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-snorts and leans her head against his shoulder, hiding a stupid little smile. Something about Walter has been greatly comforting to her in the time since her death. He'd mourned her. He'd torn down the wallpaper hiding her final words and cried--he'd actually cried for her! And even now, he was good to her.-

As if this doesn' look sweet enough, Walt. -She laughs, nuzzling her face into his shoulder- It's a little kiss yer worried about!

-After a long moment- Thank you, Walt. I...appreciate everythin' you've done for me, you know.  

-If she feels she’s up to the task he won’t stop her. In truth Walter is still concerned about that, he’s always concerned about Tess and the trouble she gets herself into. But all the same he doesn’t want her to push herself. The Soldier can’t help but be cautious with Enda because he just does not understand how her existence even works. What if she wears herself out for good?-

Mmm, careful now darlin’ someone might think you’re gettin’ sweet for me.

But I’m glad you feel better at least. You need your rest like everyone else.

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-smiles weakly and steps closer to him, her tongue just barely visible between her teeth as she works up the energy to wrap her arms tightly around him. She tips her head to rest against his chest.- 

I haven’    seen anything. 

I…tried takin’ that thing from   Dimi  for you. I uh.     I couldn’ yet.

I fell asleep, I think. It’s…like fallin’ asleep, anyway. I can’t wake up though. 

-It still doesn’t feel completely, she doesn’t feel whole, but Walter has to remind himself that may never be the case. He should count his blessings while he still has them. The hug is returned and a gentle kiss is placed on the top of her ‘head’-

Don’t worry too much about that. I don’t think he’s even thinking about that right now. We’ve got some other stuff goin’ on…

Do you think that means you’re -A particularly hard swallow- You’re leaving? Or is that just normal? Sleeping a lot?

-She sighs contentedly and lets more weight rest against him, drawing energy from him to manifest it in the first place.- But--it could be th' perfect time t' do it if he's not thinkin' about it. I'll...give it a shot tonight. 'm feelin' a lot stronger now. 

-she blinks and after a long moment, she shakes her head- Just. Happens when 'm....it's not like being tired. It feels like it's what it should be, but it ain't, cause I don' have a body left to rest, I guess. 's like bein' tired and then I just...am not there for a while. Sleeping. Then 'm back. An' awake. An' I...feel better. 

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-smiles weakly and steps closer to him, her tongue just barely visible between her teeth as she works up the energy to wrap her arms tightly around him. She tips her head to rest against his chest.- 

I haven'    seen anything. 

I...tried takin' that thing from   Dimi  for you. I uh.     I couldn' yet.

I fell asleep, I think. It's...like fallin' asleep, anyway. I can't wake up though. 

I know, darlin’, I know.

He’s bein’ cranky.

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-She follows quietly after him, curiously floating a few feet behind him as he walks. She hadn't spoken to this particular one before and she didn't think she really remembered him from Teufort. So, who was he? After a long moment, she finally felt strong enough to speak.- 

He ll o. 

/He strolls into the common room, mumbling to himself about how he slept through supper. Looking around, he notices that nobody’s really up at this hour, so he takes a trip outside to do whatever./

