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Post by Loner。 on Aug 16, 2017 0:23:07 GMT
There was too much of the dust to be contained in a normal crevice, and with it a smell, a miasma like that of rotten flesh on a humid day. It continued to pour out of the hole as if pumped from a fog machine as the old man struggled to rise to his feet and reclaim his breathing. Yet somehow he managed to support himself long enough to reclaim his walking stick, and come to a stand.
He waved the metallic tool in front of Walsh. "Think the dusty bunners can do this?" The tip was missing and a large part of what remained looked like it had been melted under an insanely hot flame, and resembled bubbly lumps not the sleek narrow thing it had been before.
He brought out a cloth and began wedging it into the fissure in order to block up the smoke before more of it got out. of course there was no promise that that would do any good in the long run.
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Post by 0 on Aug 16, 2017 1:07:03 GMT
After he spoke, Walsh could have bit his tongue.
The dust continued to pour out like smoke from a fire, and his face wrinkled as the stench began to enter his nose.
He took a step back, the stench taking him enough by surprise that he didn't notice the man coughing and struggling on the ground.
When he did, Roginald was already up and at 'em, waving in his face the tool that he'd been using to poke into the crack.
He noticed that the tip of the object appeared different, bumpy and curled, bits of it still glowing as though red-hot.
Unable to wrap his mind around what was being shown to him, Walsh muttered as he thought, "A basement fireplace?"
He didn't know of any underground structures in this park, not that he should.
He eyed the cloth as it was stuffed in, wondering if it would just end up burning in whatever flames had charred the tool.
Regardless, he couldn't help but wonder what the point of showing this to him was, and so voiced his misgivings.
"What does this have to do with the black rain?"
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Post by Loner。 on Aug 17, 2017 21:23:10 GMT
"does this place look like there should be something hotter than an oven this close to the surface?" The old man asked somewhat rhetorically. The answer he hoped was obvious considering there were no houses near enough to host such a furnace, and if there were, it would not be up to building code to be so easy to access the heat. Plus someone should have noticed if there was something dead around.
Roginald further brandished the misshapen tool, in front of Walsh's nose. "I wouldn't let it fly if I were you. never know what might happen." The old man grinned broadly, excited by such a thought as the unpredictable unknown.
As for the rain, well, this hadn't been about the rain in an obviously direct way. "This hole leads someplace that doesn't make easy sense does it not?" He asked as he'd just tried to make that as obvious as he could.It was meant to be proof of other planes not of something specifically regarding the rain. "this rain comes from a place that doesn't follow our physics rules either. I'm 99 percent all the way sure."
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Post by 0 on Aug 17, 2017 21:39:26 GMT
Walsh went cross-eyed as he glared at the tool being brandished so close to his nose again; he lifted one hand to push it away from his face, careful not to touch any part that had been burned.
What he said was true though; even if it was some fire in an underground room (which should have been filled with smoke, by the looks of it), the little hole at surface level should be nowhere near hot enough to melt the metal object.
But he honestly couldn't imagine where else the fire, if that even what it was, would be coming from -- there was nothing on the other side of the wall, which left only the ground beneath his feet.
"Let what fly?" Walsh asked, continually perplexed the more the researcher tried to explain it to him.
His eyes went to the hole again, where the cloth seemed to be doing fine at plugging it up.
"It is a head-scratcher...," he agreed in a quiet mumble, trying to figure out how he was supposed to handle this.
Didn't follow their physics...it had to be something supernatural, then.
What poor mutated human was causing this?
How would he find it to put a stop to it?
At a loss and starting to lose his patience, he put one hand on his hip and, gesturing with the other, said to Roginald, "So, you have no idea where the rain is actually coming from?
You're just guessing."
And wasting my time, he added silently.
It seemed to him that his lead was turning out to be a dead dud.
Why else would the old man bother showing him something that had nothing to do with the rain, save to prove his own theory to a stranger who couldn't even wrap his head around it?
Walsh's brow furrowed deeply while his frown lengthened.
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Post by Loner。 on Aug 19, 2017 5:12:04 GMT
"Not just guessing, It's coming from another plane, But I don't think you could wrap your head around all the means I figure that out." Roginald answered. He could give the experiment perimeters to another researcher if they wanted to compare and see why he came to his conclusions. Yet if he seemed mad already, He'd probably seem more crazy trying to tell the evidence to a grunt-enforcer like Walsh.
He kept an eye on the crack watching as the stopgap keeping the smoke in began to smoke itself, barely noticeable. It had probably gotten too close to the thing that had ruined the tool Roginald had used as a probe.
"If you want some exact location, You can bet as soon as the researches in the capital think they've found where its from, they will rush out to study it, contain it, maybe even use it. That won't go unnoticed, not by the scientific community." Even if the government treated it as top secret there were ways to find out some stuff.
