Silvester Hodge, manager at the Artefact Storage wing of the Magnus Institute, London. I am at your service for any inquiries, dropoffs and research within my work hours!
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Symbiotic relationship with that tape recorder? Hm? Hm?
I promise you I already have enough kinds of relationships going on. Me and Stringy Boy over here are just trying to get along.
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I know, I know... But she has to live or I lose my assistant.
What happened to your face??
- @fuckthemoon1
Prehentively took off my glasses before getting punched in the nose is what happened.
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Yeah, well, I'm gonna need you to be a good boy on this one, okay? Eryn would kill me and then have a crack at you until she's gotten all those repressed emotions out of her system. And judging by the last time I spoke to her, it would take a while. So just... Befall misfortunes upon her that can't be traced back to us.
What happened to your face??
- @fuckthemoon1
Prehentively took off my glasses before getting punched in the nose is what happened.
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Yes, but don't act, send me her location. I need her alive.
What happened to your face??
- @fuckthemoon1
Prehentively took off my glasses before getting punched in the nose is what happened.
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Sarah. I broke her clavicle though. I think. Part of her shoulder collapsed.
What happened to your face??
- @fuckthemoon1
Prehentively took off my glasses before getting punched in the nose is what happened.
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What happened to your face??
- @fuckthemoon1
Prehentively took off my glasses before getting punched in the nose is what happened.
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// I'm willing to throw this in, possibly retconning past interactions he's had, but he probably thinks all Fears related to natural phenomena or elements are One Big Horror (ie Desolation, Extinction, Vast, Buried).
Thinking about the irony in writing your TMA oc to not be related to the main plot, yet they still know the names of all the Fears and everything they do. It's convenient, it's fun, but how do they know all that? Who gave you all that insider knowledge? Did you kill Jurgen Leitner?
That's why I scrambled Silvester's, despite him working with Artefacts. At the Magnus Institute.
Like, he doesn't get the Lonely, he thinks it's just really bad depression. He can't tell the difference between Slaughter and Hunt, either, calls it The Fucked Up Bloodlust Thing. And he has no idea what the Web is. An entire office in Artefact Storage is occupied by spiders but he can't pinpoint exactly what the deal is with them. The only Fears he's sure are distinct are The Eye, Corruption, Flesh and Spiral, because he's almost died by all of them and they loudly announced themselves to him beforehand. And he lived to write them down. Some Dark Avatar took away his ability to sleep one time, but he never clocked that it was a thing. He's 95% sure the Spiral and Stranger are separate and just borrow imagery from each other, because he'd rather die properly than be compared to the London Skin Stealer /ref.
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What?
[He seems to believe him, yet not so much understand what he means. He is sure he can see this man as much as anything else in the room. Although, when he narrows his eyes, in the silence between them, there's... Almost a faintness to him, as if all the colours he was wearing, his face and eyes, were dimmed in a picture.]
I... I suggest we just contain this. I don't know what kind of book could counter the side effects of this one.
[he has once again, snuck into artifact storage without his dads knowledge and is hiding under a table playing with a plush of a rabbit he found... Its bleeding, but that's fine... Probably]
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[What a time to be in the presence of the guy who loves bugs. He stares at the wings on the floor in horror, and is thankful he sent Charlie to wash his hands.]
...Hm? The books? No, no, I can't just show them to you. Like I said, it's not a good idea to trade one for another, I don't even know which one I could hand you without making your... Health, worse.
The one you're holding, do you even know what it does?
[he has once again, snuck into artifact storage without his dads knowledge and is hiding under a table playing with a plush of a rabbit he found... Its bleeding, but that's fine... Probably]
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They're kept in lockers, not on display for the public to see, obviously. Are you... Are you alright? You're not about to throw up butterflies at me again, are you...?
[he has once again, snuck into artifact storage without his dads knowledge and is hiding under a table playing with a plush of a rabbit he found... Its bleeding, but that's fine... Probably]
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[At that, he stops glaring. His expression doesn't soften, however. Now he's simply concerned, scanning the book, gloved hand reaching out yet hesitant.]
I can't trade you a Leitner for another, they should all be contained (and properly disposed of), not allowed to roam... I don't even know how you know what they are. Where did you come across it?
[he has once again, snuck into artifact storage without his dads knowledge and is hiding under a table playing with a plush of a rabbit he found... Its bleeding, but that's fine... Probably]
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[Suddenly remembers he's supposed to be nice to people and have that customer service voice.]
Oh, shit- I mean, haha! Pardon my language, sorry about that! God I want to go home...
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Alright. I'll come up with something else if I feel like it. If. Off.
Can you say something to Erins tape recorder? I wanna see it turn on
[Sigh. You can audibly hear him pick up his jacket from his desk - he's just clocked in - and revealing the recorder underneath.]
You. On. ...Should I be calling you something? Do you need a name?
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Hah. I'm calling you Strings.
Can you say something to Erins tape recorder? I wanna see it turn on
[Sigh. You can audibly hear him pick up his jacket from his desk - he's just clocked in - and revealing the recorder underneath.]
You. On. ...Should I be calling you something? Do you need a name?
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I'd rather call you something stupid like Tapey than use my friend's deadname to refer to you. Or... Tapey Boy, Stringy, Audio...
Can you say something to Erins tape recorder? I wanna see it turn on
[Sigh. You can audibly hear him pick up his jacket from his desk - he's just clocked in - and revealing the recorder underneath.]
You. On. ...Should I be calling you something? Do you need a name?
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I'm not calling you by her name. Or names.
Can you say something to Erins tape recorder? I wanna see it turn on
[Sigh. You can audibly hear him pick up his jacket from his desk - he's just clocked in - and revealing the recorder underneath.]
You. On. ...Should I be calling you something? Do you need a name?
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Can you say something to Erins tape recorder? I wanna see it turn on
[Sigh. You can audibly hear him pick up his jacket from his desk - he's just clocked in - and revealing the recorder underneath.]
You. On. ...Should I be calling you something? Do you need a name?
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