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Jun. 5th, 2021 06:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
somebadnewsLet's break it down, shall we? [ Starting in the middle of his thought? You bet. Keep up. ] It's been over two months. 63 days, give or take, since the original escape. So far that's taken us about an hour's walking distance from where we started, earned us just enough coin to keep us afloat, and possibly helped inspire the uprising of a previously defeated undead warlord to rival the one we were already dealing with.
[ It's also been two months before someone finally figured out how to change his username. Not that it was ever important, until it is. Call it a signal to the rest of his siblings, wherever they are. (Two months and he's still grasping at straws. It's embarrassing. Anyway.) ]
We numbered around 15 of us back then. And it's been 41 days since the rescue on the ship where we picked up another dozen or so. Less than a month since we set up at the farm and now all of a sudden they're trickling in one by one. I'm assuming a few wandered off on their own, so how many does that make us now? -- This isn't a social call, just the number is fine.
[ Sigh. This is the part where he's going to engage, and he's already tired. ]
The point being that there's enough of us that it's hard to tell when someone goes missing. If you're going to engage with the fanatics, you're asking for what's coming to you. [ But. ] In the event that you do find out something worthwhile... maybe it's time we had that meeting.
[ The one they kept talking about, and never did anything about. In person, like the good old days, and yes this is him proposing it. He's not promising to share all he knows, but he's definitely not going to subject himself to some mystic tree after he's already dealt with those nut jobs. He's kind of expecting a few of them to join the cult at this point. ]
In the meantime, if you want to actually be useful, I could use a hand transporting a few things from the citadel. We should get moving.
[ A pause. In case you didn't figure out who this was already since he's being so calm today: ]
Oh, and be mindful of my sister. I'll take exception if you don't.
[ It's also been two months before someone finally figured out how to change his username. Not that it was ever important, until it is. Call it a signal to the rest of his siblings, wherever they are. (Two months and he's still grasping at straws. It's embarrassing. Anyway.) ]
We numbered around 15 of us back then. And it's been 41 days since the rescue on the ship where we picked up another dozen or so. Less than a month since we set up at the farm and now all of a sudden they're trickling in one by one. I'm assuming a few wandered off on their own, so how many does that make us now? -- This isn't a social call, just the number is fine.
[ Sigh. This is the part where he's going to engage, and he's already tired. ]
The point being that there's enough of us that it's hard to tell when someone goes missing. If you're going to engage with the fanatics, you're asking for what's coming to you. [ But. ] In the event that you do find out something worthwhile... maybe it's time we had that meeting.
[ The one they kept talking about, and never did anything about. In person, like the good old days, and yes this is him proposing it. He's not promising to share all he knows, but he's definitely not going to subject himself to some mystic tree after he's already dealt with those nut jobs. He's kind of expecting a few of them to join the cult at this point. ]
In the meantime, if you want to actually be useful, I could use a hand transporting a few things from the citadel. We should get moving.
[ A pause. In case you didn't figure out who this was already since he's being so calm today: ]
Oh, and be mindful of my sister. I'll take exception if you don't.