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"Were there other questions you asked?" he spoke with a soft head tilt. Was he really unaware of the other questions Isaiah asked, or did he try to play oblivious? Certainly, he was a strange guy that didn't give much away about himself. And that only made it more difficult to tell if he was predator or prey.

And then he chuckled. And his laugh... Once more it was lacking any emotion. Like a forced sound or a broken recording. But he did show a sign of amusement in the form of a brief smile. And it was caused by Isaiah's worry for traps. Why would there be any? He didn't even realise that the question was not spoken out loud. It remained in his mind.

"There's a lake." He informed, this time managing to make the sound come out of his mouth.

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Isaiah's brow furrows, his patience growing short with the other. If this guys some sort of entity pawn they’ve done a terrible job making him. Its hard to believe a person would ever act this way.. That is unless he's a killer, from the fact he simply seems like he’s lost more than a few marbles it might be that. Either way, he trust this guy as far as he could throw him and he couldn't even lift the others feet from the ground.

“Right, I’m sure.” He says with an exasperated sigh. “But I don’t care to see it. Honestly I just want to go sit before there's another trial so either you can come sit too or you can run off to go look at the lake by yourself.” He waves a hand off towards the foggy treeline. He doubted the other could get near the fire, so hopefully this would be enough to get him to go away.

#Per my last email (RP Reply)#facesofthefog [liam]

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As the other responds, Isaiah's eyes once again wander to look for something. Some sort of weapon, some sort of object, anything that would give him more of a clue what he was dealing with. Once again coming up empty, he focused back on the other's face and the pale, near lifeless eyes of the other. It was sort of familiar, in the worst way it could be.

The questions cause him pause. It's normal back and forth, sure, but the avoidance of an answer does little to ease his suspicion of the other. He lets out a small huff, crossing his arms, “Assumedly, at either the campfire or..” Pausing, he closed his eyes with a furrowed brow, thinking for a few moments before waving a hand, “Wherever killers go when they're not killing, I don't know. Not wandering the woods. I’m only out here cause this is where the fog put me.”

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"Oh..." he slowly dropped his head to the side, as if thinking over what Isaiah had told him. But, this time, the pause is much shorter and soon enough, he continues talking. "Aren't you curious about the woods?"

For the first time since they started their conversation did Liam's head twist away from Isaiah. It was as if he stared into the woods, checking his surroundings. But, again, his eyes did not move. And for the first time, the tiniest hint of a smile graced his lips. Still, that did not ease his facial features. Another fake expression added to the previous ones.

"You can find interesting places beyond the camps and the realms."

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He listens as the other speaks, bringing a fist up against his mouth. Closing his eyes he takes a deep breath, letting it go as he opens his eyes and his palm. “Liam, was it? Is the only question you plan on actually answering your name or do you only know how to bounce questions back and forth like some weird game of ping pong?”

It's only when he finishes does he turn his head, trying to follow what the other could possibly be looking at out here. Squinting into the foggy forest, he can’t make out the shape of anything besides trees far off into the distance. Turning his attention back to the other he sighs. “Yes, I’m sure there's some sort of pond or run down shed out in the woods here, probably laid with some entity traps for god knows what.”

#Per my last email (RP Reply)#facesofthefog [Liam]

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As the other responds, Isaiah's eyes once again wander to look for something. Some sort of weapon, some sort of object, anything that would give him more of a clue what he was dealing with. Once again coming up empty, he focused back on the other's face and the pale, near lifeless eyes of the other. It was sort of familiar, in the worst way it could be.

The questions cause him pause. It's normal back and forth, sure, but the avoidance of an answer does little to ease his suspicion of the other. He lets out a small huff, crossing his arms, “Assumedly, at either the campfire or..” Pausing, he closed his eyes with a furrowed brow, thinking for a few moments before waving a hand, “Wherever killers go when they're not killing, I don't know. Not wandering the woods. I’m only out here cause this is where the fog put me.”

#Per my last email (RP Reply)#facesofthefog [Liam]

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The mix of confusion and disdain shows clear on his face, as the other looks down to it. The sheer lack of anything makes him consider if he’d just been quiet maybe he could have simply walked away without him even knowing. However, now eyes were on him and whatever this is seemed interested in playing twenty questions.

