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(Hi. I'm gonna be focusing on this whenever I'm on.)
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How th Mighty have Fallen
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(Hey. Alright)
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(I'll be back tomorrow.)
(alright)
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(Hi, we can do this for a while if your up to it?)
(Yeah totally)
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(Hey, sorry I took so long)
(it's fine, don't worry about it)
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Alistor lead Calix through the halls of the ancient building, winding past relics of ages long gone.
Upon reaching one of the only locked doors in the Museum, Alistor stopped and stooped at the handle to pick the lock.
Calix raised his eyebrows as Alistor began to pick the lock. "What are you doing?" he asked, glancing at the other male, then the locked door. "It's probably locked for a reason."
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"I've done this a thousand times before. It's got some really cool shit in here. Plus, if they wanted it safe, they would have made the lock harder to pick."
Calix sighed softly.. "Alistor…" he shook his head a little. "If we get caught…"
(by the way, they have families, right? Like parents or something?)
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(That's up to you. Alistor has a twin sister and a dad)
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'Don't worry, we won't get caught. It's never happened before, and it won't happen now."
The door popped open, releasing a cloud of dust.
(alright)
Calix made an unconvinced noise, frowning a little bit.
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"It'll be fine. Come on." Entering the room made Alistor's eyes dilate, slowly getting used to the weak slivers of light that leaked from the shutters above.
Calix followed him cautiously, frowning a little bit.
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Alistor gave Calix another smile.
“Don’t worry. Besides, they have some pretty cool shit in here.”
Calix sighed, and raised his eyebrows. "Alright…let's see this "cool stuff" of yours, then." he replied.
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Slowly, cautious in the semi-darkness, Alistor lead Calix forward. From the half-light, appeared a thick glass box holding two mummified heads of some sort of creature that looked like a cross between a dog and a xenomorph.
"I'm not sure what this thing is. It has something written on the plaque. Probably latin or something.
Calix's eyes widened a little. "What in the actual fuck." He swore when he saw the heads, crossing his arms.
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"It's been here for as long as I've been coming here. It's weir. I named it Jack the Ripper."
Alistor grinned, his face slightly ghostly in the poor lighting.
Calix shooo his head a little. "I see…and…how long have you been coming here?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
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"I've been coming here for at least 3 years."
Calix nodded a little. "Oh. Wow. Okay." He replied, running a hand through his brown hair. "That's…a long time."
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"My dad works here as a exhibitor, so I pretty much have free reign of the place." Alistor stuffed his hand into a pocket and pulled out a piece of paper.
"I found this on the pedestal." Almost reverently, he handed it to Calix.
Calix took the paper, but didn't read it quite yet. He just raised his eyebrows a little, then looked down at it to read it.
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"I'm not sure what it is. I think it's in some form of latin or something, but I can't tell."
Alistor frowned.
Calix nodded. "Ah. And…?" He handed the paper back, not at all sure what Alistor was trying to tell him.