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Lyrical Thread
"Who are you waiting for today, Bartok?" Hiss The Serpent slithered behind several mushrooms, keeping a safe distance from the gnome. Bartok remained silent with his gaze fixed on the wisps of smoke coming from his pipe.
Samuel Drummond heard the gun shot loud in his ear, but by the time he had turned, the victim was on the ground with an inordinate amount of blood pouring through a hole in the head. An impossible hole. Holes shouldn't look like that. Holes should be round like faucets, not jagged like that. And the liquid that came out of them shouldn't be that color.
Kylar flashes Daiton. [In the bathroom!] Daiton flashes back. [That's bullshit! Why would she?] Daiton flashes Shem. [Did you hear this bullshit?] Shem flashes back. [What?] [K says J and the stranger were in the bathroom.] Shem flashes back to Daiton with her flash open to Red-Sky on their secret sub-encrypted frequency. [J and the stranger were in the bathroom? When?] Daiton flashes back to Shem. [Don't know. The only time it would be possible would be midnight, but I think it's bullshit.]
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