Into the Light

My name is Leah, and I refuse to forget again. // mun is @cryptologicalmystic; this blog is technically a side blog to @smiley-anonymous

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[Apparently the Harmonicas are in a tizzy.]

[This is emphatically not Leah's problem.]

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HES NOT DEAD HES NOT DEAD IGNORE THAT OTHER ANON

[Leah is pacing frantically, trying to shake off some impulse she can't identify.]

[Find him, the instinct tells her from the back of her skull. Find him and save him. Traitor or no traitor, you were friends once. You could be friends again.]

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Ed died

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[what]

what

[Leah doesn't know how to feel.]

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Leah, you silly girl, do you not understand? The reason you went unrecognized, was because of the curse of stolen names. Semantic Identities changed, for now you and Taylor are no longer human, you are one of our own.

[What the fuck?]

What the hell is that supposed to mean?! Σ(｀Д´　)!?

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I have been lost in space for days and my friend has made good on her threat to turn the jointly operated blog into an Internet meme vector. I would bemoan how this week could not possibly worsen, but given the nature of reality I suspect that I would shortly be proven wrong.

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If you don't get back soon, I will bring out the big guns. (o≖◡≖)

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Are you doing alright, Taylor?

I foolishly chose to drown my sorrows with alcohol and now I am lost in space again. Furthermore, I no longer have access to the Night Shift blog. I can only assume I made several bad decisions on that front while drunk.

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That’s... quite unfortunate. Try demanifesting, and try to spectate your way back?

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Taylor, you bastard, I thought you were double dead! You blocked me! o(；△；)o

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[Summary of Leah's activities for the last thirty-seven and a half hours:]

[Discovering Taylor's posts.]

[Briefly contemplating a search-and-rescue mission.]

[Remembering, oh yeah, they could be literally anywhere in the universe. And they might not even be manifested at the moment.]

[Desperately sending Taylor messages for about an hour.]

[At about that point, they block her.]

[Half an hour later, she receives an automated message in her email saying she has been given admin permissions for the Night Shift blog.]

[The rest of that time is spent crying.]

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[Leah wakes up at 2:30 AM. Technically it's 3:30, but as far as Leah's concerned Daylight Savings Time is probably a scam to sell extra clocks or something and anyone in possession of a time machine should kill George Hudson second.]

[Since sleep doesn't seem to be re-attainable for the moment, she decides to check Tumblr. Maybe there'll be another anon she can redirect several miles underwater.]

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Oh shit.

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oh, the mariana trench is really nice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! very good spot to stay, 10/10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not in the least because any meddling anons who choose to pop up near me will get crushed by the pressure before they can do anything particularly annoying. ☆｡ﾟ+.(人-ω◕ฺ)ﾟ+.ﾟ

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we are you :)

I've been puzzling over this ask for two full minutes and I still can't figure out what you're trying to say.

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chomp

And now we're back to our regularly scheduled anon shenanigans.

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have you forgotten so easily?

And now we're getting to the "good" stuff!

Except you didn't actually explain anything! What forgotten thing are you on my case about this time, pray tell? ⁽(✿◉◡◉)

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leah. why are you, why. why are they calling you a lyre. you haro

The fuck is a haro supposed to be?

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haep

hear

harp

the box has a luttle tick in it and i can't turn it off.

my garp

you broke it :'(

[Ed is either sleep-texting or on some really heavy anesthesia. Possibly both.]

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One: Ed, what the fuck?

Two: I know for a fact I blocked you.

Three: you promised you would never tell anyone about the harp incident!!!

Four: Ed, what in the unmitigated, blistering fuck?!

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leah. why are you, why. why are they calling you a lyre. you haro

The fuck is a haro supposed to be?

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It says anon's off. It's obviously on, though, considering they keep pestering me. Damn hellsite.

[Leah counts herself lucky they haven't decided to badger her physically. Joke's on them if they do, though - she's spectating from the Marianas Trench. Not much of a view, but that's the point, isn't it?]

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FEATURELESS FACE

See, this is what I was expecting the anons to be like. I wore a mask. The Harmonists, evil murdercult though they were, weren't the ones who fucked up my face. And I'm pretty sure it's not the face itself that's the problem here. (・-・*)

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Bill Nye themeBill Nye the Science GuyBill Nye the Science GuyBill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, BillBill Nye the Science Guy(Science rules)Bill Nye the Science Guy(Inertia is a property of matter)Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, BillBill Nye the Science GuyBill, Bill, Bill(T-minus seven seconds)Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, BillBill Nye, the Science Guy

...Didn't I turn anon off? (´･＿･‘)

I mean, if I didn't actually turn it off, I'm glad it was a Bill Nye ask and not, I don't know, weird conspiracy theories. But I'm still pretty sure I turned it off.