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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Sept 26, 2013 19:26:40 GMT
Cecil was walking calmly about the graveyard which was one of the few nature like places he'd found to walk in. The dog park was dangerous and Lover's Moonside made him miss Carlos.
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Post by Pitch|Oncie|Mavy|Dipper|Astrid on Sept 26, 2013 19:32:06 GMT
Pitch sat on one of the taller headstones, raising zombie-like shadows from the ground. He could sense he wasn't alone and a dark smile appeared when he saw Cecil. He had never seen him before and decided messing with him a little would be fun.
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Sept 26, 2013 19:35:37 GMT
Cecil was narrating softly to himself. "A pleasant little town, granted with some rampant chaos, but C'mon now, there's always a little chaos. Let's face it. No signs yet of any vague yet menacing government agencies having a presence in this town listeners."
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Post by Pitch|Oncie|Mavy|Dipper|Astrid on Sept 26, 2013 19:44:03 GMT
Pitch rolled his eyes. This guy had robe crazy if he was ranting to himself like that. Lazily, he sent one of his shadow Zombies to block Cecil's path.
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Sept 26, 2013 19:55:18 GMT
Cecil tilted his head at the shadow zombie, tattoos moving more than before. "There seems to be a shadow in my path listeners. Whether or not its intentions, if it indeed has any intentions toward me at all, are malicious I do not yet know."
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Post by Pitch|Oncie|Mavy|Dipper|Astrid on Sept 26, 2013 20:14:18 GMT
The zombie charged, letting out an inhuman groan sound as it ran at average speed up the path. Once it reached Cecil however, it turned into a cloud of shimmery dust that floated upwards, polluting the air.
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Sept 26, 2013 20:16:41 GMT
Cecil blinked as the shimmery dust floated around him. "Well.... that was odd." His tattoos were writhing about his arms, third eye glowing a soft purple.
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Post by Pitch|Oncie|Mavy|Dipper|Astrid on Sept 26, 2013 20:50:49 GMT
"Why do you keep talking to yourself?" Pitch asked in annoyance. He finally stepped into the light, the shadow zombies following him. "It's exhausting to listen to and there's nobody around to here you but me."
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Sept 26, 2013 20:56:39 GMT
"A tall dark stranger has appeared," Cecil whispered, before responding to Pitch. "I used to host a radio show. I guess I'm just used to narrating things!" He didn't seem phased by the shadow zombies with him, just curious.
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Post by Pitch|Oncie|Mavy|Dipper|Astrid on Sept 26, 2013 21:40:07 GMT
"Again, nobody can hear you." Pitch pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. "Who are you anyway?"
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Sept 26, 2013 22:15:02 GMT
"Cecil Baldwin, the voice of Nightvale. Well... I used to be..." His eexpression fell a little.
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Post by Pitch|Oncie|Mavy|Dipper|Astrid on Sept 26, 2013 23:39:03 GMT
"Nightvale? Never heard of it." Pitch ran the name through his mind for a moment before finally shaking his head. He stepped forward a few steps, his hands behind his back. "I'm Pitch. Pitch Black."
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Sept 26, 2013 23:59:19 GMT
Cecil nodded at the name, three eyes blinking at him. "Nice to meet you."
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Post by Pitch|Oncie|Mavy|Dipper|Astrid on Sept 28, 2013 20:34:48 GMT
"Not everybody is so thrilled to meet the boogeyman." Pitch leaned against a nearby headstone. "Can't say I've ever had someone say it was nice to meet me."
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Sept 28, 2013 20:40:35 GMT
Cecil chuckled. "There's a first for everything."
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