9th Random Encounter

[animalhusbandry]

[Action; 1765 Beaver Street]

[It's been a few days since the event calmed down, and Red Mage has taken the day off work.  Why, you ask?  It's because his hard-earned regain has finally arrived in the mail, and he wants to spend the day playing with whatever it turns out to be.  Unable to contain his excitement at which of his amazing abilities or

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[Action; outside 1765 Beaver Street]

[inthenertz]

[Black Mage is walking down the street. He's walking his dead, burnt, electrecuted dog. By walking, I mean dragging it on a leash.

He spots RM. Leaving the dog to walk over and see what stupid this guy got himself into this time.]

Hey, moron, what are you..

[Then he sees it. That Datasphere.]

You looked into it didn't you?

[animalhusbandry]

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[inthenertz]

Why would they give you that of all things?

[Like RM being concious or responding is needed for BM to talk.]

You are just going to do something stupid with it and probably ruin all their plans, and mine.

That is, if that thing doesn't kill you first. I am not too sure it won't. I mean, I dream of stuff like that. It'd be like an early Christmas.

[animalhusbandry]

[If Red Mage's mind currently existed on this plane of reality, he'd probably be enthusiastically confirming everything Black Mage just said, especially the part about ruining peoples' plans. Ruining them like a fox.

But as it is, his consciousness is still trapped somewhere in the infinite expanse of pure information.]

phone

[notsaul]

... Okay, serious question: What the fuck is wrong with you, and can it be spread by blood.

phone

[animalhusbandry]

There's nothing wrong with me at all! Quite the contrary, actually - there is so much that is right with me.

[notsaul]

Do you even realize how fucked-up you sound right now.

The fuck do you even mean, "moves?"

[animalhusbandry]

Surely you're familiar with the term 'cheat codes.'

Action; Kleptomania ahoy!

[bitemescumbag]

Hey.

Those are my shoes.

...And that's my mailbox.

[animalhusbandry]

Are you sure you need them?

[bitemescumbag]

I like having shoes.

Now, the mailbox I won't miss too much. You can have that.

[animalhusbandry]

Well, I suppose that's a good compromise.

[He hands back the shoes, keeping the mailbox tucked under his arm.]

[dolosa]

I- In the game...?

[animalhusbandry]

Precisely.

[dolosa]

What do you mean by that?

[animalhusbandry]

What else would you call our current predicament?

[animalhusbandry]

I'm just borrowing it, that's all!

[animalhusbandry]

I need it to build a device.