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[It is late evening. The recording begins, but little can be seen except the silhouettes of corn stalks and red twilight behind them. The corn stalks rustle and sway when the wind blows.

Then come footsteps, clicky-clocky, crunching along in the dirt between the rows. And by the sound of them, one has to wonder if anything will grow where those feet fall. The corn stalks glide past. Even-metered, the footsteps count out a rhythm, as they always do.

Then comes a man's voice, singing low and dark:]

...hunted like a crocodile...ravaged in the corn...

[Crunching footsteps...

Crunching footsteps...

Crunching footsteps...

The voice again, low and dark:]

"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."

[Crunching footsteps...

Crunching footsteps...

Crunching footsteps...

Then, low and dark as the singing, the song is picked up with whistling. Low and dark, low and dark. The corn stalks glide past, silhouetted against a red twilight.]
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[ooc: Canon references, for those who want them. And if you would like to encounter someone who may or may not actually be He Who Walks Behind the Rows (no, really: the jury's kind of still out on this one), please feel free. Just expect creepy creeping.]

Comments

[valentineluke]

[Luke's one of the things lurking in the night, of course he'll whistle.

Below in the tunnel, he senses approaching presence. Whether it's the spreading fog of magic over the City or a masking of themselves, Luke can't identify who/what (now dubbed) 'Whistler' is. No visual either since corn blockade is too thick to see thru. Scent? - working on it. Voice? Unfamiliar.]

[Calls to Whistler.] Please, go on. Like to hear the full song.

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[A low, throaty laugh--as much near on to growl as to laugh, but unmistakably a laugh all the same.]

[valentineluke]

[Replies with one of his own. Starts human and ends bemused big cat.]

Member of the visiting coven?

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[With a smile to the voice:]

And what if I am?

[valentineluke]

Place could use some new blood.

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I'm afraid I'm far too old to be new blood.

[valentineluke]

Not too old for shaking things up a bit?

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Perhaps not.

[valentineluke]

Stay here awhile, if possible.

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We'll see, we'll see.

There'll be water in the desert, if God wills it.