[There's only the sound of liquid hitting metal, a guzzling sound like it doesn't matter where it goes. Then, the flick of a lighter and a voice that's completely devoid of anything relating to sarcasm or mockery:]
Anyone who doesn't want their box anymore, lemme know.
[A moment and then something is obviously on fire, and what sounds like a pot
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She's missing, like the others. But Hecate's board says she's still here. That's all I know. [And said tone implies she's not happy with that.]
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Guess what's inside.]
Yeah, that's what I was gonna say.
What'd you do with your box?
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...I've got it hidden for now. I thought about destroying it, but considering the kind of backlash we get thrown in our faces, I was going to see if anyone had found a solution yet.
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I'mma bury mine. You want me to do the same to yours?
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You need any help?
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Nope. Ain't got any superpowers, but this is the kind of shit I deal with on a daily basis. In my element with this one, you could say.
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[A pause.]
...This has to be tied in with the disappearances somehow. Any thoughts?
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Just need to get the boxes in the ground and kick the ones still here in the head if they want to dick around with it instead.
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...Good enough, I guess. I can't imagine ignoring these things is very easy for some people, though. [She might have ignored the stupid thing, but she heard it. She heard what it offered, and can only assume it had the same effect -- or worse -- on the rest of the population.]
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[A moment later and a pair of salad tongs go into the pot, smoke rising as the lid is lifted. The box is held up, and John's inspecting it with a focus on it that no one's really seen before on him. It's almost like he's appraising it, weighing its pros and cons and estimating how much he could get for it at a dealer's or a pawn shop.]
I'm more tempted to collect them than solve them.
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Good luck. ...And let me know if you hear anything on Misaki.
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