With Helga's confirmation that she can see the thing, and that she knows of things even if not first- or secondhand, Larry swears under his breath and tucks the gearboy under the arm that Helga's got her vicegrip on. The other hand digs into his pocket for his phone, the ringback already going off in his ear after he'd speed-dialed someone else.
From there it's a one-sided conversation as far as Helga can hear, a confirmation of presences here linked to the old disappearances. It's over quickly, and he turns to her to explain as he snaps his phone shut again.
"I got a bad feeling about those disappearances." There's a grimace on his face as he looks back at the ghost girl. "Maybe it's not related, but I gotta be sure. Nockfell's fucked but maybe nowhere else has to be."
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Date: 2020-09-16 03:00 am (UTC)From there it's a one-sided conversation as far as Helga can hear, a confirmation of presences here linked to the old disappearances. It's over quickly, and he turns to her to explain as he snaps his phone shut again.
"I got a bad feeling about those disappearances." There's a grimace on his face as he looks back at the ghost girl. "Maybe it's not related, but I gotta be sure. Nockfell's fucked but maybe nowhere else has to be."