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[most_feared]

Who: Kay and Eddie Nygma
What: Getting photographs of our spooks (with mod permission and go ahead)
When: Sometime today
Where: Random hallway of the Barge
Warnings & Notes: Kay taking spookiness entirely too well. I don't know about Eddie.

Comments

[most_feared]

"Probably. Though I'm forced to speculate on whether Lupin was the intended victim as psychological torture to Holmes or not. He is persuasive at the very least. I think Trip is gonna have a hell of a time relating to him. And looks like you're right, we are."

He kept his gaze locked on Eddie. "Actually, keep looking at me." He fished in his jacket, those transcendent pockets a problem for once as he needed to quickly find his communicator.

It has appeared about the word Holmes. Dimly there, a shape listening in. A non-entity used to non-entities sharing his company, and he finally fished out a camera in the absence of his communicator. But it didn't make his hair stand on end. Or chill him. Or frighten him. It just made him angry and uneasy. Or in this case it felt more like a tedious task.

Click.

[most_feared]

"Oh yeah. It's the worst damn thing about them. Next to the fact they make me wanna punch someone every other time."

Click. Click. It moved more to Eddie's side, so Kay shifted the camera. As always, however, like a blur it tore away down the hall. Sadly, almost every one of these pictures had a question mark spangled shoulder in the corner.

He held the camera out to Nygma to click through the images, put a hand on his back, and started moving them out of the flickery region before anything more drastic occurred, or more of them came. He didn't want to end up surrounded. "C'mon. Where were you headed?"