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[deusexmechanic]

Yo. I need an imprint of your teeth, and to talk to you about that whole fear gas thing.

I promise not to try and file anything off you. Scouts honour.

[And hopefully this will conclude my shameless Harper spam :c]

Comments

[notonedrop.livejournal.com]

All right. Where do you want to meet?

[deusexmechanic.livejournal.com]

You got a cabin I could come too?

[notonedrop.livejournal.com]

Yes. It's on level three, room fourteen.

Text into SPAM!

[deusexmechanic.livejournal.com]

All right, I'll be there in like, five minutes.

[And sure enough, five minutes later, you get a knock on your door.]

Re: Text into SPAM!

[notonedrop.livejournal.com]

[Edgar opened the door and, seeing Harper, stepped out of the way.]

Come in. There's a fairly good chance I did it, you know.

SPAM!

[deusexmechanic.livejournal.com]

[Harper frowned] I never trust a man who's that willing to take the blame for something. Mainly because I've been that man.

[He hands Edgar a lump of a pale blue putty like substance]

Bite into that for me, okay? You remember anything about that fear gas thing?

SPAM!

[notonedrop.livejournal.com]

I'm not a man.

[He was an animal, and that was a substantial difference. He took the putty and bit into it. After he was sure he made an imprint, he released it and removed it from his mouth so he could answer the question.]

Quite a bit. I remember having bit someone, and then there was a mob after me. [He remembered quite a bit, unfortunately, his perception hadn't been exactly accurate at the time.