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[runboyrun]

H-hey, has anyone-

[Stiles has to swallow a few times before he can keep talking. His voice is thick, rough, and although he's not crying any more, there are still tear-tracks down his cheeks, red where he's been scrubbing at them.]

Has anyone else been... hallucinating dead people? They're hallucinations, right? They've gotta be...

Ellen? I tried the salt. She didn't- it didn't work.

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[runboyrun]

...Never mind. One of the greatest literary tragedies of our time.

[Stiles knows all about the latest phase, but not for lack of trying to avoid it.]

Yeah, she's been showing me the ropes, teaching me a bit about what other creepy-monsteries might try and bite me on the ass. I mean, werewolves were new, a year ago. Now psycho druids, banshees and ghosts, and apparently angels and demons. Which I'm really hoping aren't gonna decide to visit my hometown.

[lightgunhustler]

Something tells me I'm not missing much.

[If she'd lived long enough, she might not have been able to avoid it, but she happened to miss out on the craze before it reached a fever pitch.]

She's good about that, making sure people are looked-after and prepared for what this place likes to throw at us. I hope you don't get angels and demons, either - both of them are pains in the ass, despite the fact that I always thought the angels would be on our side.

[runboyrun]

Yeah, you're not.

[He sighs, propping his chin on his knees.]

I guess the angels are on God's side or something. You know, rocking the whole 'higher plan' thing?

...Is God real?