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[theparasite]

[forward-date to around 3 or 4am 6/13. poster ID for this tablet is MARTIN DARKOV, but this is not the Martin you are looking for. here is a pretty face for you.

actually, no. this was a pretty face, but there is a lot of ugly going on here. scabs and grooved flesh all along the right side...eye nearly swollen shut.

this gal's brow is furrowed, straining, contradicting the lazy smile it wears.

slow, methodical, yet wavering after each letter:]

D. A. R. [swallow. a wider smile and a shakier voice.] K. O. V.

[it blinks a few times; there's a couple tears trailing from behind the monocle.]

Oh. Sh. Shh.

We solved a mystery.

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HISSES

[theparasite]

[beaming.]

Say the name aloud.

sprays in face

[gevurah]

Whose?

crisis on infinite bathroom surfaces

[theparasite]

[it says nothing, only smiling as wide as before. its brow furrows again, mouth twitching on a corner, and gives a faint, nasally sound, like a whimper.]

summons anti-germ monitor

[gevurah]

[ but whose? she frowns. she hates these stupid games.

at length: ] Who? Darkov?

this crossover is too real

[theparasite]

[it makes a little squeaky sound, stifling another whimper, mouth quivering.

and then it giggles.]

Dead, dead!

bring in captain planet and we've got a blockbuster

[gevurah]

I don't speak crazy.

[theparasite]

You don't speak with a face.

[gevurah]

Speak clearly and maybe I will.

[theparasite]

Hoh, I speak. I speak well. Do you listen as well as I speak?

[gevurah]

[ conclusion: it's batshit. ]

If you harmed that boy, I will find you.

[theparasite]

HA!

[sitting up, lip curling in a split-second snarl.]

I had no chance! No chance! It's still a mystery.

[gevurah]

You said "we" solved the mystery. Who's "we"?

[theparasite]

[smirking.]

It takes a Darkov to sniff out a Darkov. Did you know? Or not. Humans are very stupid here.

If you are human at all. This place is rancid with filth.

[gevurah]

Does that make you a Darkov?

[theparasite]

Hmm...Hmmhmhmh-- [a muffled chuckle, mouth pressed tightly closed.

someone is protesting.]

Well, I'm certainly close enough. Practically family.

[gevurah]

And who are you exactly to Martin?

[theparasite]

[loftily:] I don't know what dead people like or don't like.

[gevurah]

[ radio silence.

and then her voice is dangerously low. ] I will find you, freak.

[ that's a promise. she's going to find out this freak did and break her arms if she has to. ]

[theparasite]

Hoh! Me? [trying to pull an alarmed tone and look, but there's no coordination; strain is still etched all across its face despite the grin. it hiccups a laugh.] Shooting the messenger! Goodness. Goodness!

[gevurah]

I have questions and you have answers.

[theparasite]

Gonna bleed 'em out of me?

[gevurah]

It's a tempting thought.

[theparasite]

[laughing:] Such wicked words! Am I lucky? Or perhaps you greet others this way. I wonder.

[gevurah]

If you're forthright with me, maybe I don't have to.

[theparasite]

Hmmmmmm... [tilting its head this way and that with each hum.] Hmm. Hm-hm-hm!

Well, the problem is...[clicking its tongue with a thought.]

The problem is it's just too risky trusting faceless sounds.