that knew our language, so they may have just... not known?

I really hope the arrangement doesn't have anything to do with-- with what we did.

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You think it was Subete? This was his room too. Maybe he looked it up in the afterlife or something.

[ a beat. ] Fuuuuck, I really hope it has nothing to do with fucking... Pookie.

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It's possible...

[he doesn't super want to touch them, but he carefully starts gathering the notebooks up and moving them.]

Whether it does or not, though, I'm-- more than a little worried it means young master Jin or I are...

[in some kind of danger, or- maybe going to cause it.]

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No. [ beau says, firmly. ] No, you're fine. Don't.

[ she cannot take any speculation about their deaths right now okay ] You guys can stick with me. Stay with me during curfew.

[ she knows that won't make a difference but. ]

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You know what it says, Beau-!

[he is physically incapable of not worrying about it!

but. he reins himself in after a moment, exhales a slow breath.]

...where do you want to stay?

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[ so is she, but she worries by shutting it down and swallowing it. ]

I don't know yet, but you need to stay near me.

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-I was planning on it. I'd meant to ask.

[beau just got to it first.]

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[ okay, now she's going to come over to him and hold onto his arm. she's looking at one of the notebooks, though. ]

Prey. [ she mumbles, staring at it. ] It's like the rest of the house. The dead are trying to tell us what's going on. We're food. Not just you. All of us.

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[the contact seems to calm him, just a bit, though he's also still looking more at the books than at her.]

But what does it want-? Our bodies? Spirits? Something else?

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Probably our spirits. The ghost thing makes sense. It wants us to be ghosts. Feeding on misery, right?

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-mm. Especially if the previous ghosts are all still here... there must be a reason for that, instead of just- destroying their souls.

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Yeah. [ her mask - well, it was a little less cracked than before, but a new one splits open towards the bottom. ] I'm not going to let it.

It doesn't get to do that. It's not going to feed on anybody. We have to find the source. That's what Percy said.

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We might not even have access to the source. Every week we've had new places-- what if we can't even reach it, wherever it is?

[as he watches that crack split open, he just- rests a hand on the one holding his arm.]

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We'll find a way. [ beau says, her grip tightening. ] You're gonna see that there's not a lot that can fucking stop me from getting into where I want to go.

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I noticed that the other week.

[a brief glance down to her foot, there. she definitely got into somewhere already.]

-I'll do what I can to help, though, you know I will.

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I know. [ she takes a deep breath. settle. her mask flickers red. ]

This is getting harder every week, A-Sang.

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...I know.

[he gently squeezes her hand, there.]

We'll make it. We have to.

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The source has gotta be the heart, right? It's gotta be. [ beau says, glancing up at him. she takes his hand, linking their fingers. it makes her feel better, even if it makes her feel guilty at the same time. ]

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But the question is what the heart even is. If we can learn that, though...

[he lets their fingers lace together easily.]

Maybe we can finally do something with more of an effect.

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Do you think we should tell everybody all at once? [ she asks, leaning against him carefully. ] Do an announcement, like Hunter?

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...maybe. It might help to have others think about where it might be. But we should confirm it is a place, before we do that.

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Yeah. [ she stares down at the notebook in her hand. it's just - now she can't get over this thought. ]

I'm not gonna let you be prey, A-Sang. [ she's saying it for both of them. ]

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-I won't let you, either.

[he pauses there, for just a moment.]

If we're staying together- we should pool what we've collected, for the night. If one of us should wake up, we'll be better equipped that way.

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Yeah. We should, that's a good idea. [ sigh. ] I don't have a lot. I've got - the shield, and a medallion.

We should figure out where to stay, too. I promised Phoenix I'd keep trying to catalog what effects you get from which rooms. [ a beat. ] I should tell you about the ghost we talked to, too.

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I have- well. [what he fishes out is a pair of fake plastic vampire fangs.] If they're worn, they can be used to... bite back at someone attacking you.

[unfortunately they do have to go in the mouth.]

Definitely not the blood room, but perhaps the closet. [his head tilts at the mention of the ghost, though.] Agni mentioned the relevant parts of our information, earlier, but-- did you learn something new?