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[explosivecombat]

[TEXT; LOCKED TO doitrockapella]

The offer for conversation is always open, should you desire to take me up on it; I can't guarantee that I'll respond immediately, nor will it necessarily be the response you want, but I'll always respond in some way.

In the name of enlightened discourse.

Comments

[explosivecombat]

I'll ask you to keep in mind that everything I do benefits me in some way; I'm not going to try to claim that this is any different. There are other factors as well, of course - would you really want to keep them, knowing what they were? - but yes, most of my concern was with the fact that you had my weapons and I hadn't given them to you in the first place.

[doitrockapella]

No wonder you didn't want to tell me what they were. You thought I'd throw them into the ocean if I knew.

[explosivecombat]

That's exactly it, really; I wouldn't be surprised if you tried to destroy them.

[doitrockapella]

I'm not altogether comfortable having learned that I handed them back to you, even unknowingly.

But you can't use them, can you.

[explosivecombat]

Not at the moment, I can't; they aren't anything I use frequently anyway, even when I can.

[doitrockapella]

...

If I ask you an...odd question, will you humor me with a serious answer? I think I've earned that much, at least.

[explosivecombat]

I don't see why not.

[doitrockapella]

Have you ever taken them to Lavender Town? Those stones.

[explosivecombat]

I haven't been to Lavender Town, fullstop. Why?

[doitrockapella]

That's where I was earlier this year, before I came to meet you in Goldenrod.

I didn't think anything of it at the time, but...I don't know. I told you it was an odd question.

I just remember waking up with a bad feeling.

[explosivecombat]

Yet I doubt you would ask me if it weren't relevant in some way. What sort of bad feeling are you talking about?

[doitrockapella]

One of my employees is painfully superstitious. It was that kind of bad feeling.

That's why I didn't put much faith in it.

[explosivecombat]

And you think it was the stones causing it?

[doitrockapella]

I don't know. Maybe? You know I don't like weapons, maybe...

No, I don't know. I've been back since, and I was fine. Maybe it was nothing.

[explosivecombat]

Has this sort of thing happened before?

[doitrockapella]

Not to me personally. But my boyfriend used to have dreams like that, too. He...opened my mind to the possibility.

[explosivecombat]

Well, I wouldn't let it worry you too much.

[doitrockapella]

If you ever do take them there, will you at least let me know?

[explosivecombat]

You may be waiting a while; I've no intention of going if it can be avoided.

[doitrockapella]

Oh? I haven't scared you off, now, have I?

[explosivecombat]

The place is crawling with ghosts normally anyway, isn't it?

[doitrockapella]

...Oh. That's right.

Yes, it's most certainly haunted. It's also the town with the tower where that reporter supposedly disappeared earlier this year. That's part of the reason I went, was to climb it and see what came of it.

[explosivecombat]

Did you happen to find anything?

[doitrockapella]

An utterly disappointing lack of spooks, specters, and other Halloweenish folk.

...Up until I had that nightmare, but that could've been something else.

[explosivecombat]

Indeed; what did the nightmare consist of?