open to all investigators. (3rd day of Maiden)

[creatic]

[ okay so he's pretty well known to just drive you people up a wall in telepathic conversation but in rare instances he can be serious.

And one thing the veterans, at least, know? He never starts open conversations unless he's serious and with something worth hearing. And he only says things worth hearing when he finds it dangerous. ]

Right, so, I think we might suddenly have a really big problem. Like, really big.

[ yeah he means it literally concerning it physically as much as simply metaphorically. ]

Has anyone heard of anyone around the ships talking about something called "the Grasper"?

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[creatic]

[ . . . WOW. ]

—I'm sorry, what.

[ is this really only primarily concerned with the smell? at least they'll know it's coming, right...? ]

[senseandcecilbility]

[It is a terrible smell okay. The sort of smell that makes angels pale and faint from their fluffy clouds.]

Awful news, sir. Honestly!

[creatic]

Ah... Are we probably going to die from it?

[ he's sort of serious in a sense—gosh, if it's that bad maybe they should all just give up now because they'll only work hard and then be knocked unconscious and be sitting ducks. ]

[senseandcecilbility]

No, sir, but we might wish we were dead!

[creatic]

That's pretty intense of a smell. Don't tell me you only know of that but no way to defend against it?

[senseandcecilbility]

One might be able to kill it and throw it away. In the deepest abysm one can find, preferably. And never turn back.

Or one can merely stop breathing.