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[fuckyou_chorus]

[Everything in camp seems calm now - quiet, even. The rumblings have stopped and the Virusaur is truly dead - a puddle of black blood that crackles a bit in the cornfield near the barrier. Camp's barrier itself is . . . odd. Different. Those who can get readings off of it will find them erratic, and off the charts in some instances. The air around

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[dickaster]

[out doing his ninja thing in the cornfields]

[comesquickly]

[zooming through the cornfields.]

[dickaster]

[taking barrier readings. WOW. UNSAFE.]

[comesquickly]

[blows straight past you, then doubles back]

Hey.

[dickaster]

[cracks a smile, hair ruffled in your wake]

Hey.

[comesquickly]

[gestures at your read outs on the barrier] How's it look?

[dickaster]

Not great. It's worse than before.

[comesquickly]

Great. Any ideas going around on how long we have?

[dickaster]

I don't know. You're the first person I've talked to.

[rubs at his temple, sighing, clearly pretty stressed and not bothering to hide it much]

[comesquickly]

...You okay?

[dickaster]

[small smile]

Considering the circumstances?

[comesquickly]

[hand on your shoulder]

[dickaster]

[relaxes by a fraction]

I'm fine. Just kinda tired.

[comesquickly]

[squeezes] I'm pretty much done my perimeter run of camp, so if you're done here, we could go back to the Watchtree?

[dickaster]

[looks like he might protest for a minute, but]

... Sure.

[comesquickly]

Come on.