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[40410]

[ Alex has tried and failed to find Sofia, and her room is a little more bee-filled for his trouble. His other options? Metal guy. Who knows where he lives? Sinclair. Armed. He'll be on his guard. No good, no good, where does he go?

The hunt for the murderer's still afoot, right? The spliced-up murderer. What might he leave lying around his room? Something bright? Something delicious? It's worth a shot.

He'll have to be careful. Not show his hand too soon. Might get thrown off the case.

So he leaves the video off.

...Because without the video there's no way to tell that he's different. Riiight. ]

Nao-to?

[ ...ESPECIALLY NOT if his voice is tense and a little bit singsong _{shut up}. ]

Nao-to...?

((ooc: action tags are welcome; he's using a wall comm on the tenth floor.))

Comments

[Action that let's say is a bit before Sinclair's for reasons that will become evident. :D]

[40410.livejournal.com]

What?

[ The "holy hell not right"-ness will most likely only be exemplified when Alex snaps his head around to look at Allen (or more specifically at the air above Allen's left shoulder). That movement clearly displays a face disfigured by sores and weird lumps, the skin discoloured in tasteful shades of jaundice-yellow and bruise-purple. His arms and hands, for the record, are decorated to match. ]

[Action works for me o/]

[jesusing-clown.livejournal.com]

[Oh my god that's so-

Oh wait, no he's seen worse. You think rotting sores look bad on skin, wait til you see them on souls. A little surprised, but not as horrified as he should be.] What are you doing?

[Action \o]

[40410.livejournal.com]

[ Sores on souls? That sounds like nine kinds of ohgod.

...is what goes through the narration's mind, but not what goes through Alex's, primarily because he can't read Allen's narration. ]

Trying t to find something. Trying to hunt it down.

[ He turns his face back to the blank screen, searching it with his eyes. ]

[Action]

[jesusing-clown.livejournal.com]

[WELL it's more like slowly rotting away while they beg you to love them. Meanwhile the souls are trapped in a sentient machine that is laughing and trying to kill you it's so fun. But that doesn't really flow as well as narration =|]

You're looking for Naoto?