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Post by Teja on Feb 15, 2012 19:20:31 GMT -5
She clung to him, no longer surprised or shocked by the inhumanity of her alien lover. It was more shocking to contemplate the inhumanity of Adrian Veidt.
"What happened here?" she whimpered. "None of this makes any sense, I mean..." She rubbed her face against his chest, seeking comfort.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Feb 15, 2012 19:22:23 GMT -5
"If you want to go home, I can leave you there and return on my own."
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Post by Teja on Feb 15, 2012 19:24:36 GMT -5
"I just want to understand..."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Feb 15, 2012 19:28:05 GMT -5
"Perhaps we're not so different as you thought," Loki said quietly.
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Post by Teja on Feb 15, 2012 19:29:51 GMT -5
"What do you mean?"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Feb 15, 2012 19:36:59 GMT -5
"Never mind."
The continued investigation turned up a dining room with a cleared but dirty place setting and the chair still pulled out, a walkie-talkie still left at its guardpost along with an empty holster, and a record sleeve for a 45 of the Paul Whiteman Orchestra's recording of "I'll Build a Stairway to Paradise" set beside the record player itself.
Loki frowned.
"Do something," he mumbled at the record player.
Magically, obligingly, the record player popped to life and began to play, though the sound was conducted throughout the entire complex's sound system.
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Post by Teja on Feb 15, 2012 19:44:05 GMT -5
Teja was so spooked her back went completely straight. She clung to Loki again.
The recording was an instrumental, but she'd heard this song before. What lyrics she remembered seemed frighteningly apt.
Had this truly been his frame of mind at the time, such that he'd actually put on a record that communicated his thoughts? Or had he not known the song before at all? Maybe it was a horrible, ghastly coincidence...
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Feb 15, 2012 20:12:27 GMT -5
Loki held her close.
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Post by Teja on Feb 15, 2012 20:13:49 GMT -5
"I just don't understand what any of this has to do with Times Square..."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Feb 15, 2012 20:27:54 GMT -5
"Neither do I," he said. "Perhaps he's simply depraved-"
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Post by Teja on Feb 15, 2012 20:30:40 GMT -5
"No.... he's not..."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Feb 15, 2012 20:37:12 GMT -5
Loki made a noncommittal noise.
"This is getting dull," he sighed. "Are you in the mood for a show?"
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Post by Teja on Feb 15, 2012 20:39:45 GMT -5
She actually gasped from the sudden onset of exhausted tears. "A show? Are you serious, after something like this-"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Feb 15, 2012 20:46:55 GMT -5
"I thought you were dead," said Veidt's voice, though it sounded more like an echo or an afterthought, hollow and thin.
Some ten feet away from where Loki stood, there were two shadowy, hazy figures- Veidt, and a young, round-faced blonde in pyjamas.
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Post by Teja on Feb 15, 2012 20:48:05 GMT -5
Teja shut up and stared.
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