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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2017 6:29 pm
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Of course he knew his name. Renard knew everything, right? He'd been friends with people Rabbit had never even seen him speak to in this world, and he showed up in the most unexpected of places.
Rabbit cleared his throat, but his voice still came out thin. At least he was able to look into Renard's eyes.
"I've been doing some research on sirens for quite a while now—you know, noble stuff—and I just learned the other day that you made them, which, all right, cool. But I was wondering if you knew anything about what they had become? What kinds of magic they have? Because Alwise seemed a little fragile on his own. Before he... died."
Rabbit wrapped his left hand around his right fist and pushed both lightly into his sternum, as if he was turning off his vapid rambling function. He took a breath and stood a little taller.
"I just wanted to ask you for a little information, if you have the time. Sir."
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2017 1:52 pm
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Rabbit nodded, though it was more inwardly focused than meant as any sort of response. One positive, one... eh, and one entry for creepypasta.
"How do you feel about people trying to break our cage? You don't have to answer or anything, but if all the, um, fragments were brought to you, would you try to smash them? ...Do you think."
It was an idiotic question, rife with the potential for an answering lie, but there it was.
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2017 6:30 pm
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"I spent almost two decades of my life trying to prevent the outcome that I now find myself faced with," said Renard. "Two decades in extreme emotional pain and physical exertion, fighting my own unwillingness to carry a living being inside myself and my knowledge that it had to be done. All so that I wouldn't be trapped in your world's endless Nascar race of a cage, and for nothing..."
He trailed off.
"Upstairs," he said, "There is a room full of the corpses of my children who didn't make it to term. Dozens of them, Mr. Vaughn. I carried them all right here, beneath my heart--" He pressed a palm against his chest "--I shared with them my magic and my body--And you ask me if I would hesitate to destroy the cage that robbed their deaths of any purpose?"
He shook his head. "I know what it is to lose a child. Two children, three, ten... I would not harm your children. As much as their existence hurts me."
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2017 9:19 pm
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Okay, so this wasn't just an entry for creepypasta, it was a five part saga, 10 out of 10, would read again, movie deal horror story. Fetuses in the guest room. The magical man who had forcibly created them. And all of it for nothing. Maybe. Rabbit did want the cage to be broken in theory, but he wanted the sirens to live more. What their lives would become if the world reset was another problem altogether, one that he had only recently begun to think about. That was fine, but he probably shouldn't have been doing so now. Rabbit realized he was staring and made himself straighten and blink.
"I'm sorry," he said, and he meant it. Most of the time when he apologized, what he really meant to convey was sympathy. This time, he'd had a direct hand in ******** everything up. "And thank you. People are... working on it, I think. If I can, I'll try to get you in to look at what they find." He'd have to ask around first, because this version of Renard was frankly still terrifying and Rabbit wasn't sure if he could be trusted any more than the other one, but he would see what he could do.
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