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[Action 1: Coming across a droned Kay Faraday while on his paper route was startling to Crowe. It practically gave him chills. Immediately excusing himself from her, he made his way over to her house. There would be an easy way to tell if it was permanent, and that would be her belongings. One look through the living room window would confirm the worst - her big flat screen TV was gone.

Just to make sure, the young thief quickly snuck his way around the back and up to Kay's room while she was still out. Sure enough, her Little Thief computer was gone too. Heartbroken, Crowe collects his former friend's notes she had on their investigative work, and slipped back out, hopefully unnoticed by her housemates.]


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[Phone call filtered from drones/NPCs. Crowe sounds distracted.]

Ah. Everyone might here the drones whispering about the bowling alley. O-Or I think for some, maybe the hotel or a camping trip? Last year it was Makeout Point... A-Anyway, sometime soon we're all going to be stuck somewhere for a few hours. Nothing bad should happen if it's like last time, but you never know what Mayfield will do. Last year we all were, um, paired up in cars for several hours. Ah, the teens I mean. The adults were in the hotel and the kids were at camp, I believe. So. Um. Just to warn you all.

Uh, also, if anyone knows Kay Faraday, she... she's gone now. For good. I thought I'd just. Let people know.

[There's a moment of silence before he hangs up.]

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[Action 2: Oh look, a package for Crowe! Standing at the mailbox, Crowe opens it up, wondering what he has left for the town to send him. Inside is a small, well-worn soccer ball, obviously meant for young child. He gives it a fond smile, turning it over in his hands. His first name is scrawled on it in childish handwriting.]

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[Action 3: Later, Crowe can be found at the diner, sitting in a corner booth by himself with a milkshake. What else would his old BFF do in this situation by cure it with ice cream?

It doesn't seem to be working though. He's barely touched it, opting to sit there with his headphones in, drowning the world out.]

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GRANTED, MAYFIELD MAKES THAT NECESSARY. ONLY DIED ONCE BACK HOME. [Silence's expression isn't at all dire as he writes this; in fact, he looks rather amused by it, a joke only he understands.

He brightens noticeably when Crowe confirms he has a picture of Nusakan, and doesn't doubt for a moment that they're thinking of the same person. He hadn't been kidding about being sure that Crowe would know the man if he'd seen him. At the mention of the picture being odd, he simply begins to laugh silently.] THAT'S NUSAKAN, YES.

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[That's met with a bit of confusion on Crowe's end. He's met people in Mayfield who've died back home, but Silent doesn't seem bothered.] You... what?

Ah, well, I'll get a copy of it made for you tomorrow, and drop it off for you in your mailbox. Sound good?

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[Silence nods agreement to Crowe's proposition. He supposes clinging to a picture of Nusakan is pure sentimentality, of the sort he'd mostly given up, but...it's going to be lonelier without him. And he does hope to see him again in person someday, so it's hardly pointless to cling to a memory which might at any time become relevant again.

For now...Silence tilts his head as he considers how to proceed. So he hadn't explained the process by which mystics were created, had he...well, no time like the present, he supposes.] MYSTICS ARE MADE, NOT BORN. I USED TO BE HUMAN. [Here he smiles again, somewhat mischievously.] WINGS NOTWITHSTANDING - GENETIC ABERRATION. A MYSTIC OFFERED TO TURN ME, AND I ACCEPTED. BUT FOR A HUMAN TO BECOME A MYSTIC, THEY HAVE TO DIE FIRST. [He shrugs, and his usual smile may take on the slightest hint of a wistful air.] HE KILLED ME, AND BROUGHT ME BACK.

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[O-Oh. Crowe's quiet for a moment as he mulls this over.]

Ah, that sounds.. like it must have been difficult. A very hard decision to make. But I guess it was worth it in the end, yeah?

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[For a moment, Silence's normally direct gaze shifts elsewhere. It's not quite wistfulness in his expression now; in fact, it's hard to put a word to at all. A combination of regret, longing, gratitude, thoughtfulness...as though he's not actually sure he can answer Crowe's question, and is trying to weigh everything that's happened since that day in order to give him an accurate one.

The answer doesn't seem to be easily reached. And though Silence turns back to Crowe eventually, with a smile and a nod, something in his eyes doesn't seem entirely convinced.]

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[Crowe can tell he hit a nerve. He looks apologetic.] A-Ah, sorry, I don't mean to pry or anything.

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[Silence shakes his head with a smile and a rueful shrug.] NOT YOUR FAULT. I WAS...YOUNG. AROUND YOUR AGE? DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS GETTING INTO.

[And also desperately, unwisely in love, as often happens to humans who are charmed by mystics.]

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I guess it's a hard thing to comprehend until its happened.

[Crowe sighs lightly.] Sorry, I didn't mean to bring the mood down even more...

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[Silence smiles, shaking his head. Crowe can hardly be blamed for the direction his own memories take, or his own youthful ignorance. He reaches across the table, touching the boy's hand lightly in a gesture of reassurance.]

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[Crowe smiles a bit again at that.] Hopefully i-it'll be our turn to get out of here soon enough, yeah?

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[Silence smiles a little wistfully at that. Oh, yes, he'd like to go home to the regions he knows, back to work at IRPO, to see Nusakan and Fuse and Cotton and the others again...but at the same time, he's made a few close friends in Mayfield. The idea of leaving them - and, judging by the occasional bit of chatter he's heard on the phones, forgetting them entirely - is bittersweet.]

HOPEFULLY. BUT I WOULD MISS YOU AND LUCAS. [He pauses. Well, technically, he wouldn't, since he'd forget the very existence of them...but no. He can't help but think some part of him would still miss them, even if he had no conscious memories of what he was missing. There have to be limits to Mayfield's power.] EVEN WITHOUT MEMORIES, I THINK.

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[Crowe looks touched at that, and his smile grows - much more genuine of one. And like always, his face reddens a bit.]

A-Ah, same here. It would feel like... like something was missing, you know?

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[Silence's smile softens in return.] SOMETHING WOULD BE.