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A special fluorescent ink was used for the Society's identification stamp. It glittered prettily when reflecting light, but what reasoned it's use was the high light absorption. Holding the incandescent letter in the darkroom, she knew that the privacy seal had been broken.
A menacing smile that didn't quite match the cold tone of voice. A subtle deviation from the usually direct proportionality between external and internal demeanor. That meant someone was about to get decomposed.
When he opened the door, thousands of spiders seemed to cover every solid surface, moving like soundless boiling water. He froze at the scene and his thoughts overloaded, doubting reality, physics and statistics.
He observed the water's movement, looking for the smallest sign of something that could resemble an uto-aztecan water dog. Preferably, before a scapegoat was found to blame the disappearances on.
It took him quite a bit of cognitive dissonance before admitting that he cared for his friends, but they didn't seem surprised at all, completely nullifying his effort at being honest.
The metallic door was air-tightly compressed and the handle was gone. She knew she couldn't open it without damaging her nails, and her priorities were certainly not on finding doubtful treasures (or radioactive prototypes, if she was unlucky).
Hopping down the hill, the small rabbit slid gracefully around the bushes and out of her sight. She still searched along the grass fields with the binoculars, but from her spot on the tree it wasn't of much use. She'd have to get a slower pet. Maybe a turtle.
The truck rattled it's way over the misshaped dirt path, still covered in puddles from the rain. A landslide had blocked the shortcut to the road, but the driver didn't even consider crossing it. His intentions were decidedly less innocent.
Out of whatever the flowers intended to mean, she could only see the clear threat; with the blood tainted color and the sharp thorns they were surely the worst gift to receive.
"Brass," he pointed out, "is the Victorian Era's omnipresent decorative metal. Composed of Cu and Zn, you know? Very cheap, for something so fancy looking."
His friend wasn't all too interested, but added, for the sake of small-talk: "Doesn't Zn rust like hell?"
"Hypothetically speaking, if there were a hell, there wouldn't be any rusting."
"Because of the fusion point?" he rolled his eyes at the failed joke."Just admit you forgot to review the oxidation parts and stop hypothesizing."
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