Second Dark Hole

[cueballer]

[Phone;]I must say, for the first time I've ever been part of one of these random occurences of the town deciding to be exceptionally cruel, it seems that the cruelty is coming more from the people in the town than the ones who control it. The people being of course you, whoever you are listening in on this. How many times have people said 'killing

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this post is muteist >:U

[thinkwportals]

[ Whether able to talk or not, Chell has felt inclined to pick up the receiver.

It's not like she's in any position to pass judgment, with two deaths by her hand and one more that she counts herself responsible for. He just sounds far too smug for her liking.

The only thing to be heard on her end is breathing, but the astute ear will note that it's the disapproving sort. ]

[cueballer]

[It takes him a moment to put his finger on the breathing, his omnipotence not extending beyond phone lines, but he finally realizes it and makes a small 'ah' sound in response.]

That is you, right Chell?

[thinkwportals]

[ The silence is likely all the answer he needs, and coincidentally, it's all the answer he's getting.

Stupid phones. ]

[cueballer]

I see. A pity you cannot seem to speak on this topic, as it would surely prove interesting. If you wish, I can take time out of my day to visit you. Just breath into the phone if you want to take up my offer.

[thinkwportals]

[ The offer interests her. She's wants to know more about what he's been up to, and part of her wants to share her own "triumphs".

And so she breathes into the phone in confirmation; see you later.

With that, she hangs up. ]

later on...

[cueballer]

[That's more than fine. But, he doesn't go to look for Chell immediately. He's going to make a detour to 767 Bunker Street first to take down his target and claim his next reward. And once he does...

About an hour after the short call, Scratch will use his omniscience to find Chell in town and teleport to her location. She might not recognize him on first glance, seeing as his head is now a giant cueball. A giant, very handsome, cueball for the record!]

Chell?

[thinkwportals]

[ This happens to be right in the middle of her living room. She sits cross legged on the couch, portal gun cradled in her lap. The bedroom dresser lays to one side by the main door, and a towel has been laid on the ground beside it, covering a dark bloodstain.

Otherwise, things appear fairly normal, although the house is eerily quiet.

Her surprise at his sudden arrival and new appearance is expressed through a single, arched brow.

Hello. ]

[cueballer]

[The eerie silence does nothing to affect Scratch's demeanor, as he is polite as ever. If he still had a normal human head he would even smile and offer her something to drink. Well, if he had a human head and they were in his home.]

Good day, Chell. May I sit down?

[And yes, while his appearance may seem different, it is unmistakably the voice of the man who stood out in a patch of grass with her.]

[thinkwportals]

[ Of course. She motions to either side of her, offering the choice between couch cushions.

There's plenty she wants to share with him, but at the moment, she is oddly fascinated by his appearance. She props her chin up in her hand, watching him.

Go on. ]

[cueballer]

[He takes a seat next to her and continues on speaking.]

I'm sure you're wondering why I look far more handsome and appealing than I did the last time we met. That is because today I was returned my original and true form. This is how I normally look, as opposed to the grotesque deformed man I was imitating previously to this moment.

[thinkwportals]

[ Chell listens intently, leaning towards him slightly as he continues. A small smile turns up at the corner of her lips. She didn't think he was particularly deformed looking before, on the contrary, she had thought he looked quite nice.

Although she can't argue that he is certainly more...distinguished, now.

Chell leans back in her seat now, amused. Does everyone look like this where he's from? ]

[cueballer]

[He doesn't even need to be omniscience to know what she is thinking.]

If you are wondering if everyone looks like this, then no. I appear this way due to my creation through ectobiological cloning, but you don't even know what that means do you? [That was a statement, followed by a question mark, as he would say if they were writing.] This is my true form, which I was returned quite recently.

[thinkwportals]

[ Chell folds her arms across her chest, mouth drawing into a thin lipped smile. Excuse you, but she grew up with science. Sure, she was always the test subject, never the scientist, but she knows what cloning is. And biology. The ecto part has her completely lost, but obviously it has something to do with large white spheres.

Chell lifts a hand, as though to touch him, before remembering his feelings about personal space. Her fingers hover in mid air, and she looks hopeful.

Please? ]

[cueballer]

[Really Chell? .......]

Go ahead. Just don't ruin my face too badly.

[If you can tell where his face begins and where it ends that is.]

[thinkwportals]

[ Yes, really. This is the same woman that made you stand barefoot in the grass, remember?

Chell bites her lip, trying not to look too happy about this. It's just really fascinating okay. And so she presses her fingers curiously against his head...face...

Well, she's not really sure where she's touching exactly because it all looks the same. She'll try her best not to ruin anything. ]

[cueballer]

[What she is feeling is a smooth, round surface of a large acrylic cueball.]

...Oh careful, you just touched my eyes!

[A lengthy pause and then-]

Just kidding. I have no eyes. Hee Hee.