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[betheman]

✆CHANNEL FREQUENCY: 787.26696
DESCRIPTION: Gongenzaka will promptly answer the radio whenever he's called, which means it's super easy to take advantage of. Go on. Ask him if his fridge is running. He'll hate you forever but will remain unable to do anything about it.

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DESCRIPTION: Please put the mail IN the mailbox. All the way. No half-and-half-ing it. Mail should not go ON the box either. Nor under it. Nor beside it, however that works. IN. THE BOX.

Comments

[betheman]

Rather unfortunately...Little.

While I, the man Gongenzaka, assuredly take a steep portion of blame due to the fact that I did not recognize her-and thus repeatedly insisted she reveal her identity-when Lambert joined us, he immediately chose violent tactics...

...As such, most of our conversation was myself, attempting to keep her from crushing his throat before throwing him from the wall.

[b l u n t]

[chronosynthesis]

I... see. [A pause.] Well, can you think of anything notable about her behavior or what she said besides her identity?

[betheman]

She was far from pleased to be there in any way.

She wished things over with-this much, I, the man Gongenzaka, was certain. However...she did not seem especially pleased by the events of the concert as well-this I could tell before she sought it as an excuse to banish my presence.

[chronosynthesis]

[So Nightshade wasn't keen on what CY-Ren was doing, either. That helps, actually--it rules out an alliance.

It also indicates what she's doing is far grander than it seems if the Fae are occupied with it.]

It's something. You were not hurt yourself, were you?

[betheman]

Mnnh! I, the man Gongenzaka, am quite fine! Perhaps somewhat bruised, but that is the result of later battles, with those 'shadow beings'....

...I, the man Gongenzaka, also believe Lambert may have bled upon me, so truthfully, the most I shall require is a short shower later on... [his leaves are all sticky it sucks]