Oz Vesalius (
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After Aather!
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followtheblackrabbit
2012-12-20 05:30 am (UTC)
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She was a child of misfortune, like Vincent. And—I think she was Alice's mother as well.
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likeawritingdesk
2012-12-20 05:31 am (UTC)
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[. . . . .
WHAT????]
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followtheblackrabbit
2012-12-20 05:32 am (UTC)
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I don't know for sure, but they both looked a lot a like . . .
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likeawritingdesk
2012-12-20 05:34 am (UTC)
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[i
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Glen's sister? Who died... who was...
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followtheblackrabbit
2012-12-20 05:34 am (UTC)
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Alice's mother.
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likeawritingdesk
2012-12-20 05:38 am (UTC)
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[this was maybe too many of the puzzle pieces at once
makes a sort of huffed "huh" noise]
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followtheblackrabbit
2012-12-20 05:39 am (UTC)
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I guess we'll have a lot of time to figure it out now.
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likeawritingdesk
2012-12-20 05:40 am (UTC)
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[runs the nightray ring he wears around on his finger a few times fidgeting]
. . .
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followtheblackrabbit
2012-12-20 05:42 am (UTC)
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[notices, looking up at him]
Gil?
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likeawritingdesk
2012-12-20 05:52 am (UTC)
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[stares at him, unable to remotely hide the lost look in his eyes that he hasn't had in a while]
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followtheblackrabbit
2012-12-20 05:53 am (UTC)
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Gil . . . what is it?
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likeawritingdesk
2012-12-20 05:54 am (UTC)
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Ah, I...
I think... I realized something... something I never knew...
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followtheblackrabbit
2012-12-20 05:56 am (UTC)
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What's that?
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likeawritingdesk
2012-12-20 05:57 am (UTC)
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. . . Why I was . . .
Why me and Vince. . . why we were taken. . . [swallows thickly]
Why I was to be Glen. . .
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likeawritingdesk
2012-12-20 05:57 am (UTC)
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[ugh
uggh
hugs him...]
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followtheblackrabbit
2012-12-20 05:59 am (UTC)
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Gil . . .
[:x yes, hugs are good, holding him tight]
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likeawritingdesk
2012-12-20 06:11 am (UTC)
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The Baskervilles "protect the world"... Glen Baskerville himself with the greatest power, of judgement. The children of misfortune and their curse... and a sister? That Master never even talked about, only a song title...
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followtheblackrabbit
2012-12-20 06:14 am (UTC)
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I don't know any more except for what Jack saw, what Jack knew . . .
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likeawritingdesk
2012-12-20 06:21 am (UTC)
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[god
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I don't... understand.
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followtheblackrabbit
2012-12-20 06:29 am (UTC)
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[noo he can go diaf]
Gil—[twists his hands in his jacket, holding him tight]
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likeawritingdesk
2012-12-20 06:30 am (UTC)
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I'm alright. I'm... alright.
It's just so rotten, Oz.
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followtheblackrabbit
2012-12-20 06:32 am (UTC)
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[mrr. reaches up to brush his hair out of his face, framing it with his hands]
We don't have to go back to it. We'll never have to face that again.
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likeawritingdesk
2012-12-20 06:36 am (UTC)
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[cups his face back with his strong hand, swallowing thickly and pulling a breath in]
Never. We're leaving it behind.
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followtheblackrabbit
2012-12-20 06:40 am (UTC)
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[puts his hand over Gil's, leaning into it]
Yeah. We have something better for us here.
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likeawritingdesk
2012-12-20 06:49 am (UTC)
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[bbbbask in Oz everything is ok bask in Oz
ok
improving]
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She was a child of misfortune, like Vincent. And—I think she was Alice's mother as well.
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WHAT????]
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hang on]
Glen's sister? Who died... who was...
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makes a sort of huffed "huh" noise]
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. . .
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Gil?
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I think... I realized something... something I never knew...
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Why me and Vince. . . why we were taken. . . [swallows thickly]
Why I was to be Glen. . .
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uggh
hugs him...]
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[:x yes, hugs are good, holding him tight]
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i wonder if he sees me, figuring this little gem out]
I don't... understand.
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Gil—[twists his hands in his jacket, holding him tight]
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It's just so rotten, Oz.
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We don't have to go back to it. We'll never have to face that again.
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Never. We're leaving it behind.
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Yeah. We have something better for us here.
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