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Bakstur stared at where the figure was, and tried to scruitinize his memory for specifics. He thought and thought
black suit, red tie, are you an idiot? you know who he is, or more aptly, it is. it's not Slender Man.
Bakstur realized it couldn't be that thing he knew a bit about and that the Aesir Initative gave explicit instructions to ignore and not to interact with. This thing had a face, and thus it was not an incredibly dangerous and murderous entity. That said, what was it? Brown hair, Caucasian, definitely not non-human in any obvious way. For some reason, Bakstur's memory was blanked on the matter of what the man's hands looked like. He did see them, it's just that his mind was suspiciously fuzzy on the details. Bakstur thought of Angel
dont look at me i wouldnt do that then decided to dismiss it. The Angel wasn't dumb enough to try and obscure those details. Bakstur would obviously then decide enough was enough and
murder me wouldnt you youre just waiting for an excuse to kill me you little prick... well, it was obvious what he'd do next.
Bakstur thought the man was approaching, but it became readily apparent that it was leaving.
"It was watching us, and now it's leaving." Bakstur grunted.
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Eric tried to get a good glimpse of the shadow he saw as he turned around at Bakstur's remark.
And it was nothing more or less then a shadow, a faint moving thing that was soon gone.He gripped his pistol and kept on the lookout. Things watching in an isolated forest were not exactly good news...
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Ambrose clicked the safety off as she whispered. Her wolf side almost begged her to give in and attack as a werewolf, but she was going to fight like a person... in broad daylight near a highway was not a good time to lose control... but it couldn't be worse then a biochem class, anyway. She had some training, so she should have been good... Maybe...
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Kathryn thought Bakstur was going to start heading toward the watcher, but Bakstur was remaining still. As Bakstur talked, Kathryn sighed.
Fucking demon possessed. They're either too smart or too dumb. And she was hoping that Bakstur would be different, because she didn't want a puppet as a co-worker. Maybe the demon in his head was fucking with him and telling him not to move after the shadow or something...