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Characters: Legion and Corruption
Date/Time: Noon, June 14th
Location: Outside In Tune Records, Columbus.
Rating: TBD, possibly R
Warnings: Language.
Summary: Max, on his way home, makes a new acquaintance.



The chaos inside Max called to him, as loudly as a dance club in the middle of the night. He gave a grin of anticipation as he approached the record store-- this was going to be fun.

His timing was perfect. He literally bumped into Max as he walked out of the record shop's door; Max's own backpack and the stranger's own bag went spilling to the sidewalk as they hit.
"Whoa! Hey! You okay, man?" the stranger asked Max, looking at him with concern. He was unremarkable-- hipster shaggy haircut, t-shirt from a 20-year-old children's show, ripped jeans; he looked like any one of the other record store customers.

He reached out a hand to hold Max's wrist, to steady him before he fell.

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"You do have people who'll look out for you," the stranger said. "People who'll protect you. But you'll need to go to them," he continued.
The stranger smiled. "In a way, you've met them already. Remember that mysterious email? Right now, the minds behind the words on the screen-- they're the people most like you."
He looked around, as if to make sure they were truly alone, before leaning back toward Legion. "There's trouble coming, and you... well, none of you are going to want to be caught in the open when it breaks. What's coming, you can't handle it by yourselves." The stranger paused slightly, before adding "And they can't handle it without you, either."

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Max thought for a moment, shaking his head as his strings were pulled. How were they supposed to come to a consensus on anything this...big and incoherent? He turned, and murmured quietly to himself, the edge of his thumbnail still caught between his teeth, a wary eye cast towards the man next to him, assuming he was staring.

When he finally got himself situated, he cleared his throat, and straightened his shirt. "Why should we care about them? Furthermore, what exactly is it you're trying to get us to do? Talk to someone?" he questioned.

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"Among other things," he said. "And you should care because very, very soon, they'll be the only ones who won't be howling for your blood and soul."
The stranger took a lazy half-step back. "You don't even need to travel anywhere just yet. Go back to the computer. Get to know the people you talk to there. Because all of them are going to have to work together with all of you to get through what's coming next."