[audio/video/text: open]

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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.

Comments

[unrecovered]

[He knows that sound- he knows that sound- but the Meta is dead and the Nightmare version is dead but really when has that ever stopped this place from throwing dead allies in his face-]

[And he'd introduced himself as Maine. And Sigma wasn't doing the talking. That...that said quite a bit, actually.]

[And if all else failed...well, Luna was disappointed she'd missed out on the fight with the Meta. If things went south, Wash knew she'd back him up here.]

Maine?

[text]

[too_high]

[Wash, what? He just said that. Was he having trouble reading? Maybe he lost an eye like York. Maine lost track of him after they all fell off the skyscraper.]

???

[what do you want cockbite]

[unrecovered]

[Nah, he didn't lose an eye; just his mind. Well that was helpful. He's still going to tread carefully, just in case, but...man, he really hates how badly this place fucks with him sometimes.]

Have you talked to the Moogles yet? They have a pretty good handle on the situation.

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YEAH

[He didn't shoot any of them. Aren't you proud?]

GOT THIS THING

[He switches to video for a moment to pan down and show off the eager priklemaine at his feet, before flipping the communicator around and switching back to text.]

ALLY?

[unrecovered]

[Yes, actually. You're the exception to the rule.]

Yeah. That's a Pricklemane - a kind of Dream Eater, a Spirit. They're good in combat. Watch out for the Nightmares, though - they'll attack on sight.

Where are you?

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MAIN STREET?

[He thinks? Whatever the main drag is.]

[unrecovered]

[That is entirely unhelpful.]

Hit the camera and pan. I'll come find you.

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[He does. He hasn't moved far from where he came out, and the corner of the feed catches an eager and noisy pricklemaine.]

[unrecovered]

Got it. I'll be there in a few minutes.

[And off he goes.]