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 Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:43 pm
"I'm sorry to hear that." Carlos crossed his legs on the path he sat on. "Why don't they like me?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:44 pm
A face appeared between then, shrieked, and disappeared. Bas shrugged.
"They do not like you."
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:46 pm
"I'm sorry to hear that." He said again. "I like coming to cemeteries. It's very peaceful here."
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:48 pm
"Yes, it is," Bas agreed, "I live here. I live there. I live everywhere. The tunnels are mine, and the tunnels that are men's are mine."
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:51 pm
"I think I've seen you before at a funereal. My Grammy told me I was just being an ornery boy. Were you eating fingers?" Carlos asked.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:54 pm
"Ah." Carlos nodded. "I think you were what made me want to go out and find things, to see if they were real."
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:56 pm
"We are," Bas reassured the man, "You have been attacked by Master. Do you wish to see him?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:57 pm
"Yes." Carlos said softly, nodding. "I do."
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:58 pm
Bas grabbed his radio and headed back for his tunnel. No words, just leaving.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:58 pm
"Tell him that for me, Bas." He asked. "Please."
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:59 pm
"Goodbye."
And the ghoul was gone.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 10:00 pm
"Bye." Carlos sighed. He retrieved his blanket and moved to a shady spot under a tree (No graves around, probably the roots stopped them from being buried there. He didn't think he could get back into the place he was staying at this hour.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 10:03 pm
Rest would not last long. Within minutes there was frenzied shrieking out by the street that cut off with a terrible squelching. Ten minutes more and Bas was back, digging up a grave. He had a bag clutched in one of his lower arms, and he was entirely ignoring Carlos.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 10:04 pm
Carlos jerked up and walked over, blanket across his shoulders.
"Watcha doin'?"
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