011 | voice

[cachaemic]

[The feed comes off and on a few times, like he's struggling to make himself calm enough to talk.]

I--

[He probably shouldn't be showing his face after that. But he's already responsible for enough because he was too afraid to say anything.]That carnival you keep talking about... don't go to it. Something bad is going to happen there

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[feverhound]

[ his sneer is almost audible. ]

spoilsport

[cachaemic]

[Not really hiding his panic very well.]

I'm not going to let them.

[feverhound]

gonna let them what?

[cachaemic]

Hurt anyone. You don't know what they're planning.

[feverhound]

mmm, i dunno, little mister murderer

i'm not sure what you're planning either

[cachaemic]

[Snap. And loudly.]

I'm not a murderer.

[feverhound]

[ mockingly, almost a sing-song: ]

that's what they all say

[cachaemic]

[He might as well be hitting him. It's not like he could prove anything before--]

I don't care what you think, just stay away from them.

[feverhound]

mmm?

[ a low laugh ]

afraid the scary man with the glasses and the big mister monk's gonna hurt little old me?

[cachaemic]

They will. It doesn't matter who you are.