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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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[his eyes tilt to hers, as well, matching them in consideration. is she...?]

If I were convinced... we wouldn't be having this conversation, hm?

[blunt, but true; get that look out of your eye gurl]

[eyes down again, back at that tree. She's definitely considering something. She can't say that she's surprised to find these thoughts on his mind, if they were surfacing elsewhere so easily.]

I wonder what would count.

[he slides hands into his pocket. hm...]

...It's a good question.

Unfortunately... I don't think we have an answer.

Probably someone young...

[.....]

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

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.

[there isn't much of a hesitation before she hugs him back. Whatever mature shell she normally wears just kind of crumbling apart. It's just been too much, and it spills over the edges everywhere, tears falling with shaking shoulders]

I wish... I was stronger...

You're strong... very strong, Miss Sakaki. I've seen it firsthand, when you saved me back in-- high school, hm...?

[gives her a reassuring squeeze]

The fact that you're here, looking for a way to save them... that proves it.

[wiping ineffectually at her eyes, trying to nod and believe him, and... pretty much failing.]

[he runs a few fingers comfortingly through her hair. there there ;;]

...Have faith. Even... just a little, will see us through.

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