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I̙̥̖̳̝̒ͪ̐ͤͫ̐͑͘͞ ͇͖͖̭̲̈́̆ͭͩ̂̋͐͝ ͕͂͌͜͝ ̡͔̦̯͔̞̪̱̦ͭ͂̓̍͊̄͘͜ ̻̙͙̔͛ͯ̋͞d̡͍͇͓͍̤̱̋̄ͯ͡i̅ͤ̅̈̑̋ͤͫ͟͏̰d̬̺͎̩̔͛̄̒̌ͣ͛̄n͍̳̋̏̈́ͯ ̲̮͕̳̳͈͇͊ͪ̅̓̒ͮ͞ͅ ͙̞̣̘̜̒̂̒ͥ͜ ̌ͫ͛̓̒̚͏̶̥̹͎̪̱ ̶͖̠̥̪͖̰͕̠ͣ̅͜k̸͓̮̱͔̳̟͎͕̠̃͗͢n͔̥̞̲̠̫̣̏ô̻̖̘͔͕̊̅ͮͯ̀ͮͩw͎͙͍̯̫͉̺̺̘̾̓̑ͩͣ͑ͮ̀͜͡ ̵̡͇͎̰͓̜͐͑̽͆͊ͦ͒̀h̨̛̪͈̮̰̭ͨ̋̋e̵̐̄̈͏̴͓̮͓̙̯͎̬ ̷̻͈̣̝̥̅̋͒́͟ ̢̟̝͍̲͎̜̱̣̋͛̈͐͗ͦ͡ͅ ̃ͪ̆ͣ̌̕͡͏͕̖̙̜̱̩ͅ ̨̦̥̃ͩ̐̀ͥ̓̓̚͡h̶͉̘͍̱̻͈͔͇̿͑̕ą̶͙̮̭͉̟́͟ť͐̀̊̆ͨ̒̚҉͔͖̰̠͈ë̟͉͇̖̯͓̖͉́̌̇͒ḓ̛̤͖̪͊̇ͬ̏ͦ͐̒ ͬ̌ͪͣͫ̑͋̚҉̣̬̗̲͕͎͈̖m̵̻͍̼͍̽̎̀̑̿̚e̩̰͔̻̘̅̓ͫ̀ͯ̑̓͠͡͠ ̶͓̮̼̻̘͐̊͊͌ͤ̓̍̓̂͠w̑̅͆̈́̔̉҉̞͔̪̤̥̲̠͎h̦̜͍͓ͮͦ̐ͬͫ͋͢e̵͔̜͕̙̗͔̹͖͐͐̓ͮ͊n̲̜̤̓̍͝ ̝̹̜̹͍͗̋͋̍̉͌ͯ̆Iͩͫͥ̈́̄̄ͨ҉͎̱̤͠͝ ͖̗ͣ̚͞ ͎̳̩̲͇́͊͒̀͂͘ ̡̖̼͕̩͙ͨ̓ͥ̓̆̓͋̽ͅ ̙͈̼̑ͯ̑̃͆́͝͝w̧̜̣͈̯̐ͪ͡ā̑͘͏͚͈̯̺̰̭ͅs̙̿ͭ͢͝͠ ̧͓͙̣͖͚̋͝ą͇͋̾ͩ͐͆̐̏͜͟l̡ͪͥͩ̄҉͚̳͉i̺̤͓̞̖̥̽ͧͯͣ́ͮ̈́ͅv̞̌̆͟͟ͅẻ̴̟̻̣͈̭̘̯̖͑ͨ̈́̄̀.̹͕̯͈̮̰͖̅̾͑ͭ̽̇̀.̴̟͍̗̭̏̅̅.̶̛̜͍̾ͫͦͥ͋ͤ͑̉͘.̵͕̼̻͇͔̘͍̓ͨ͋̽̑͑ͨͅ ̡͈̲̝̫̝̻̮͂̉́͞

Are you    uh      okay?

I̺̹̥ ̼̮̥ẖ̞̰͟á͔̦̘͔̱̣̮̦͡v̛̙͝ȩ̜͓̩̰̱͎͖̦ͅn͓͙̺’̷̙͇̥̜̮͖͝͠ͅ ̞̞̝b̻͙̣̘͚͔̭̺͢e̪̼̪̰͡ͅe͔̬̟̞͈̫ͅn҉̶̢̹͙̼͔ ̨̠͖͎͉̼̟͚s̛̭t͏̝̬̣é̛͈͔̞͈͈a҉͈͇̞͉ļ̯̦̠̤͈̹̪i̮̯͘͝ṉ̸̮̜͓͉̟̜̱̲g̨̘͚͙̖!̼ ͜͏̘̣ ̛̪̱̻͔̼̣̼ͅH̝̼̬͚̲͝ ̶̢̼̗o͚͕͉̖͇͘͜n̸̵̲̗̤̙̬͡ ̴͙̫͇̫̩̲ ͓͜͠e̡̼͖͇̩͡ͅs͇̯̟͚̦̕t̼̙̰̲̜͇̺̳̯͢!̴͇̼̣̩̘͇̯

