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0.0.0.0 ♦ "MASON" | Heather

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0.0.0.0 ♦ STOCKE

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0.0.0.0 ♦ AOBA

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0.0.0.0 ♦ "JUSTINE"

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0.0.0.0 ♦ KILLUA

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0.0.0.0 ♦ ZOLF J. KIMBLEY

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0.0.0.0 ♦ "XANDER" | SANDRATH

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boss

[A very long pause - Stocke's reluctant to write the rest. It makes too final for his liking.]

i might need to skip out of town for some time
it's getting worse

['It' being... well, he doubts Greed hasn't noticed the way he'd started reacting to some of the Nest's residents: demons, gargoyles, Kimbley. The Sin himself. Flinching first, then tenseness, then a constantly-chained, inadvertent hatred which'd led to avoiding them... there's a reason Stocke's not doing this in person, and it's that he gets closer to snapping every moment he takes.]

[Unlike when he was a demon, a fight to take out his energy on probably isn't going to wind this down. Not until he figures out how to get rid of the parasite latched in him.]

[He figured this was going to come sooner or later. As predicted, the issue in Kulen decisively bit them in the ass and the timing couldn't have been more inconvenient. After all, everything had a price.]

[This just happens to be his.]

[Greed takes his time on the other side. With the fog creeping in and that settling itch clawing at his core, Stocke's absence is like a toothache. He doesn't like it, but there's little choice here. The parasite epidemic had taken a back seat and now, oh now, it's all coming to a head.]

[The Sin's teeth nip at the edge of a cigarette.] figure d sss much. dont thnkyu rllywnt to hrea frme so iwnnt bothr wit h the usull. nd bfre you ge t anhy wild ides

it tkkes a lot mor to offnd me, rmember?

tke the tunnls under the nest to th outsd oftown li's got a trck wait ing to tkye you to bavan

youll sty with hm just don t mkke thing difficult hmn ?

[Stocke won't - he never does. The Sin taps his claws along his keyboard, further delaying the message. It isn't until the cigarette completely ashes out that he finds himself again; the haze of fog lifting for one moment of clarity:]

your e still one of mine ykknow

ad all i ever wnte

[The message abruptly cuts. As if he sent it without realizing, as if there's a back-track between the strokes. Two minutes go by, five. Then:]

eh doesnt mtter

mak e sur youre bck once we gt thi s figur d out

[...]

appreciated
take care of yourself, boss

call me back if you need me
[He can't be around the Nest for long, maybe. But if they need help in Vandare - especially with the city breaking up, now - Stocke'd like to think he has willpower enough for it.]
doesn't matter how far i am or how long it takes
still one of yours
[Echoed. It's easy to avoid that flinch of hatred, over the network; without sight setting his parasite off Stocke thinks 'Greed,' not 'demon.']

woulnd hve it any othrr way

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<swordpacts> not long after all the city divided stuff

<avaricious> 1/? I'M SO SORRY

<avaricious> 2/3 | PRIVATE

<avaricious> 3/4 | PRIVATE I FUCKING LIED

<avaricious> 4/4 | PRIVATE DONE

<swordpacts> [1/3?] DON'T BE SORRY

<swordpacts> [2/3]

<swordpacts> [3/3]

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