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 Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2017 2:18 pm
"No," he began, confused, and then paused, and looked slightly sheepish. "Yes."
And then he took Mik's phone and dialed 9-1-1. He listened to the phone for a long long time - and it sounded like some sort of answering machine, before Carl just said, "Hi Mark I'm having a problem with the butterflies um-"
There was a loud beep on the other end, and Carl looked slightly offended, staring at the phone and then hanging up. "Your phone is broken."
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2017 4:17 pm
"Good!" Mik said, looking pleased that the other guy managed to call through to someone. It looked hopeful right up until the line went dead.
"It's broken?? No! It wasn't broken before. Did you BREAK IT?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2017 11:06 pm
"Did I break it?" Carl said immediately, panicking and attempting to solve the problem by pressing all sorts of random buttons. This the phone to take a random photo on top of everything else and then open up Twitter. "Oh, I fixed it."
And then he tried dialing 911 into the Twitter.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 7:28 am
Mikael looked concerned at the other boy randomly messed around with his phone. "Hey!" he said. "You might delete something important!" He moved over closer to get a look, looking upset at the random 911 tweet. "Delete that, someone might think I'm in trouble. That's twitter, I don't know if your friend even checks it."
"It's like sending a text to the whole island!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 1:13 pm
Carl's eyes widened with awe. "How many people do you think are on this island?" A pause. "Do you think they can help us?"
Considering how terrible the butterflies were, that just about settled it. "You have to tell everyone about the butterflies." He looked determined, and had gotten as far as to type B -U - T - T on Mik's phone, "if everyone knows then they can be safe and not crazy."
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 11:32 am
"Probably hundreds." he said. "Dunno if they'd help us though, they won't even answer my friend and cute time ads. They seem pretty darn self centred."
He raised a brow. "You are going to tell twitter about them? They probably won't believe you. They never believe anything."
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 11:48 am
"Oh," he reassessed the situation and gave Mik back the phone quietly, looking a little less hopeful, which eventually transitioned to grim, and then determined. "That's fine, we didn't need help anyway. Come on, let's go find the rest of them, and- and save-"
He paused, not really knowing what he was saving or even why he was doing this.
"-and fix your mistake. This way." He began to run right into the weapons cove, and then just suddenly stood there at the entrance, staring at the tablets.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2017 1:37 pm
"It wasn't my fault! You gave me it, I didn't do anything wrong." he pouted irritably. "But ok, I'll help you, because I am generous and because I want to save my brother and family. "
He noticed Carl stop dead and made a confused noise. "What?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2017 12:20 am
"Are those actually weapons?" he asked, and it was one of those times where having one of the most extensive maps of the island folded in his pocket did not actually save him from the ability to read where he was. "Do you think if I had a weapon we could capture the butterflies easier?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2017 6:07 am
"Yeah." Mikael said. "All of them just weapons waiting for their owners to come along!"
Carl got a horrified look like he'd just said something absolutely mortifying. "You don't have a WEAPON?!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2017 12:55 pm
He scrutinized Mik for a long second. "If I tell you, are you going to attack me again?"
He very very clearly remembered almost dying.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2017 2:01 pm
Mik shook his head vehemently. "NO. I wouldn't hurt anyone, last time it was something horrible, something like. Something possessed me, I didn't mean it."
He couldn't stop looking at Carl like he was some miracle of nature. "How do you even survive here??"
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2017 2:02 am
He sighed deeply, only because he realized Mikael had actually been right about the butterflies.
But Mik had still broken them free in the first place.
Caught between wondering if he should still be angry at Mik for that very serious and highly obvious mistake, the question took way longer than needed to process. "Sure I guess," was the result, followed by, "like everyone else?"
Carl wasn't exactly going to tell a stranger about whatever ten percent of conversation Rep had told him that he remembered and he highly doubted even a weapon could save him from just about every single crisis beyond imaginable to his very limited imagination. "If a weapon's such a big deal," he groused, going back to staring at the weapons tablets regardless. There was something about it being a cove and quite mystical that made the area seem out of place from the usual beach and jungle stretches, "then they should make everyone carry five of them."
On whim, he reached out and tapped his fingers gently against one but nothing happened.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2017 8:35 am
Mikael gave Carl a shake of his head. "Everyone else has weapons, they can survive some of the things that happen here. If you don't have one and something horrible happens, you'll get hurt. You got hurt really easy by Fenris." And once again he tried hard not to think about the blood and horrible sinking feeling of seeing the other guy get wounded.
"And you don't have more than one weapon, I think it would break your head to have more of them. Maybe poison you? I dunno. I like having just one." Mikael hung back from the weapon tablets anxiously, just in case one of them did decide to poison him.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2017 3:03 pm
There was a slight interruption in conversation as he tilted his head as if listening to something for a long moment. He finally sighed and turned around, moving back to the top of the stairs, but not before giving Mikael an odd look. "Who's Fenris?" It honestly had not occurred to him to make the connection of weapons with names. "Let's just go, I don't need a weapon anyway. Besides, this is still your-"
- And then he stopped like a child with a severe case of attention disorder, and went back down the stairs into the weapons cove without a word of explanation- walking to a very far edge of the cove-
- And disappeared.
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