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[daughterofthemark]

Hello! You have reached Arianna Wakasa of Caledonia. It seems I am unable to answer you at this time, for which I must sincerely apologize. If you would leave a message, however, I will contact you at the earliest opportu--BEEEEP

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[nojohnyouare]

I probably can't yell that much anyway. Strained vocal cords.

[daughterofthemark]

Perhaps I should be the one who does the yelling, then.

[nojohnyouare]

Probably. So acting like normal?

[daughterofthemark]

I suppose so. Though I don't believe I am *so* prone to shouting.

[nojohnyouare]

And you don't pick fights. No offence to him. I hope.

[daughterofthemark]

No, if anything I try to do the opposite. Which seems important of late.

[nojohnyouare]

Probably.

This next Fissure... A city that catches fire at night, they said. We'll need heat supplies. And I should probably leave Bear-san here. Because he's metal. Right?

[daughterofthemark]

Yes, it would seem best for Sir Bear-san to stay home. Though the fire would be dangerous for us, as well.

[nojohnyouare]

In the morning... Finding places to take shelter. And fireproof clothing. If some exists.