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[theyregooddogs]

Uh, thanks for—Talking to me.

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[insurgeont]

It was a reasonable request.

[ So he's not sure why Will's thanking him for it??? Humans are weird. ]

[theyregooddogs]

[they are, this one refuses to make eye contact and his speech is measured]

Sorry, it's an old habit. I only have a few questions. Did you ever talk with Sigma?

[insurgeont]

[ By contrast, Ulaz has what is arguably a very unnerving stare. This is what happens when you don't have, y'know. Pupils and shit. ]

Only once and very briefly. It was immediately following Santa's execution. He needed help identifying the victim.

[theyregooddogs]

Did he have a reaction to Santa?

[insurgeont]

He was confused, unsure if he should recognize him or not. Understandable, given the circumstances.

[theyregooddogs]

Yeah.

I've heard what you did that night a few times. Anything to add to it?

[insurgeont]

No. I've made myself clear.

[theyregooddogs]

What about the first killing night?

[insurgeont]

I spent that night with Lux as well. We discovered the fish pond area in the greenhouse.

[theyregooddogs]

That was you two? Thanks.

Did you know anyone here from before?

[insurgeont]

No. I have met very few humans before and none of them are present.

[theyregooddogs]

Yeah, you're almost odd, ah, man out.

[insurgeont]

Yes. There is almost nothing we all have in common.

[theyregooddogs]

One last question, have you ever killed anyone before?

[insurgeont]

Yes. My people are a militant race, and I served for many decaphoebs.

[theyregooddogs]

[a good beat, trying to sort this out]

And is the rest of your race that, uh, ugly?

[insurgeont]

[ WELL. That. Sure wasn't a question he was expecting! For a brief moment, Ulaz's rigid, military bearing slips and the surprise shows on his face. But then it's right back to banal judgement. Why are all these humans so fucking rude, honestly!!! ]

I do not know enough about human standards of attractiveness to say. You will have to be more specific.

[theyregooddogs]

[immediately becoming small, eyes at his feet and tips of his ears red]

Sorry. —I'm sorry. I needed to test, uh, something for my profile, so I had to— Sorry.

[insurgeont]

[ What a sudden, bizarre shift, why--oh. Ulaz gets it. ]

You should not deliberately provoke people if you are not prepared to deal with the consequences.

[theyregooddogs]

I was prepared. Doesn't mean I meant it or don't feel bad about it.

[insurgeont]

[ Humans are so weird!!! ]

Were there any more questions?

[theyregooddogs]

No. Did you have any for me?

[insurgeont]

[ Well, if Will is offering, then sure. Ulaz pulls out a notebook. Let's see.... ]

Do you have any previous acquaintances here?

[theyregooddogs]

No, none. Thankfully.

[insurgeont]

Where are you from?

[theyregooddogs]

That's complicated. Short answer, Earth? Long answer . . . Let's say the United States?

[insurgeont]

[ Good enough for Ulaz, tbh. ]

What is your profession?

[theyregooddogs]

I retired early. I was a detective, teacher, and special agent before. Uh, the agent was for the national police.

[insurgeont]

And what do you make of our situation?

[theyregooddogs]

It's impossible? Doesn't hold any water anyway you look at it, even while we're in the middle of it.

[insurgeont]

It is happening, so it clearly must be possible. The raccoons possess power anything I have ever seen before.

[theyregooddogs]

If it's even them. Kind of feels like someone else is behind the wheel with how elaborate it is.