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Well, that was bizarre; well besides the whole cultist burglary thing there was too much to wrap your head around. The house was a wreck, some... 'thing' had appeared with three faces, some of his siblings ran off as though they had upped and vanished- that was HIS power, not theirs. So where did they go? To top it all off, however; Alexander, the [i]other[/i] Alexander, had plunged his hand into the depths of the dead and pulled up the spirit of daddy dearest, skin and all but little else apart from that. Seeing his father and all his manhood was definitely something to talk to in therapy about, just thinking of the possible mental scarring that Junior could have picked up was a tale all in itself. But that's not now that's not the present, where they were just attacked, the present where they needed answers and whatever else their deceased father could pass along. So when instead [i]he[/i] was the one asking questions, saying that he knew very little and couldn't offer up much, Junior finally spoke up.

[quote]"... Have you encountered a man named Thorton Walters at all?"[/quote]

[color=cc1b1e]"Sorry me father,"[/color] Junior's clothes were in tatters from all the flying debris and floods of water that had flown through the air moments ago. His dishevelled look was quite surprising, even to him, since he had been invisible and hiding for most of the duration. [color=cc1b1e]"It would be faster if you just tell us about him. Instead of asking what we know? That's why we've gone further with this 'expert' than his copy."[/color] he looked to Justin, recognizing he was managing to speed up this discussion quite a bit.