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[hellblaze]

[ He's plenty beautiful!! ]

Oh, spooky whispers never have anything good, luv. Not fans of the trick-or-treat idea. [ John shrugs, not that she can really see it. ] I'm guessing those whispers slipped past whatever magical barriers you put up too?

[waywardsister]

Yeah... Hear them constantly. Can you make out what they're saying?

[ 'cause clearly, knowing would be a better than not knowing - right? ]

[hellblaze]

A few words here and there, but, it was too many things talking at once. I started to try and block them out eventually. I do enough stupid things without them adding onto it.

[ He opted to yell at the voices instead. ]

[waywardsister]

Anything work for you so far?

[ It feels like they sleep through the cracks, those voices. Claire's not sure they can be blocked out. Sure would be nice, though. ]

[hellblaze]

No. Looks like they buggered off with the sun. If we could find out what it is haunting this town... could probably cook up a spell that would work.

[ That would mean the town has to give a bit of TLC though. ]

[waywardsister]

Yeah, that's the big question, isn't it?

[ Claire rubs her forehead. ]

If I ever get any sort of clue, I'll let you know.

[hellblaze]

Call it mutual. We won't get far if we don't share what we have.

[ A pause. ] One last thing, new house, new number. 1387 7-0072.

[waywardsister]

Look at you, moving up in the world.

[ Well. If by up she means from the beachside to closer into the town, at least. ]

Duly noted. And hey... thanks. For calling.

[hellblaze]

More like found a closer house and it was bloody fucking cold outside.

[ He grins, even if she can't see it. ] Not a problem, luv. I'll keep in touch.