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 Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 1:05 pm
Upon further inspection, they'd find that the larger prints had the details of a boot print, and were indeed Wash's. If they follow them, they'll find themselves at the church.
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 3:50 pm
Jerry hummed to himself as they walked, mostly out of nervous habit, keeping a sharp eye out for the prints. They could always come back and investigate the rest once they found the others, Dylon was right. No use getting into MORE trouble, especially while they both were still wounded. It didn't take too long before the church loomed up ahead, and he exhaled heavily. "HELLO?? GUYS??" He looked hesitant, "Think they're inside?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 4:04 pm
"Hmm, well. Only one way to find out!" Dylon smiled at his fellow hunter, walking right inside the church and calling out. "HELLOOOOOOO~?" It didn't look like anyone was there.
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 4:57 pm
A soft, rhythmic creaking came from the rectory.
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 5:31 pm
"Ah... w-wait!" Jerry limped to catch up, one hand going to clutch the whistle at his neck. Once he managed to get to Dylan's side again, panting softly, he glanced around, ears straining as he picked up on the creaking. "Wash?" He called hopefully. "Evan?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 5:40 pm
Dylon looked to jerry as he caught up. He cast a weary glance at him and then the direction of the noise. Being a little more careful, Dylon took slow and careful steps toward the Rectory. He didn't want to be stupid about this, but at the same time, if there was trouble, he might need to help.
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 6:03 pm
The rectory door was unlatched and open just enough to reveal a sliver of the room within. Just enough to see the wooden feet of a chair rocking slowly, the laced hem of a long, patterned dress swishing across its runners.
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 6:08 pm
Jerry swallowed thickly as he caught up with Evan, positioning himself between the younger hunter and the door to carefully push it open. It didn't seem like it was Wash.
You aughta' retreat- They aint here, Roar was growing nervous, bristling in the back of his mind, but it was too late, "Er... hello?" He managed.
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 6:10 pm
Dylon was just as careful, slowly peeking inside once the door was opened. He was hoping it was someone who could help. "Sorry to intrude..."
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 6:31 pm
Inside the room an old woman sat rocking in the chair. Turning cloudy, sightless eyes toward the entry, her nostrils flared and jaw sagged low and open. She closed it with a wet, sucking smack and spoke in a voice that alternated between broken and slurred. "Nnnot....that derk man. Yer nnnot. Yeh light...nnng...nnnnot frost. But could yeeeeh be...the speshal boy? Gift...for speeshal boy. The derk man left speshal gift for-unghhh..."
The woman's jaw dropped low once again, a gutteral moan escaping her gaping mouth.
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 6:40 pm
Jerry's chest tightened, and he reached with his free hand to put a hand on Dylon's before the trainee went to the old woman's side.
"Er... Dark man, Ma'am?" He managed, watching her carefully. Was she some old nun? She didn't look like a nun to him, she was missing the... what was it. The sashy bit. Wimple? Could just be an old caretaker.
Is she human, though, Roar growled, still on edge.
Of course she is, Jerry mentally huffed. Just because she's old doesn't mean she's not human.
"Do you mean our friend? We're looking for him." It had to be Wash.
What does she mean by 'speeshal'?
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 6:44 pm
Dylon had seen his fair share of creepy old people, but this one was a special brand of terrifying. The young man made no attempts to get closer since Jerry held him back, as they woman guttural and slurred words struck fear into his curiosity. "Y-yeah. We need to find him.. and um, what gift?" As scared as he was, curiosity was killing him.
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 9:23 pm
The old woman managed to close her jaw with a hurt mewling sound. She turned her head away from the two men, but in her hands she turned a large key, coal black and heavy with purpose.
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 11:57 pm
Jerry noted the pained movement, his stomach twisting a bit in sympathy. "Are... are you hurt, ma'am?" He glanced sideways to Dylon before stepping forward, despite Roars growling, glancing from her strange, feeble ways to the key she gripped.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 12:04 am
Groaning again, she mumbled haltingly, trying to minimize the movement of her jaw, "M'tired....said I...coulden go...til the...speshalboy..."
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