Hello, everyone. So. I haven't been updating my fics on here because of reasons (they're lame reasons, don't worry about it) for the past six months, but I'm going to try and catch up with everything. I won't be able to do it all at once, but I'll be doing my best. To see all the chapters I've added to multichapter fics, just keep going until you don't see this message at the top of the chapter anymore. Sorry about this!
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"Alright," said Walker, "what do you have to say for yourself?"
"What do I have to say for myself?" repeated Ghost Writer, incensed. "What do you have to say for yourself? You're acting like I started this! He's the one who destroyed my poem! And then mocked it!"
"Uh huh," said Walker. "And?"
"And what? Destroying other people's things is a violation of the truce, too, isn't it?"
"Phantom didn't know about the truce until you dropped him on our party. He still breathes, Ghost Writer. He's so fresh you can smell the blood on him. Didn't you notice?"
"That affectation? Please, I would have thought that at least you would do your research. Phantom has been harassing people for at least two centuries, if not longer."
Walker put down the file folder he'd been idly flipping through. "What in tarnation are you talking about?"
"Don't go all western on me, Walker. He's littered throughout the historical record."
"I don't know anything about that, but I've met the punk's family. He's not a year dead yet."
"Impossible. There are paintings of him. There are photographs."
"Then it's either someone else or he time traveled."
"And got back here, assuming this is his original time? Impossible."
"Nah," said Walker, leaning back. "Just improbable. And I have read Sherlock. You've just gotta accept that you attacked a baby."
Ghost Writer scowled.