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| For those of you who knew her, Cheria Barnes has returned home. Pascal and I are the only ones left from our world now...
[There's a good, lengthy pause as Hubert debates on saying more, but whatever he's thinking just happens to be a pile of negative things and upset-driven notions that he feels like he shouldn't bother sharing.]
If anyone has a burning need to bother me I'll be at work at my usual post.
[And that's the end of the broadcast, but true to his word he can be found in the amusement park, if anyone actually does go looking for him.] | |
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| It has been a year since I arrived in Vatheon. A longer time than I was ever truly alive in the Junkyard or in the real world, and more than a year since gaining the Atma. Yet Nirvana seems to remain beyond our reach.
[When Gale speaks again, after a short pause, he sounds more thoughtful.]
At what cost should one give up their emotions?
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| [You know, when being chased by oozing mutants down an alley while carrying a small child you really don't expect to turn a corner and find yourself soaking wet and chilling near a giant piece of coral.
When Simon turns on the SFC, he's already read through the pamphlet and tucked it into the pocket of his jacket. It provided him with some answers but not the one he wants to know: is Marceline here too?]
Hello? Ah, Vatheon? Is anyone even getting this? My name is Simon Petrikov and I need some help. Has anyone seen a little girl? Short, black hair? About seven years old? Please, she's sick and it's important I find her.
I'm using a starfish as a cell phone. Now I know I've completely lost my- oh bread balls.
[His beard is slowly freezing. Word to the wise: water, lower than normal core body temperature and ice powers do not mix well.] | |
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