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one; audio
Hello Cave-dwellers.
[Hadrielians? Hadrielites? Eh.]
I'm going to assume, since we have nothing better to do, that you've been paying attention to the wave of people offering up other people's junk. Praise be to our all knowing gods, airing everyone's dirty laundry all over the place or whatever.
[he pauses, quiet as he checks out the thing he's found.]
So this either belonged to a cop or someone with some really freaky tastes, but it appears to be a picture of an old dead guy hacked into pieces?
[this is fine this is absolutely FINE and not triggering in any way whatsoever to connor.]
In the interest of not traumatizing anyone, I'm not going to go flashing it all over the network but if you have reason to believe you're the lucky owner of some dead guy's photo, let me know.
Also - if this is some weird necrophilia kink, please, please keep that to yourself. I'm not usually here for kinkshaming, but that's pretty much where I draw the line.
[Hadrielians? Hadrielites? Eh.]
I'm going to assume, since we have nothing better to do, that you've been paying attention to the wave of people offering up other people's junk. Praise be to our all knowing gods, airing everyone's dirty laundry all over the place or whatever.
[he pauses, quiet as he checks out the thing he's found.]
So this either belonged to a cop or someone with some really freaky tastes, but it appears to be a picture of an old dead guy hacked into pieces?
[this is fine this is absolutely FINE and not triggering in any way whatsoever to connor.]
In the interest of not traumatizing anyone, I'm not going to go flashing it all over the network but if you have reason to believe you're the lucky owner of some dead guy's photo, let me know.
Also - if this is some weird necrophilia kink, please, please keep that to yourself. I'm not usually here for kinkshaming, but that's pretty much where I draw the line.
1/3?
He's just calling in for a dry comment, something about the seriously warped tastes at work, even if the Door is just an object or whatever -- ]
Some --
[ but he's thinking about it, what kind of sick freak would cut up an old man and take a picture -- ]
2/3
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Never mind the awkward pause. Uryuu composes himself as he debates whether to hang up and text privately, or confirm, somehow, as if there's a chance, and isn't there, that wasn't his photo, though he'd last held it -- ]
-- k-kind of sordid raffle. You should -- be more specific. To. Help someone. Any... distinguishing features like facial hair.
[ Yeah, he should have hung up. Don't tell him the whole hacked up thing is plenty distinguishing, don't do it. ]
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and while normally he'd just cajole him further, uryuu did do him a solid by saving his life the other day. so when he replies to him his words are harsh but his tone is less biting than it would be.]
The fact you're even considering that it could be yours is kind of telling. [beat] What's the deal?
1/2
I'm not considering that. I'm just trying to help.
private; text;
[ Why text?
If it's that photo, he's afraid of what his face will do. ]
private; text;
still waiting on an explanation
private; text; 1/??? prob not that much
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private; text; 4/4
It isn't mine, but it's meant for me.
private; text;
private; text;
[ Will he try to explain as little as possible to get it? Obviously. ]
private; text;
did you kill this guy
or is he just someone you know
private; text;
He did, he did, he wasn't strong enough--]He was my grandfather and my teacher.
No, I didn't kill him.
private; text;
You sure you want it?
private; text; 1/2
[ Honestly. ]
But I'll take it.
private; text;
private; text;
where should i bring it to
private; text;
[ It's not just that he's disinclined to give out his apartment number -- he's also on the eighth floor. He's not going to ask him to climb eight flights. ]
private; text;
private; text --> action
[ It doesn't take long. Hard to keep track of the time or how quickly he moves. He's in his apartment, he blinks, and he's standing on the outskirts, staring at a tree. It has to be alien, but for all his esoteric information, it's not like Uryuu knew every tree on Earth. As far as he knows, it could be any tree. Yeah, trees are what he's thinking about. ]
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but he makes it to the park without and fail and finds uryuu pretty easily. he's more of a mess than he made it seem on the network. audio had let him pretend like he'd gotten his shit together but the reality was less. the photograph was freaking him out. it seems too horribly fitting that he'd be the one to find this.
connor doesn't want to show that, he really doesn't. he knows this is about uryuu and about his family and he'd already been shitty enough to him with the way he'd been talking. so he's trying hard to stay calm. maybe this'll be quick and painless and they can both go on their separate ways to freak out separately. it didn't have to be a joint exercise.]
Hey.
[#nailedit]
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Trees can only get him so far. Eventually, Walsh-san will arrive, and eventually, he does. Uryuu should have spent the walk down, the walk over, fortifying himself. He'd lost the time and now he's empty-handed, empty-headed. Only, he's fine, isn't he? He'd seen it before and in a worse situation. Just because he had not thought of it again, had not let himself, (had not needed to not let himself because why would he, it was done, gone, he had almost killed the one responsible, or spared him, or missed, just missed), and that's healthy. It is healthy, because he doesn't need to cope with anything, he never has, he's fine.
The worst of it is that someone else found it, but there's not much collateral damage. Only Walsh-san, and lucky for him, Uryuu's too focused on micromanaging himself, on the arrow point precision of his thoughts, to notice anything amiss in a guy he'd met on the brink of a panic attack, anyway.
They're both calm, professional. Just a simple exchange. ]
Hello.
[ ...
Right, he should step forward, hold out his hand. Easy. If he doesn't think about how tight his jaw is, it won't actually feel like prying the words out. ]
Thanks.
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[he takes the photo out of a pocket, still in the same condition he found it in and hands it over, with the back up so neither of them have to look at it.
yup totally fine]
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