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“Las time there wasn’t a lock…. Has Elan been taking books he shouldn’t?”
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….storm it
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Pic’s smile only grew as she smiled at him. He made sure to keep pace with her on the way to the library, even as Jar Man ran ahead. The library was not far from the cafeteria. A few turns and hallways later, they stood in front of its ornate, massive entrance. The large doors had an impressive lock on them. Pic stood right in front of the door, and frowned at the lock.
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Pic nods, walks closer to Aventine, and replies while humming a song of peace, relief, and joy, “No, logic just becomes refined by the stone of chaos. Anyway, follow me!” He walks towards the cafeteria doors, holds them open, and dramatically waves.
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Pic shrugs and smiles. “I did it once, it was actually kinda entertaining. No one else liked it though. Turns out no one likes actual zombies dancing the Thriller, only attractive ones.”
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Pic visibly relaxed as the transformation occurred. "How in the world do you keep pulling things out while my music binds you?!" Pic asks incredulously. In the middle of the sentence, his voice cracks, and the bonds dissipate instantly.
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Pic nods. "Been there before," he hums. "It was too quiet for my tastes."
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"And I don't know enough about that to enforce that rule," Pic hummed.
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"I'll...pretend like I understand anything beyond 'nobody leaves after they arrive and we leave'."
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"Aventine back would be nice," Pic hums. Noticing the bottle of whiskey, he walks over to Jar Man, flicks the bottle, and hums a sharp high note, shattering the bottle.
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"You and me both," Pic hums.
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"I must have missed all of that..."
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Pic pokes at the dagger, and frowns. "I can't hit its resonant frequency," he hums sadly. "And if we miss someone, then we can do a phase two and send them in at a different time."
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Pic shrugged. "So nothing that isn't already expected," he chuckled. "So how do we get to the dead world?"
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Pic exhaled. "I'm really gonna need to talk to her about that later." "So, we need to get rid of this cult or Eyes is going to keep bothering us. We send them to this dead world, and our problem is solved?"
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"I figured as much," Pic hums. "But you are clearly not Aventine." "For some reason, I really don't want to go along with Eyes' plan."
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Pic scooted a few inches away as the transformation occurred and clenched his fists.
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"So now the plan is 'Speed age a child, give them a weapon, and send them to trap an entire cult'?!"
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“Is it possible to make our own?” Pic hums in an ascending tone.
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“So quick and clean banishment of those in charge not named Eyes?”
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“…while interesting, none of that answered my questions…” Pic replied.
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“What happens if the cult dies? And if we can send the cult to a prison of some kind, would that be better?”
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Pic shrinks in on himself. “I despise the idea, but if it is the only option…” Pic sighs. “It may break me, but if it prevents more deaths than it causes, I’d do it. I’d hesitate, but I’d do it.”
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Pic sat silent for a moment, and then quietly hummed in a minor key, "What if we eliminated the cult?"
