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[__unsunghero]

So half the ranch has been destroyed, and the idiots on board can't fix it by themselves, and I need to recruit some inferio- I mean, some help...

*trying to ignore the situation, because his stress level is WAY TOO HIGH already*

*drinking some whiskey he had stashed away in his desk*

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[forcy_chan]

Is there... anything I could do to help? *concerned*

[__unsunghero]

Not unless you feel like helping Davidson or whatever his name was with re-building.

...Actually, no, you're not quite... fit... for that kind of work.

Uh... *thinks of something he could do*

[forcy_chan]

.......

'Not... fit?' *sweatdrops*

[__unsunghero]

What?

.....All right, you're too clumsy, okay? You'd end up nailing some body part to the wall, knowing you.

[ddr_sacrifice]

Um... *notices that door is destroyed, so walks on in* Lord Forcystus? Is there anything I can do? Please... There must be something...

[__unsunghero]

*looks up, and silently curses because there's two Aishas and he doesn't know which one to look at, so he settles on the happy medium*

Ah, it's you... How would you like to attempt recruiting help?

[ddr_sacrifice]

Allright! Where... should I start? While I'm out, should I get some building materials?

[__unsunghero]

Yes, yes. Go ask Davidson what he needs, here's the gald. That should cover it. *hands her a rather large pouch of money*

...I suppose in Iselia, or if you'd like, see if any of Lloyd and co. want to help, since it was his clone that did the damage.