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[filtered away from children kidnapped or otherwise, Slenderman, and anyone exploiting the situation]

[two pages are highlighted: #, and then #; the priest's voice is quiet and gentle]

...The entries currently unearthed skip from 23 to 28 with nothing yet in between. The last known plan the previous victims of 'Slenderman' had were to offer up a human... sacrifice. The end result was the safe return of at least one child -- Deema. There's also-- this.

[he shifts, where he's staring at the blood-soaked tree whose line creeps higher and higher every time he blinks -- or maybe it's his imagination. his mind playing tricks on him, at this point, is not at all beyond the scope of the realistic]

Time is... running out.

[ooc: open for journal or the CREEPY BLOOD TREE if you're lurking]

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[Abel doesn't have to say anything. Who could blame him? After everything he's told him...]

-- Well, I'm the last person who should be giving advice. [He smiles faintly and reaches for the gun again, drops it on the ground near his feet.] But if you're going to die, do it without regret. It'll be a hard recovery if you don't.

Probably someone young...

[thanks for the distraction, cutiepie... 8) it was nice to smile, again.

he crouches, so he can look up into her face more at eye level ~~BECAUSE HE'S A TALL BASTARD IDK~~]

...Thank you.

[you don't have to know for what. but thank you;;]

[he looks down on the pistol at his feet, soft frown of perplexity and conflict at his brow. ~~hnnnnghhh stupid... Spike, having stupid... logic...~~]

...Do you think I would?

[have regrets, that is. he's genuinely asking]

[.....]

I suppose it would depend on... why, exactly... he would be appeased by a sacrifice.

[He manages a shrug. That's not his call.]

Depends on how much you care about who's left. [Because whatever happens, you can't do anything for any of them when you're dead -- a lot can change in a few days time.]

[AGH that's... not fair bro ;(...]

...

[He might be speaking from his own experiences. It wasn't so much a choice, but a very conscious decision when he went to face Vicious that last time. He knew he wasn't coming back when he left Jet and Faye with barely a goodbye.

Abel isn't the same as him.]

That's the problem with making friends.

[AGH don't say that... becoming a hermit is too tempting lately Spike :(]

...I don't know what to do, Spike.

But doing... nothing, is... not an alternative...

Mm.

...All we know is that he wants children.

[he leans over, just a bit, and settles a hand on her head, smiling]

We've lost enough innocent lives. Losing more is out of the question.

[that's one nice thing about you being a giant, Abel. Not many people can do that; it makes her feel small. She looks up at him, her stoic expression beginning to break up]

...But what if it's the only way?

Then we'll make a new one. [there there, kiddo. cute girls aren't allowed to contemplate this sort of thing...]

I promise... it'll work out.

But... Chiyo...

[the guilt and sense of uselessness is just crippling, and she's really never been very good at fighting off the tears once they start to take over anyway.]

[A-AH... n-no no don't cry ;;

his brow immediately creases in sympathy and concern, and... flksjdf screw it. Sakaki is getting gently nudged into a hug.]

She'll be okay. You have to... have faith. We will get her back... We'll get all of them back.

[The damage is already done, bro. :'( Spike's gaze goes to the tree again, like it could give them an answer. He can understand the frustration; he doesn't have a good track record with the supernatural.]

... All those clues and he didn't leave anything useful, huh?

[soft shakes of his head... nothing they can piece together in a way that makes sense. there are too many holes, too many questions, too many doubts and...]

...They're only children. Out of all of us, they most definitely... should be immune from this.

[moving to join him, silently looking up at it with him]

[eyes tilt toward her when she joins him, and... he's quiet a moment before breaking the silence. his gaze returns to the roots]

...I am wondering, Jilly...

[turning her gaze to the priest] I know what you're wondering, Father...

They're so close...Abel...they're here. [crouching down, her hand will hover above the bloody dirt, not quite touching]

I really think we can get to them. Without anyone dying.

[he crouches beside her, looking down into the dirt]

...'Deema.' These diary entries... The records of when this happened before.

[he frowns, softly, before reaching out to run a hand down the bark of the tree with a gloved hand]

This isn't the first time this creature has plagued Paradisa, and the castle doesn't seem to like it. But it worries me, Jilly.

What happened to 'Deema?' To the people who loved him? To all the people keeping those records? Were they previous castle residents?

Where did they all go? [how many times has this happened...?]

[a ragged sigh. This is a bigger puzzle. A puzzle that taps into a lot of other things that were bugging her even before this mess]

Maybe they got sent home, like we all seem to, eventually. [a pause] Or maybe this is the reason, or one of the reasons, why those first generation residents left. If it meant this never happening again, I'd try to get everyone as far from this place as I could, too.

[except even that theory had holes, considering that the castle was fighting back. Or seemed to be]

They're all gone...

[...or mindless townspeople...]

It could be a good sign. It could mean that it doesn't come back, as long as there are people who know how to beat it.

[if they could write up how they did this and pass it on...maybe that would be enough to keep people safe, if the exorcism wasn't permanent]

[it doesn't solve the immediate problem -- and only makes it harder, considering they can't ask them how they got rid of him last time...]

...

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