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[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

[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]

Comments

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[Peter's smile falters uncertainly and then fades, and he leans against the tree]

Small world.

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

...

[he watches him, wanting to tell him not to touch it, but-- nothing comes out]

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

They're okay. The kids. [tries to smile again but this time it's more of a wince] I heard them.

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

[a tiny nod...]

Wybie.

[he lifts the journal in his hand, giving it a tiny shake. he heard...]

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I just... wanted you to know. [he knows how worried you were, bro]

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

[nods again]

Thanks, Peter. ...I know you're trying really hard.

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

I did.

[tiredly gets to his feet, putting his hand on the tree to steady himself. He pauses, frowning and rests his hand more firmly]

..hm.

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

...What is it?

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[draws his hand back slowly, very pale and sweaty now]

Abel, are you... why are you here?

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

...

[tiny frown of perplexity-- and concern. bro, you're not looking so great]

...Are you alright, Peter...

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

No. No, I'm not. Not at all.

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

[b-bro ;; he takes a little step towards him, offering a hand]

Take it easy... Maybe you should sit down...?

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[touches Abel's arm, fixing him with a very serious look]

The Slenderman... Abel, don't... he-- [and his legs give out, and he hits the ground. Oops]

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

--Peter!!

[AH-- he has good reflexes, at least, catching him before he can totally fold] --P... Peter! ...Peter, are you alright?!

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[he's breathing but his eyes are closed. Perhaps he fell into that strange sleep other adults have fallen under]

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

Peter...?

[lowering him down, and tapping his cheek to try and get him to come around]

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[rotfl quit poking, that makes him twitch and scrunch up his face :| ]

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

[SLDKJF thank God...]

Peter! ...Can you hear me...?

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[if he makes a noise, does that count as an answer?]

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

[bro ;;]

...You're exhausted...

[he tugs him up with him, heaving a haggard sigh... looks like he's carrying you bridal style, wifey Peter, back to the castle for the clinic]

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[o mai. So heroic, bro. He'll thank you later]

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

[about fifteen minutes later, Peter's tucked in safe and sound. sleep easy, widdle bro ;;]