[ Ozpin doesn't sound happy, but Ford supposes that's to be expected. He can't really be worried about it, though, not when busy thinking about the fact that Ozpin's probably just going to get more and more unhappy as the conversation progresses. ]
I was passing by her house when she first arrived and explained a few things about Deerington and Sodder. That was near the beginning of the month.
I've seen her a few times since then. We only finally spoke again several days ago, when I noticed an odd tar-like substance near her house and decided to investigate.
[ He's pretty sure he knows what that 'tar' actually is, now. ]
[ Stanford is known to her, then. He was useful. This is genuinely more terrifying than if he were a minor nuisance; he suspects she cannot be bothered with nuisances. She can, however, be bothered with those who are useful. She keeps track of them. ]
Stanford, I— I sincerely hope I do not need to impress upon you how dangerous she is. Few people associated with me have seen her and lived.
[ Ford's tone is gentle but insistent. He hadn't known at the time, sure, and it's not like he doesn't know he can be a bit reckless (KEEPING YOU ALIVE AND HAPPY IS A FULL-TIME JOB, he suddenly remembers Bill saying, and then he shoves the thought away) but even he hadn't missed that Salem was someone he should take care around.
Of course, he had still approached her, just with slightly more caution than usual. He's certain Ozpin would have preferred for him to 'take care' by avoiding her entirely. Ford can at least start doing that part now. ]
If you walk past my house and continue for...
[ He drums his fingers for a moment. ]
Perhaps a quarter of a mile you'll pass by her house. The tar was there, and seemed to be leaking directly from the basement or foundation.
[ There is another exhale from Ozpin's end, but he relents. So there is only a quarter-mile of distance between the man he is seeing and a woman who would pull him to pieces for that crime. She would slaughter the whole of the Pines household if she thought Ozpin held any fondness for him. She descends upon his friends and allies with the attitude of an exterminator.
And she is clearly acting more quickly than he'd hoped. If there is Grimm tar seeping from the foundation of her home, what is she making? What has she done?
He realizes this information has come from Stanford, and a new concern arrives. In tones of strained patience: ]
That tar is the source of the Grimm. It is the spawning place of new monsters, at her will or simply by its nature. Should any living being interact with it, the substance is severely toxic.
[ There is a question he is very loudly not asking, here. ]
[ Ozpin issues his warning in that strained, patient, pointed tone of voice and Ford slides his gaze over to the trio of vials lined up on his workbench, each one filled with a viscous black liquid. ]
Ah-- of course. I'll take care to avoid contact with it.
[ He should probably get rid of it. Can Grimm spawn from such a small source? He doesn't think he wants to find out - not while it's in his basement, at least. ]
[ That's good enough for him. Ozpin has far too many other things to worry about now to trouble himself with what Stanford's already done, or was planning to do. He is too busy worrying that the man has spoken to her. Offered her information. They are neighbors.
And he shall have to do something about it. He knows this with heavy, terrible certainty. He is unlikely to survive, but his odds are better than most. And it is, in the end, his burden to bear. ]
Good. This is... [ He trails off, hanging silent a moment, then exhales a tiny sigh. When he speaks, there is resignation in it beneath the strain. ] I'm afraid her arrival as a Sleeper constitutes a worst-case scenario. Please stay as safe as you can.
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I was passing by her house when she first arrived and explained a few things about Deerington and Sodder. That was near the beginning of the month.
I've seen her a few times since then. We only finally spoke again several days ago, when I noticed an odd tar-like substance near her house and decided to investigate.
[ He's pretty sure he knows what that 'tar' actually is, now. ]
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You have spoken with her. More than once.
[ Stanford is known to her, then. He was useful. This is genuinely more terrifying than if he were a minor nuisance; he suspects she cannot be bothered with nuisances. She can, however, be bothered with those who are useful. She keeps track of them. ]
Stanford, I— I sincerely hope I do not need to impress upon you how dangerous she is. Few people associated with me have seen her and lived.
[ With a brittle note of urgency: ]
Where did you find the tar?
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[ Ford's tone is gentle but insistent. He hadn't known at the time, sure, and it's not like he doesn't know he can be a bit reckless (KEEPING YOU ALIVE AND HAPPY IS A FULL-TIME JOB, he suddenly remembers Bill saying, and then he shoves the thought away) but even he hadn't missed that Salem was someone he should take care around.
Of course, he had still approached her, just with slightly more caution than usual. He's certain Ozpin would have preferred for him to 'take care' by avoiding her entirely. Ford can at least start doing that part now. ]
If you walk past my house and continue for...
[ He drums his fingers for a moment. ]
Perhaps a quarter of a mile you'll pass by her house. The tar was there, and seemed to be leaking directly from the basement or foundation.
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And she is clearly acting more quickly than he'd hoped. If there is Grimm tar seeping from the foundation of her home, what is she making? What has she done?
He realizes this information has come from Stanford, and a new concern arrives. In tones of strained patience: ]
That tar is the source of the Grimm. It is the spawning place of new monsters, at her will or simply by its nature. Should any living being interact with it, the substance is severely toxic.
[ There is a question he is very loudly not asking, here. ]
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Ah-- of course. I'll take care to avoid contact with it.
[ He should probably get rid of it. Can Grimm spawn from such a small source? He doesn't think he wants to find out - not while it's in his basement, at least. ]
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And he shall have to do something about it. He knows this with heavy, terrible certainty. He is unlikely to survive, but his odds are better than most. And it is, in the end, his burden to bear. ]
Good. This is... [ He trails off, hanging silent a moment, then exhales a tiny sigh. When he speaks, there is resignation in it beneath the strain. ] I'm afraid her arrival as a Sleeper constitutes a worst-case scenario. Please stay as safe as you can.