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[sore_feet_man]

...

*the flute is clutched in his hand*

((I'm assuming that there is winter break for school in Memento Eden currently, so there's no work to be absent from.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the closest to "blue screen of death" syndrome that our one-eyed scientist has ever found himself.))

Comments

[roseofcaerleon]

[[Apps can wait for now, right?]]

. . . The story of the piper.

[sore_feet_man]

((omg I swear I will make this really fast and not take up too much time omg I'm sorry I said anything omg waaaaaaah))

*doesn't even turn to face her, but stops whatever he's doing*

...I'm a murderer, now.

[roseofcaerleon]

[[I am staring at the stupid essays right now and thinking, "How the heck do I write a story about a street?"]]

And what does that change?

[sore_feet_man]

I feel... *he whispers the last word* ...tainted.

I'll never be able to forget their face-- *his throat stops him and he breaks off, turning his back completely to Priscilla*

[aboveheaven]

Ginko?

[sore_feet_man]

I'm sorry, Sosuke. I don't think I'm up for tea right now.

[aboveheaven]

Does this have something to do with that procession of children I saw?

[sore_feet_man]

...

So, you saw it. Did you try to stop it? That flute kept everyone else away, so you may have been controlled by its hypnotic powers.

[fluorite_flux]

...

If there is anything I can do for you, please let me know.

[sore_feet_man]

Thank you. I think I would just prefer to be left alone.