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[The feed switches on and cycles through mediums, from audio of something softly growling, to black and white armored hands, flash of a gold visor, and blue sky above as the device is fiddled with, and then settles on text. A couple moments pass before any words are entered.]

AGENT MAINE TO COMMAND. REQUESTING STATUS. UNKNOWN DEPLOYMENT. CLARIFY.

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THEATRE SHIT. FANCY ENGLISH.

[He can't really take it seriously.]

[ Really? Really, Washington?

She's paranoid, equal parts paralyzed and petrified, but she's certainly not blind.

..Though a part of her does appreciate the distinction being made, is distantly saddened by the necessity for such clarification, it does not stop the slight dip of her brows in the briefest flicker of anger, even as Carolina's eyes don't move from Maine. It'd be a mistake on her part to lower her guard, with memories at their most raw, and it's not entirely clear whether she's listening to what York has to say.

There's nothing pained about Maine's movements, beyond the telltale signs of a man who shouldn't be off of bedrest and back on duty without his doctor's approval. Lela had greeted him, had done so with her usual enthusiasm for all living souls, and suffered no harm from such innocent behaviour. And there is no flickering, burning effigy blighting the air over one shoulder, pulling strings on a puppet who now lacked a voice to give warning. ]

..Lela.

[ Her voice is quieter, but no less firm; stance and gun remain where they are. The pink frootz cat remains rather drooped, glancing worried at the other Persons in the square. But she doesn't wait too long; she's been called to heel, and with a flick of her tail she's sprinting back up the steps and stopping by her Person's feet.

(Wash certainly can't say discipline hasn't been improved on since the last time he and Carolina were in the same space together.)

When her person still doesn't do anything, one cream paw lifts, gently nudging her leg, just below the knee. Colour doesn't return, but the action seems to to stir something behind her closed expression.

Then, there's a short, sharp nod for the man in white armor, Carolina at her most business-like and perfunctory. Her arm drops, gun lowered but not yet stowed away as she spins on her heel to walk (not run, not yet, not when they might see) back the way she came, fretting Spirit right behind her.

Not the Meta. Just Maine.

That might be the worst news of all. ]

Oh...'tis traditional for those of high class to speak so!

[Okay actually she's pretty embarrassed that she still does that. But she must not show doubt!]

[Thankfully text doesn't translate sound ~~because his end is totally all text despite Mundane's mixup in the subject line above~~ because he snorts in amusement.]

HIGH CLASS. RIGHT. PRINCESS.

[Yes, Carolina, really. Somebody who plans on shooting first and asking questions never does not get the benefit of the doubt.]

[The explanation prevents anyone from getting killed, at least, but that solution opens up a whole new host of problems. So much for easing into an explanation. So much for finding Carolina first and warning her. So much for a lot of things.]

[The private channel to York opens again, because he has to vent somehow.]

Good luck.

[Yeah, you're still on the hook for interference. Wash isn't touching that one.]

[She can't hear that snort, but she's still not overly impressed with the text.]

That is generally the meaning of the term.

NOT USED TO ROYALTY.

[That's his excuse for ~~willingly~~ not following the protocol. So far there's nothing about her that really makes him inclined to take her seriously.]

I had gathered as much from the other Freelancers, yes.

[The growl made Namine a little hesitant. While she usually introduces herself to most everyone (because she generally checks most of the comm posts and it's only fair to let people know she's here if she's going to do that), growls aren't friendly. Then the text message arrives.]

Agent? Are you a friend of Wash's?

...Okay so there are probably a few things we should have explained.

[Thanks a lot for putting him on this, Wash.]

So. Uh. Where should we even start.

[Telling Maine his whole history, especially considering what the guy just went through would be...not on. Not that Maine couldn't handle it, but that's a lot of shit to drop on anyone.]

[As soon as Carolina is out of sight, Maine leans over towards Washington with a low, displeased growl. Won the war? At a pretty fucking high cost, it seemed. He crossed his arms and eased back as York spoke, although it was clear the incident had made him leery of anything these guys had to say now.]

[Definitely doesn't sound like a lot of people here are a fan of the growl.]

YEAH

[Though for how long is questionable, given the current disaster of a conversation.]

GOTTA DO SHIT TO GET SHIT IN FREELANCER.

[Yeah this is his little screw you to monarchy. He's going to be in for quite a surprise when he finds out what Luna is capable of.]

Art thou implying that we did not earn our title?

[That would be the sky quickly darkening on her end, and in the general area of the city she's in.]

[Okay, that's interesting.]

[And also he's not seeing it on his end, so no he's not really going to make any attempt to placate her.]

MEANING OF 'MONARCHY'

[Yes that's exactly what he's implying.]

We took our thrones in battle from the tyrant Discord, and struck him down into the stone! If your human rulers are corrupt fools, that is no fault of mine!

[Thunder and lightning! Everyone in town now knows that somewhere, someone has pissed Luna off.]

And Equestria is a diarchy!

[Maine can't help chuffing in amusement to himself. Watching her get all riled up was ... kind of fun.]

MY MISTAKE

[He meant good luck with Carolina, but he's okay with this particular turn of events.]

[It's all Wash can do not to jump out of his skin at that growl. It's hard to get used to Maine when his reactions are still fine-tuned to Meta.]

Hey, I told you why people aren't happy.

[Sadly, it's subject to misunderstanding on the part of many.]

Okay, have you found him yet? He can probably help show you around.

[Give her a moment, she's still getting caught up on the earlier conversations.

FOUND HIM.

[Not too happy with him, either.] YORK & CAROLINA TOO. YOU A FRIEND?

[Give her a moment, she's starting to catch on to this.]

I'm friends with Wash and, I think, York. Carolina I don't know as well.

My name is Namine.

EVERYONE'S FRIENDS WITH YORK.

[If you think you are, he's guessing you are. OF the Freelancers, Maine saw York and North as being the most affable and gets-along-with-everyone types.]

[York glanced at Wash, frowning. Had Wash meant Maine or Carolina? Oh well, they were into this now.]

We should probably just explain, Wash.

[Maine doesn't budge, besides looking from one to the other and giving a long, low rumble. Someone had better explain something that would attribute to Carolina's behavoir because that wasn't normal from his point of view.]

[To help matters along, Mace eases himself out from behind Maine's legs and growls and paws at Washington's feet.]

[There will eventually come a day when Wash can stop rehashing all the awful shit in his life for the edification of others. Today is not that day. He bites back a sigh and tries to keep his voice even.]

Look, the Project...didn't end well. For anyone. Carolina...still hasn't dealt with some of that yet. [For reasons that are not actually his to divulge.]

[Melody snarls and whacks Mace one right across the nose. You do not get aggressive at her person. ]

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