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[windtactics.livejournal.com]

[the sound of quick footsteps and pages flipping]

...


This is useless...


[the footsteps stop but other approaching noises cont.]


...


... This could be...problematic.


[a sound like winds congregating]

Comments

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

...

The cult? From Silent Hill?

dictated;

[windtactics.livejournal.com]

I couldn't--

[more wind]

--call it anything less than a cult.

[filtered to Soren]

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

Walter...he grew up with them. They ran an orphanage in Silent Hill, and one near Ashfield.

They...they brainwashed kids--orphans--into believing this sick shit....

Henry

[windtactics.livejournal.com]

Then I'm guessing this Holy Mother really isn't--


[recorded in the background: [a started noise] '... I really should have known.']

Soren

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

The cult...I don't know what they told him, but....

He thought my damn room was his Mother, Soren.

He's fucking insane.

Henry

[windtactics.livejournal.com]

Insane, and with all sorts of things on his side that I can't even begin to comprehend.

You wouldn't happen to know what the White Oil and the Black Cup are, would you?

Soren

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

My world...this is happening in my world too....

...no, I'm sorry. I don't remember anything about that part.

Henry

[windtactics.livejournal.com]

Mm.

That's alright.

We'll just have to figure something out with what we have.