it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
"Oh, you see them? The photos, I mean," Ronin asks with the sort of conversational ease that really ought not to be present when discussing the published images of a murder. "I didn't get a chance," he adds, almost to clarify why he's asking. "Not sure I really wanted to search for dead kids on purpose, you know?" That's a bit much even for Ghostwatch's charismatic host while waiting in the coffee line.
He sighs at Remi's considerations, wrinkling his nose and shrugging at the table. "Or," he says, opting to give his own two cents, "maybe she was just a really sick lady who never got the help she needed, and got obsessed with the sort of shit that can cause things like this to happen. They said they found runes carved around the in-ground well, you know. Wonder if it's still down there."
Scoffing, of course, to hear that Remi has not moved, Ronin claps the medium on the shoulder on the way past with a drawling, "Riiiight, a draft. I admire your commitment to the bit, y'know." And then it's onwards to upstairs, and he gets the answer to his previous question as Remi holds up his phone when they reach the landing. Furrowing his brow and glancing from the screen to the real image beyond, Ronin wrinkles his nose.
"What a mess," he mutters. "Alright, Isla is on her way up I think." Glancing behind them, he can hear the telltale sound of feet on floorboards, and the blonde appears with her camera in hand. "I'll introduce the room, then we'll have you give it the big psychic energy, and maybe start asking questions."
He sighs at Remi's considerations, wrinkling his nose and shrugging at the table. "Or," he says, opting to give his own two cents, "maybe she was just a really sick lady who never got the help she needed, and got obsessed with the sort of shit that can cause things like this to happen. They said they found runes carved around the in-ground well, you know. Wonder if it's still down there."
Scoffing, of course, to hear that Remi has not moved, Ronin claps the medium on the shoulder on the way past with a drawling, "Riiiight, a draft. I admire your commitment to the bit, y'know." And then it's onwards to upstairs, and he gets the answer to his previous question as Remi holds up his phone when they reach the landing. Furrowing his brow and glancing from the screen to the real image beyond, Ronin wrinkles his nose.
"What a mess," he mutters. "Alright, Isla is on her way up I think." Glancing behind them, he can hear the telltale sound of feet on floorboards, and the blonde appears with her camera in hand. "I'll introduce the room, then we'll have you give it the big psychic energy, and maybe start asking questions."
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