“Isaiah.” He says, pausing for a moment. “Reeves. Whats yours?” Would he even have one? Its only after giving a response that he notices the little movements Liam has started to incorporate. An android, maybe? But then still the question hangs as to why since it seems to lack in the scary killer department. Maybe another question would stun it again and he could make an escape, yeah, that seemed as logical as anything else here.

“Why are you out here?”

#facesofthefog [Liam]#Per my last email (RP Reply)

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"I didn't intend to sneak up on you, and I'm sorry if I scared you." The more he spoke, the more noticeable it became that his voice was monotone. There was no remorse, guilt, amusement, or pretty much any emotion in the way he spoke. Almost robotic, despite the other clearly being made of flesh.

And the silence that followed after was uncomfortable. Liam simply stood there, not even looking at Isaiah. No blinking, no eye movement, no breathing or idle movements. Perhaps he was a robot after all. There was already the Singularity. Who was to say there couldn't be another android, even if this one was more human looking. At least he had not made an approach to attack. There was no weapon on his body anywhere to be seen, not even a place where he could hide it unless there was a knife behind his belt. But didn't most killers expose their weapons? So maybe he was just a strange survivor instead?

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Isaiah lets the silence hang, expecting some sort of explanation for why the other is just out here approaching people, but as it continues on he starts to pick up on the little details that make this person not quite.. Human. Still, he doesn't seem to be a threat either. So, what is he? A forest hall monitor for out of line survivors and killers? Seems unnecessary for the supposedly all seeing entities. Giving the other another once over he takes a small step back, letting his shoulder relax slightly from his defensive posture.

“Its.. fine.” He says hesitantly, “Unless you need something I’m just going to head back to the campfire now..” And hopefully this guy would not be keen on following.

#Per my last email (RP Reply)#facesofthefog [Liam]

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Liam had stayed away from the camps and other mortals for the most part. The fire burning where the survivors resided always irritated his skin. The light itself was blinding, keeping him beyond the barrier. He didn't feel the need to socialise either, silently passing between the trees and often observing from afar.

But this time he had spotted a mortal that piqued his interest. Perhaps the other had wandered into the forest driven by curiosity or desperation, maybe he was returning from a trial. It did not matter to the Void Born. What mattered was that sickly-sweet smell that seemed to linger around Isaiah. And it was enough to make Liam want to approach for the first time.

"Are you lost?" Came almost a whisper from behind Isaiah's back.

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How much time had passed? It was hard to tell hours from days and days from weeks, like time itself flowed in a different way in this plane of existence. He was getting more settled into this hellscape, the understanding that he could not simply finish the plan he’d started becoming quickly obvious. The unending life of being chased down and brutally killed seemed an unfair punishment for what he’d done, yet here he was.

His knees ached as he found himself on the forest floor. He’d escaped and done as the other survivors had said, ‘just keep running.’ Though, he's unsure when he blacked out. Getting up, he dust himself off, quickly noting the flicker of the fire in the near distance. He starts to move for the light when a voice makes him jump.

He’s quick to spin around, taking a slightly defensive stance as he looks up to the other with a furrowed brow. He takes a moment to assess him, not abhorrently tall like some, fun hair color which leaned normal, but his eyes were.. Odd.

“No, I’m not.” He hissed, “It would do you good to not skulk around sneaking up on people.”

#Per my last email (RP Reply)#facesofthefog [Liam]

What was the cause of your scar?

The notes were something that had to be explained to him multiple times. It just didn't seem to make sense. The fog as a collective could as questions? The mist itself? At least that seemed to be the consensus for where they came from. Other survivors warned of bad luck and horrible ruins that burned the skin for not answering, but who should he even answer it to?

In a quiet corner of the camp he looked over this first note before touching at the ripped skin. "My sister caused it on accident."

#Echo of an answer (Ask)

With bleary eyes Isaiah slowly blinks awake. His head pounds, but he is not in front of the concrete wall he had been. Instead he’s propped up against a log bench, facing out towards a well stocked campfire. It takes a moment for his mind to process and at first he wonders if it had all been a dream. Perhaps the camping trip hadn’t ended and he’d just ate something bad and gave him nightmares, but looking around nothing was recognizable. Not the people, not the location. Where is here?

Isaiah is now open for RP and Ask.

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