"This on the other hand..." He gestured to the little crack which he continued to watch, "Its a breeding ground for something interesting to happen." He had a guess as to where this tiny fissure of a rift actually might lead based on what had happened with the ruined tool he had used to prod the space. Things could get interesting with this space he was sure.
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Post by 0 on Aug 19, 2017 7:17:40 GMT
Walsh eyed the man as he continued to talk, his gaze glancing between the elder and the cloth in the hole.
He noticed the thin trail of smoke as it began to leak out from behind the cloth.
He sighed, easily shrugging off what could have been taken as an insult.
He knew it was true; there was no way he'd be able to understand the research anymore should he began to talk in science babble.
An eyebrow raised as he mentioned the researches in the capital.
Yes, they would likely do that, and it seemed to him as though the independent researcher didn't wish for this to occur.
How he phrased the sentence...did he know the "exact location", but was unwilling to give it to the officer who would no doubt report it?
He'd already shown the officer this weird smoking crack in a wall, and now he seemed to be suggesting that he intended to do something with that as well.
Walsh turned to the old man, his face hard.
The stranger had been stretching his luck to the limit, and he couldn't turn a blind eye to it any longer.
"Mister Stewart," he said, "if you know PRECISELY where the rain is coming from, then I suggest that you tell it to me now.
You've given me more than enough reason to take you down to the station for questioning."
Although he had framed it as a threat in an attempt to garner just that bit more help or information, it was more of a warning than anything else; Walsh was likely going to have to bring the old man in anyways, but if the stranger at least lended his assistance and knowledge, then things might go a little smoother for both parties.
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Post by Loner。 on Aug 19, 2017 23:55:20 GMT
"Precise location, of course not." The old man answered shrugging off the threatening words as if they were water off a duck's back. "It's not like here's a hole lets plug it." He added gesturing towards the minuscule rift as an example of something that could possibly be plugged up permanently if one had the right technology or magical tools. "It's a unnatural phenomenon," He spoke more about the rain, knowing at least that there was no cause based on living flesh and blood. "happening on such a wide spread scale at such a molecular level that the black rain comes from anywhere and nowhere at once."
The old man rubbed his hands together, one over the other which held him up on his walking stick. "Plus I told you its from another plane. Its not like I have many tools to research that to give you the name of the plane yet." He'd need a better lab.
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Post by 0 on Aug 20, 2017 2:11:44 GMT
So much for that.
Walsh turned his eyes away from the old man and rubbed his nose with an exasperated sigh.
At least he knew enough now to write a substantial report, assuming the man's word was even trustworthy.
It would appear as though this was nothing that he could deal with, but the guys back in central could.
They might find the information useful, or it just might be a useless repeat of what they already knew.
Whatever the case, Walsh decided his job was done here.
There was nothing more for it, so he might as well head back to the station and turn in the paperwork.
Before he left, Walsh turned to the old man one last time.
"May I see your ID, sir?" he said.
As he saw it, there was really no reason to drag him down to the station at this very moment; let the chief decide on that matter.
All he needed was the identification to confirm that "Roginald Stewart" wasn't some fake identity, and he could return to HQ.
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Post by Loner。 on Aug 20, 2017 23:14:45 GMT
The gnarled man fished in a pocket deep within the inside of his coat, bringing out a card to hand to Walsh. He offered the card to the younger man shaking slightly on his walking stick for a moment.
The id was alright. Name, birthdate, id number, location of issue, and government watermark were all there. It showed a man with a few more teeth a few less grey hairs, and way fewer wrinkles, in clean normal clothes, a picture from many years ago. It was dated due for renewal as of about a decade ago.
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Post by 0 on Aug 20, 2017 23:32:37 GMT
Taking the ID in hand, Walsh slid up the sleeve on one of his wrists and aimed the minuscule camera of his wristwatch at it.
There was no flash or click, and other than a finger tapping at the watch's screen there was nothing signifying that he had done that.
After the photograph was taken, he lowered that hand, letting the sleeve fall back into place, and examined the identification himself.
Everything seemed to be order, until his eyes slipped over the picture itself, leading him to glance at the expiration date.
He brought out a pad to write the old man a ticket, and when he handed the ID back, the ticket was given with it.
Walsh nodded to the man as he turned away, wishing him a good day as he began the walk back to where his patrol vehicle was parked.
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Post by Loner。 on Aug 22, 2017 16:29:58 GMT
Well it seemed like there was going to be less drama than Roginald had expected. Only a ticket for what was a 10 year violation? well good. He didn't expect his poor bones could handle much more running around. The old man clicked his tongue, calling his monkey back to him, though the monkey did not come to his side right away, and began to slowly but surely drag himself step by step away from this scene.
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