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"TRAPS!" "This isn't Scooby Doo, and we can't defy probability to set up a pair of perfectly arranged scissors. Throwing something?"

2015-10-08 01:57:00

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"I don't think hair is cut like that."

2015-10-08 01:58:10

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"It can happen. ...is there anyone she /would/ let get close, I wonder." "PSYCHO, MAYBE?" "Who?" "REN. AKA PSYCHO."

2015-10-08 01:59:31

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"Possibly but...no one has really seen or heard from Ren in a while."

2015-10-08 02:00:36

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"Well, it makes sense, if Ivory's not around they don't seem to do much socially."

2015-10-08 02:02:10

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"Yeah, you're right. They did seem pretty down when I told them Ivory left."

2015-10-08 02:03:23

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"Exactly. See? They're just holed up at home. They're safe."

2015-10-08 02:04:33

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"I would hope so. I'll call them later and ask if they'd like to help out."

2015-10-08 02:06:44

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Zane slipped into the driver's seat of the car alongside Ivory, who had already been waiting. He tapped the lock and looked at her. "Rop....abair qeuvb jkoinnl zabraier?"

2015-10-08 02:15:21

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Ivory was sitting in the passenger seat, seat leaned back slightly, and her feet on the dashboard. In her hand, she was tracing Ren's kitchen knife with her fingers. Blood still wet on it. "....neasabolb."

2015-10-08 02:19:10

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He hunched over and leaned his elbows on the dashboard instead. "Qhiaehr apiare notthy sm aatp?"

2015-10-08 02:21:46

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"Nish smilorp andore." She answered.

2015-10-08 02:22:36

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"Qyachb."

2015-10-08 02:25:13

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She sat up, returning her feet to the floor, turning towards him. "Mish nanop dill hinger?"

2015-10-08 02:27:02

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"B cuag ghrigh suot arh aprpania qret." He smiled.

2015-10-08 02:28:46

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Her lips curled into a smile. "Nis."

2015-10-08 02:29:37

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"Earheo a pchp arybv eivn, czib. Parp caorua taiar qacvshack."

2015-10-08 02:31:37

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"Awww, mis qwa nor." She set down the knife. " Mep asnor blea ewqa reqa."

2015-10-08 02:33:52

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He smiled at her. "Rapr. Ppae bao arbir moaz arpary nalleeya nfabfrba?"

2015-10-08 02:35:47

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"Hmmm, nishle oenw misaweon."

2015-10-08 02:37:33

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"Wrahrp abvsouo ppier niare obeeq?"

2015-10-08 02:39:56

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"Nesh milar des avor mear."

2015-10-08 02:41:47

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"Pvoia, cbxodiu dnoah arpe jowqq."

2015-10-08 02:46:21

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"Mis enor." She leaned over and kissed him softly. "dis naer tup enougshn tiere."

2015-10-08 02:51:20

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Ren never answered Lance. Of course, Lance didn't expect for them to. It was Ren. Ren only answered to Ivory. That meant his fell back on plan B, which was asking Terezi. She of course, didn't want any part of this. Ivory did enough. That is, until Lance mentioned that it would be for Tassek's sake to help. She agreed, but only on the condition that both her parents helped as well.

He accepted. Anything to help. Anything and anyone. The more the merrier.

It was probably the best idea. More people meant more likely to find a cure.

Four days of nonstop reading and researching, Mr. and Ms. Pyrope found a cure.

All they needed to do was find Lance, and quick.

Before anyone else got hurt.

2015-10-08 03:04:24