12th Blood

[makemebreakfast]

[Oh look, the phone just happens to be off the hook when Arcueid wakes up in the morning. After a long moment of silence everyone will be treated to Arcueid screaming one word.]

SPIDERS! [A long pause, accentuated only by the sound of her own heavy breathing.]

That Milk man. I guess we weren't trapped after all.

[The sound of her crawling out

Comments

[bustydefense]

... Spiders?

[bustydefense]

... I see. So not only was he unaffected by the toxins of the city, but also unperturbed by its condition.

[makemebreakfast]

Unperturbed...is an understatement.

It almost seemed like he was hallucinating a perfectly normal town.

[bustydefense]

That's... very strange.

[makemebreakfast]

Yea.

So I guess he's someone from Mayfield, too?

[bustydefense]

The Milkman? If it's the same one, he makes appearances here. That's where the milk comes from. Don't drink it, by the way.

[makemebreakfast]

...I don't think I'll ever drink it again.

[bustydefense]

Probably a wise idea.

[makemebreakfast]

Yea.

Anyway, I'm going to go try to forget this. I'll talk to you later.

[With that, Arcueid hangs up the phone.]

[bustydefense]

[To the silence]

Good luck.