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In that case, should we get started?

Shall I do the echo while you work on the writing?

If you're alright with that, I am.

That's more than fine.

I'll start, then.

[he's gonna Quick Brown Fox troubleshoot this echo. maybe a bit of Lorem Ipsum.]

[while he does that, she's going to move to the wall and start to write the questions they decided on, silent so he can listen more closely.]

[hmmm... noticeably a bit puzzles as he tilts his head, listening intently to the echo saying the words back to him, exactly.]

--ah. It's no use. I can't really pin down anything identifying and it's only saying the word back as I say them.

I see... That's unfortunate.

[finishes writing! and freezes for a moment, then quickly steps back as the answers start getting etched into the wall, dripping down blood.]

—Smith.

What is it?

[looks over]

Something happe--... ah.

[well.]

... we've at least confirmed an active spirit?

Yes. Should we write something else while—

[she starts to say before the lights go out which is probably fine and normal]

... someone's theatrical.

[right. they are in an auditorium.]

[putting a hand to her head as they flicker back on]

...Are you alright?

Fine?

[looks around.]

I was expecting something else to happen in the dark--

[and then he notices the stage.

pauses and then moves over to it.]

So was I.

[looks over as he starts that way, pausing.]

...Are those - dolls?

Marionettes.

[wow.

wooooow. he actually got chills because of his Seer Pathway rivals who have tried to make him into a marionette before.

but he bends over and picks up the marionette that looks like him.]

"Join my play?"

Playful thing, isn't it?

[wincing a little as she comes over to look at them, glancing at the final message]

... Should we dispose of them somehow, or just hide them?

... I'm hesitant to destroy anything that may be an effigy.

[but he is going to pick up the Star doll and situated the cross connected to the strings in his hand so he has both puppets standing upright on the stage.

hm...

makes the puppets give a bit of a bow to each other and then to the empty seats of the audience.]

[waits, and takes a breath when nothing else happens before she comes over]

What are you doing...?

[he's looking at the puppets who he's having bounce around, strings going taut and then loose again as he moves the cross paddles.

he's smiling, at least.]

It's a bit different. Using actual dolls instead of actual bodies.

[it's a peaceful smile, really.]

... Might I have mine?

[carefully reaching for it]

[looks to her. easily passes the cross and strings over to her.]

It's just wood, paint, and cloth and strings.

[taking it carefully]

Mm... It doesn't seem enchanted, at least. But I wonder where it came from.

[lifting up the paddle of his puppet so he can catch it in his now free hand.

he never did like leaving marionettes hanging on their strings.]

Maybe a kind of gift from the spirit for asking after it? It's difficult to say.

[looks at the messages it left]

Does it seem like the generous type?

More... a bit lonely, maybe?

A performer is nothing without an audience, after all.

I'm not too inclined to indulge the request, all the same.

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