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I̺̹̥ ̼̮̥ẖ̞̰͟á͔̦̘͔̱̣̮̦͡v̛̙͝ȩ̜͓̩̰̱͎͖̦ͅn͓͙̺'̷̙͇̥̜̮͖͝͠ͅ ̞̞̝b̻͙̣̘͚͔̭̺͢e̪̼̪̰͡ͅe͔̬̟̞͈̫ͅn҉̶̢̹͙̼͔ ̨̠͖͎͉̼̟͚s̛̭t͏̝̬̣é̛͈͔̞͈͈a҉͈͇̞͉ļ̯̦̠̤͈̹̪i̮̯͘͝ṉ̸̮̜͓͉̟̜̱̲g̨̘͚͙̖!̼ ͜͏̘̣ ̛̪̱̻͔̼̣̼ͅH̝̼̬͚̲͝ ̶̢̼̗o͚͕͉̖͇͘͜n̸̵̲̗̤̙̬͡ ̴͙̫͇̫̩̲ ͓͜͠e̡̼͖͇̩͡ͅs͇̯̟͚̦̕t̼̙̰̲̜͇̺̳̯͢!̴͇̼̣̩̘͇̯

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R̽̒ͫ̉e̸͒̔͘d̶̵̈ͯ̉͌̌͐ ̷ͧͭͣͧͭ̍͆͡ ͨͬͥ̌ͤ͂͏͞ ͑͌̀̇͋ͣ̄͒͢ ̂̉ḋ̢̛͐̀ͫ ͒̃ͥ̿̀̚͜ ̧̢̧̇̆̓ͦͤͭȇͯͭ͗̓̆͏ ̒̌̊ͪ ̡̌ͩ̚a̎͗͊͆̀̇̚ ̇͌̔̽̀̓̀ ̵̑̋̈͂̒͋̅͑́͡ ̔̈dͧ̂̔ͯ̕

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So̢r̕͠͡ry͡ ̡ ̨ ̶̨ ͘͞͞ ̨ ͘ ͢҉ ̨͘ ̶̨̡ ̛ ̶ ͘ ҉̸͝ ̀҉ ̵ ͟ ͝͞ ͜͡ẁ͘ḩ̀y̸̴?̀͜͞ ̀͝

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I rem em ber swimming at Teu fort...

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Dimitri is hasslin' me with prickly plants.

...   At  least he   i s n ' t  hurting  you. -frowns- 

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I'M BEIN' STALKED BY CACTI

-blinks slowly, tipping her head to the side- W h a  t

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-she looks down and away from him as she thinks. Dimitri? How could Dimitri do something like this? He'd seemed perfectly...perfectly...okay, so, he'd admitted being a little mallicious, but she hadn't pegged him as the type to do something like this.-

I shoulda....known better. Spies    double   cross   us. Spies   can't be    trusted. -Snarls quietly-

Look, I gotta idea.  I can    possess him   briefly

find out where it is  and destroy it

without him. He wouldn'   know who  did it    or what happened, an' he wouldn' have    no proof. -She grins, leaning closer against him as she focuses hard on the feeling of flesh and the warm press of someone else's skin. She remembered distantly what it felt like. That was enough last time, so, maybe it'd be enough this time.-

I do have to worry though…

Dimitri is the one who took her in the woods. He was a spirit before, like you, and I believe you know him. He roughed her up and got a recordin’ of her admittin’ she tricked Allison into the woods to get even with her. And that I was a part of it.

-He takes a breath, already feeling disgusted about this-

I can’t let the Admin get her Enda. You’ve seen what he’s done…

Can you help us?

You’ve possessed me a few times… maybe you could do it to Dimitri? Just to help us destroy that recording nothing else. Or just… find out where he’s keepin’ it? I know you can make yourself invisible… I’m sorry I’m even askin’ this…

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 Huh.

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… She’s hurt bad. Not anythin’ physical… just really, really scared I think. But she’ll be okay. Thank you for helpin’ me look for her though… can you help me keep an eye on her though? Please…

Of course I'll help, Walt. -frowns, gently linking her arm through his-

'm glad she's   back. Glad she's   safe an' mostly sound. I'll go an'     say something. Something     nice. You don't   hafta worry.

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