[ Gabe's tone is very soft and very even. He holds himself stock still, not caring that it makes him look like a threat. He remembers the cuffs in his pocket and calculates how quickly he can reach for them, how quickly he can turn them into knuckledusters.
Earth is dead. Earth died a long time ago and only the most desperate of the bone hunters go down to scavenge the corpse. ]</small.
Echo's out in the boonies, but it's not a fucking ghost story.
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[ Gabe's tone is very soft and very even. He holds himself stock still, not caring that it makes him look like a threat. He remembers the cuffs in his pocket and calculates how quickly he can reach for them, how quickly he can turn them into knuckledusters.
Earth is dead. Earth died a long time ago and only the most desperate of the bone hunters go down to scavenge the corpse. ]</small. Echo's out in the boonies, but it's not a fucking ghost story.