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[06 Aug 2008|09:31pm] |
There's some noise in the background Sylvie is working to filter out, but her focus is clearly on something else. The faint tinny sound of harsh screaming trickles through, pauses, trickles through again, shot through with something undeniably inhuman. Sylvie speaks quietly and hastily into the Ether; a little panicked, quite frankly. She's not yet in over her head, but it's clear whatever she's seeing isn't all that easy to swallow.
Good Lord. And that's not in vain, folks. She's actually praying right now, never mind that she'll receive no answer. I have not seen a possession like this in-- Another scream pierces through, louder, and Sylvie stops speaking, as if someone could have possibly heard her.
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