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And I thought these goddamn things couldn't get creepier. Has anyone else come up with a better idea for why these things look like people they shouldn't, yet? Because I've still just got that this creep's been watching us before we got here, long enough to know what their faces look like, and that's just unsettling as hell.

[There's a pause there.]

If one more fucking pumpkin whines at me for not saving them or bitches at me about something I don't even fucking understand, I'm just smashing the lot of them.

Actually, shit, I think I'll just do that anyway.

[She'll be leaving the line of pumpkins for the people here entirely alone, though. She'll not be smashing anything that looks like her, or any of the other people here, until she knows the effect that destroying it will have. Random NPC pumpkins, though, sure. Reply via journal, or pester her while smashing?]

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Yeah...

[He seems to drift off there for a bit. Zachariah isn't used to losing his temper, especially not on something like a pumpkin.]

They deserve better than that.

Not all of them. I've found a few I know that deserve worse than being reduced to a pumpkin whispering nonsense and subsequently smashed.

[She pauses.]

But some of them, yes. Particularly since we still don't know how the fuck this guy knew about them to do this.

Well, I guess so.

[Course he's a forgive and forget kind of guy. Except when it comes to Gerard anyway.]

That's uh, that's a good point.

Though it did mean I had to be seeing some people I never wanted to look at again.

[Ryn's kind of not. Well, not about some things, anyway.]

Yeah. Was talking to a girl earlier, before the little shits started talking, about how the hell he could know what these people look like. Guess we better add in how he knows what they sound like, and how he can replicate it.

[She's betting some form of telepathy, which just pisses her the fuck off. Ryn doesn't want anyone in her head, thanks. Especially not anyone who's not Aiden, and even then she hadn't been exactly happy.]

Oh, sorry about that.

[He hasn't seen anyone he hasn't wanted to see, but then again he's not actively looking for them either. He's just doing his best to ignore them right now.]

They've got no microphones. I putt my fist through one and didn't find a thing.

[Unfortunately he's new to this whole magic and powers stuff so he's not sure what to think about that.]

Don't be, it's not your fault.

[She gets the intention behind the words, though.]

But thanks. I've not seen anything, either. It was probably too much to be hoping that these things would have a fucking easily findable solution. And one marginally less creepy than what I've been able to come up with.

Yeah I know, it's just, I know how you feel.

I'm just ignoring them. As long as I'm working on something they're easy to drown out.

Suppose you do. For what it's worth, I'm sorry about that for you, as well.

[She grimaces.]

That's what I've been doing, as well. Really, it's the ones that I've got no idea what they're on about that're the most annoying.

[Possibly because she's either smashing the others, or more than aware that they're saying things the real ones would never say.]

What're you working on?

Don't worry about.

[That thing wasn't his mother. It was just some poor imitation.]

Made some scarecrows a while ago. Right now I'm working on some equipment for a friend. Taking longer than I thought. I'm still trying to get used to this forge.

[She smiles slightly.]

You got it. I'll save my worrying for other things. I've got a pretty small store of it, after all.

[Her interest is caught a bit at that.]

There's a forge here? Don't supposed you'd be willing to show me it, some time? Not that I'll know what the hell to do with it, but it'd be nice to see.

Right, can't have you using it up too quickly then.

[He chuckles.]

Oh yeah sure, it's not my workshop but, well, it's something.

[His chuckle is met with one of her own.]

Be a bloody shame if I didn't have any left for when it was really needed.

[Yeah, she agrees with him there.]

And something is a damn sight better than nothing, in a place like this. I was getting antsy enough without this pumpkin crap. Though I suppose at least this's given me something to do, in smashing them.

Be careful, you might use it all up worrying about not being able to worry when you need to.

Well drop by whenever you want. I'm still new at this smithy stuff but I think I'm getting the hang of it.

[She laughs at that.]

Suppose that means I'm doomed either way, doesn't it? I'll just have to distract myself from worrying.

[She smiles.]

Thanks. I'll be taking you up on that, sometime.

[When whatever the hell is up with these pumpkins is over, and she's not busy smashing the shit out of them.]

That sounds great! I mean uh, the visiting part, not the uh, not that doomed bit.

[Don't sound too excited there buddy.]

And if you ever need something made or fixed just give me a holler.

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