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 Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 9:09 pm
Kayla looked over her shoulder at the robots that has blocked her only route to escape. She tried to remain calm, though, setting the can of fruity beverage down onto the table. "Esmeralda, I was the last one out the door, and I locked it as always. We are on the third floor, and the windows are closed. There is no way anyone would be able to enter this room. If the book is not here, then the book left, and there is no other explanation for it."
"I will help you look for it though," Kayla did move and knelt down, inspecting under the couch. "I know how much that book means to you, so we will search this room!" She really hoped Esmeralda was falling for it. She had gathered her wits and her voice did not shake one bit, fooling her friend was the only way to save her from the damned tome that had appeared not too long ago and had already changed her so much.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 5:33 pm
Esmeralda narrowed her eyes. "The book would not just leave." With that, she returned her attention onto the table, though the enclosing wall seemed to back off by those same few inches, making it look like the room grew in size, and the metallic chittering quieted more. As Kayla explained her side of things to Emmy, the smaller girl's frantic movements began to slow. After a moment's pause, she exhaled, as if she'd been holding in a breath. "W... we'll find it. It couldn't have gotten far... I should be able to sense it, but..."
Seemingly exhausted again, Emmy collapsed into a nearby chair and let out a deep sigh, and looked not unlike a discarded child's toy. "... Kayla... you said you brought food, r... right? I'm starving..." Her gaze lazily drifted to the Brazilian teenager, and she looked about ready to pass out again. "Can you... um, cook it for me? Please?"
The automatons encasing the room had become dormant once again, and the hum of machinery dulled into a peaceful, if somewhat eerie silence. All was well, for the time being...
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