[A long pause, as if he's thinking. He's just being dramatic.]
No.
She's not safe.
None of us are. We could all drop dead tomorrow for the silliest reason.
But I'm in a shockingly giving mood, son, so I'll answer the question you're trying to ask me.
She is in danger down there. But if she dies it won't be because of anything I did. I've never been that far south.
[Which is true, and easily proved. He spent most of his time in the tunnels with House and Alphonse ,either of whom could tell people he hadn't been there.]
[He makes a thoughtful hum under his breath.] How about you think of it this way- when things are shitty, you can still band together to take down anything, including a God.
We have a hocky stick. Don't know if it'll help, but The first trap was a spring loaded ax. Second was a bear trap painted black to not reflect light. The third was rigged to the drawer. It was probably a bomb of some sort. Made glass shoot every where.
[He will include pictures of the ax trap after it was sprung, the eyes painted all over the second room, and the bear trap. Nothing of the last one.]
Want me to send anything from the next one?
ohhh man that was DEF the wrong icon I'm sorry X_X
We can't plan for all contingencies. But it's a good start. It seems like all the triggers were fairly simple things - stands to reason here - so if you stick to a thorough probing routine of any room you enter, you might just be all right. See if you can find something to use for a hook that would let you open things at a distance - if you find a piece of wire in the rubble that can be twisted, that might do, and you could also attach it to the end of the stick.
I won't tell you to stop - don't stop. Nothing else will make it worth it. But keep me updated.
If that's your standard for wicked, clearly you haven't met many vampires.
[The dramatic pause works, much as he might hate that. Beckett holds his breath through it, through the rambling that follows, still and silent until he gets his answer, his real answer. Then all the air goes out of him at once. At least the feed is voice only, though just from the sound, Joker may get the sense of him staggering against the nearest wall.]
See. That wasn't so hard. [If only he had the energy for a better quip. This will have to do.]
I thought that the blood was tainted in some way. I couldn't keep anything down for a week after drinking it, and after that I - died, so I can't tell you if the recovery was spontaneous or the result of intervention. That was the only symptom, though - which would be odd in a poisoned human, I suppose, but fairly standard in Kindred terms. What else do you want to know?
[He won't get a response until that evening. Zell will send a picture, but everything is static or distorted- well, everything but the rag doll sitting in the center.]
Nothing is in the room. Just a chair with the doll sitting on it. The door is pretty heavy. Going to try poking it tomorrow.
[It's a hell of a day, waiting for that response, and a hell of a relief when it comes.]
Have you tried filming it? I assume there's a great deal of static and interference. Anything else? Have you experienced any of the usual symptoms - headache, dizziness, panic?
The doll being trapped would be obvious. There's likely to be something else on top of it. Protect yourself as much as you can when you poke it - don't touch it with your bare hands or make eye contact. And try not to panic if it comes to life and attacks you.
[Beckett takes a breath. Stay alive, yes. He just needs to remember, to keep remembering...]
I'm in the tunnels now. There is - a bit of a situation here. But it should be resolved soon, and then I will come find you. We should travel together, at least for a while.
Yeah, we'll film it over night. We have company, so we can't really do anything rash tonight. No symptoms or anything. Going to give it friends in a moment. The other toys have been interested in what we're doing.
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