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taxonomites2012-03-04 12:21 am
ownlittleprison) wrote in taxonomites2012-03-04 12:21 am
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Haunted Holo March 2nd [visual] Backdated like whoa
The feed opens up with a close up of a very grim face belonging to a certain private eye vampire. Then he backs up to reveal...a shop full of stuff more closely associated with Taxon's own resident inventor-slash-scientist-slash-veteran. And said inventor scientist veteran Taxonian is right there, taking up half the frame. Mick'd appreciate no comments regarding possible blood relations.
"I'll make this brief," he tells the screen. "Glitch has told me things take a turn for the worse every now and then, David Lynch style, and it would seem we're in for another round. Scott Summers and Bagoas," he glances at Glitch for confirmation of the name, "have vanished from the city, despite both of them showing up on the map. If you can see this, Scott, Bagoas, please let us know you're okay.
"As for everyone else, if you see anything at all out of the ordinary,aAnything, please let us know." Turning to Glitch, gesturing at the screen. His turn to say his piece.
"I'll make this brief," he tells the screen. "Glitch has told me things take a turn for the worse every now and then, David Lynch style, and it would seem we're in for another round. Scott Summers and Bagoas," he glances at Glitch for confirmation of the name, "have vanished from the city, despite both of them showing up on the map. If you can see this, Scott, Bagoas, please let us know you're okay.
"As for everyone else, if you see anything at all out of the ordinary,aAnything, please let us know." Turning to Glitch, gesturing at the screen. His turn to say his piece.
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It's where the eerie silence comes from, that carries the laughter and shrieking so well.
A shriek and giggle that echoes around him again, a delighted child. "Dada!"
"Tell me you can hear that," he whispers. "I can't take going crazy again."
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"Listen, Scott. You're not the only one trapped. We're not yet sure if Bagoas is all right. Last we know, he was hiding from an angry mob in an underground laundry room."
He gives a slight sigh. "Again, I'm sorry you have to go through this. We've been having a weird few months. Ghost sightings, malfunctioning trams and hatches, lots of strange things happening. And now this."
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Faster if his body is currently under the influence he thinks it is.
He calls up the map on his tablet, searching for Bagoas.
"... Bagoas? As in the Persian courtier and or Alexander the Great's personal... attendant?"
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"I don't know. Maybe, I guess? In any case, he's clearly not from modern times. He's a small, waifish guy with black hair. Looks Mediterranean."
And adding with some weariness. "At least he runs fast."
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"Okay, I'm going to start heading his way, see if I can help him at all." Keep moving, keep busy, keep focused. His own experiences weren't dangerous here, just disturbing on a deep level. Harrowing.
There is another shriek, less happy this time. "Dada?! Ow! Ow, Dada!"
He leaves the tablet on and starts running. "Talk to me, Mick, is he holed up somewhere safe for now? And if there anyone else closer who can help?" He'd sooner not stop to double check the map now.
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...Mick may or may not have dabbled in ham radio once upon a long time ago.
"It's a narrow street lined with shops. They're probably somewhere marked with a spider, or some very distinctive graffiti."
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"All right. I'm leaving this channel open. I'll get right back to you."
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