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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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[theparasite]

I can stab things and run at the same time, too. I'm very good at what I do. Bred for it, you know?

Darkov things.

[whatsupcroc]

If you were any good, I'd be dead. You're just a coward who's confident until the fight's not in your favor.

Darkov or not.

[theparasite]

What good are you dead? There's still some variety left, isn't there? New teeth? A nail? Fur? [snorting, sniffling.] I need better prizes, pretty beast.

[whatsupcroc]

You need better hobbies, that's for sure!

[theparasite]

I want. Teeth.

Give me yours.

[whatsupcroc]

( She grimaces, feeling frightened and stubborn, sick at heart and in her stomach and coughing as a result. Her retort sounds sick and strained because she is. )

Where is Martin?

[theparasite]

[all grinning teeth:] Ask the monsters.

[whatsupcroc]

I am -- wait, which ones?

[theparasite]

[tossing its head back; HAIR SWISH.]

All of them, perhaps. There are a lot. But you are one, you know this.

[whatsupcroc]

Am not!