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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 949271" data-attributes="member: 10680">Outside the Pepsi CenterDenver, Coloradoafter the game, October 2002Gus turns to Leo with a weird look in his eye. "Come on, Leo, hear yourself talk... So this guy was actually the same that you met in the catacombs, but he talked in a language that oyu didn't understand. Or did... Couldn't it just have been your tiredness, and excitiment from the game.""Damn, did you actually jump that high? I mean - I was there, but I'm starting to have doubts. For some reason, I don't really trust this guy. But if he shows up tomorrow, at least you can be sure that there's something going on. Do you think it's wise to do as he says? I don't know - I think you're messing with some strange <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> here, Leo."Gus strikes a hand through his head one more time before starting the car and driving to Leo's home.OoC: Leo_______________________industrial area off of the M6London, EnglandOctober 2002, around 9 PMDr. Franks leans in ever so slightly to Taylor, looking him straight in the eye and speaking in his slow and thick voice. "Well, Mister Willougby. Most of these people actually believe that these myths are real. It gives them the illusion that they are somehow different from others, important individuals, a cut above the rest. This is what makes them so dangerous, you see...These people will believe they have seen the light, know the truth, their search for more leads them to actions that endanger themselves and others." Even though his voice has changed little from before, the words sound menacing, especially when considering how close they strike to Taylor's thoughts from moments before.Taylor's thoughts are still spinning, working their way ever closer to some kind of 'solution', but only in bits and pieces. Real. Coming from childhood stories. "...completes the circle". There's something there, he knows it, feels it coming closer."But, Mister Willoughby. You haven't answered my question. What do you think so far of what it is we do?" The man watches Taylor like a hawk, waiting for his reply...OoC: Taylor_______________________Ty's home, city centreCambridge, EnglandOctober 2002, late eveningThe man raises an eyebrow, it seems as if he isn't entirely pleased with the answer, of was hoping for something else. The man's voice is rather soft and non-confrontational as he speaks."Well, I can only assume that you took today to read through the book. From what I know, the theory is pretty detailed, but simple in its concept. As a researcher, you should have some knowledge of the matter, and an opinion on the concept of the theory. Do you not...?"As an after-thought, he adds "Well, what you read is mostly defined by your expectations and assumptions. You should look for what appeals to you, and what you think is interesting..."OoC: Ty</blockquote>

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