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| [ Shortly after Mithos's (rather one-sided) "fight" against Zelos, Mithos hadn't been seen again for almost a month. That's a long time for almost anyone else, but for someone immortal, it might as well be one day. Finally, however, Mithos' frequency begins picking up signals on the starfish, obviously coming from his room, but it's just... pointing at the ceiling, as if it was left on accidentally. Occasionally, the sound of something 'knocking' can be heard, but it's otherwise really quiet. If you're staring at the screen though, you might notice a flash of blonde hair every now and then. He's obviously in there... in case anyone wants to talk to him. Or force their way into his apartment to talk to him, as the case may be.
I'm looking at you, Kratos. ]( Private to Colette ) | |
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| [Vegeta looks rather smug as he turns on his SFC. After the conversation with Sophie about Hubert's balls, he'd done a little poking around - and sure enough, there are people in this city that can heal like it's magic. Obviously, this means he needs to get his tail restored.]
I have heard that there are people capable of healing with magic in this city. Is there anyone who would be able to restore a limb? Contact me if so. | |
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| [Alister seems to be on the move today, for one reason or another. Granted, he's using the crutch less and less, but without his wrench in prime condition, he doesn't have much else to lean on as he moves. His injuries even look a little better as he addresses the feed, small white strands of fur peeking out where the skin had once been torn and bare.]
Upon the past couple of months, I had been doing some thinking.
[He sounds hesitant, but the General continues on anyway.]
...no. The past few days. I'm not able to learn much about the city by sitting alone in a pile of waste. Books hold knowledge, but experience holds more than what can ever be written on paper. Several of you have this, and are more than willing to share if we're all going to survive being trapped here.
[The Elder is upon one of the rooftops now, slowly setting himself down to catch his breath. That... may have been a little too much movement than he had been ready for, but he's not about to let his weakness get him down.]
So I say, from today on, I'm prepared to leave the junkyard behind. If I'm left wandering, well... I'm moving. That's all that matters. | |
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