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[Ah, the monthly saga continues. The PCD switches on to reveal Horst, and a tray of food.]
Hello again, gentle viewers. I thought in light of this latest event, it was fitting to show you the proper care and feeding of a Johannes Cabal. The most important thing, especially when you lot are out wandering from dream to dream, is not to let him sleep too much.
Since he is always armed to the teeth with either magic or a very heavy gun, I suggest bringing him a peace offering. [He gestures at the food.]
Remember, never attempt this without supervision.
[He manages to balance the tray, carry the PCD, and go down to the basement lab without spilling a drop.]
Good morning, baby brother, and please do note it is not actually morning. Not that you would know since you haven't--
[The room is empty. All of Johannes's carefully gathered supplies, his clothes, his Gladstone bag, gone.
The tray of food is the first to clatter, and then the only sound just before the PCD is shut off is a disbelieving whimper.]
[Horst won't be answering anything on the PCD for a while. Feel free to find him offline but he, well, won't be anywhere near the church, he'll just be around the woods and on rooftops. Also if you happen to live at the church you would probably have heard noises from the basement. That was not in fact a pack of moose, just Horst. Destroyin' shit before he left. Like ya do.]
Hello again, gentle viewers. I thought in light of this latest event, it was fitting to show you the proper care and feeding of a Johannes Cabal. The most important thing, especially when you lot are out wandering from dream to dream, is not to let him sleep too much.
Since he is always armed to the teeth with either magic or a very heavy gun, I suggest bringing him a peace offering. [He gestures at the food.]
Remember, never attempt this without supervision.
[He manages to balance the tray, carry the PCD, and go down to the basement lab without spilling a drop.]
Good morning, baby brother, and please do note it is not actually morning. Not that you would know since you haven't--
[The room is empty. All of Johannes's carefully gathered supplies, his clothes, his Gladstone bag, gone.
The tray of food is the first to clatter, and then the only sound just before the PCD is shut off is a disbelieving whimper.]
[Horst won't be answering anything on the PCD for a while. Feel free to find him offline but he, well, won't be anywhere near the church, he'll just be around the woods and on rooftops. Also if you happen to live at the church you would probably have heard noises from the basement. That was not in fact a pack of moose, just Horst. Destroyin' shit before he left. Like ya do.]
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[He kneels down; speaking wasn't a good idea, it knocks loose what control he did have. He stares grimly at the cracked sidewalk until his eyes aren't stinging anymore.]
I'm going to find us a new place to live. Will you help me--?
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I won't leave you either. I might.... Tonight, I might not be home. I just need some time. But we'll move somewhere better tomorrow. Would you like that?
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We'll need a big kitchen, so you and Raven can make cookies.
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It's cold out for Basil.
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[He's still grieving, still devastated, but he has Alice to look after.]
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I'll try to be better tomorrow.
[Although he knows--and she's old enough to know--that he won't be. Most of life, he'd once said, is acting.]
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