caughtinanetwork | ▽ 007

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▽ 007 - text

[He's been sticking to text often lately, hasn't he? Perhaps it's easier this way, keeping an indirect line of communication. He doesn't have to answer a billion questions about who or what he is, his business strictly business.]

Following the string of recent disappearances, I feel it necessary to inform you that Colonel Jade Curtiss has fallen comatose as well. I will log any communications for when he's conscious again.

[He wasn't a soldier anymore, he knew that. Nobody needed him, but he would still help in any manner he could.]

I want a status report of the city's state, now that the curse seems to have lifted. Who all is still here, still in one piece?

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They're not getting rid of me again that easily.

So it's happened once before, I presume.

What is gained from all of this? What is the purpose?

Two years ago, yeah. Go ask that Selphie chick--she remembers me from way back.

Fuck if I know.

Did you return with your memory intact?

_{[Cue deadpan.]}

No, I hit my head on the re-entry and lost all of it.

_{[He's bullshitting.]}

A simple 'yes' would have sufficed.

[Don't you cop that attitude with him mister hollow-person-guy.]

I'm everything but simple.

_{[He'll cop all the attitudes he wants okay]}

Either way, I dunno what they're tryin' to get outta all this.

We're all dragged here just to run around with our heads between our legs, apparently. It's a terrible existance, and at times, I can't wrap my own head around the idea of some calling this home.

It ain't that shitty all things considered, but I'm not 'bout to start calling it home.

_{[Even though his actual home is... way worse compared to here what with the lack of water and whatnot.

And the monsters trying to eat you.]}

I suppose it's preferable to the alternative.

[You know.

Being dead and stuff.]

But it's not home, no.

Depends on what that alternative is.

_{[He's been dead for a couple hundred years so he's good.]}

S'too wet and it's lacking a couple thousand miles of sand to be mine.

Lacking a functional, physical body to live in at all, for one.

And there's sand on the island, if you're so desperate.

Ch, it ain't that bad. I've had that for as long as I can remember as far as humans're concerned. I don't gotta eat, don't gotta sleep, the living in my world can't see me... Hell, I only eat when I feel like it now.

I never said I was homesick, old man. 'sides, I've already got a place up there.

...and how would you eat without a body?

[This is gonna get weird, isn't it.]

Hey, the dead gotta eat too.

Is this something I should be expecting upon my return?

Are you Hollow? No? There's your answer.

Ahh, such a shame. I would have enjoyed feasting upon the flesh of the damned for the rest of my days.

[Countering that attitude with sassimuth.]

Until something stronger decided to have you for lunch.

I never said anything 'bout eatin' the flesh either.

Call an old Lombax morbidly curious, then.

Souls. My kind eat the souls of the living and dead. The stronger ones end up going after their own kind if they're lucky enough to get that far without gettin' eaten themselves.