It's a Sad, Sad Situation...

[ooeeooahah]

Thursday morning, phone, filtered from drones:

[ Ilsa's voice is tight, and quiet. ]

For those that knew him, BLU Pyro is... he's droned. His things are gone, so it seems it might be...

[ She sighs, and after a moment, continues. ]

He's gone.

Comments

[bye_to_yer_head]

You mean loike permanently?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Guess it's always good t' have marketable skills that aren't gonna land you in jail.

*Unlike him.*

[ooeeooahah]

There's lots of skills that have multiple applications. Sometimes it just takes a bit of study to find the ones that work.

[bye_to_yer_head]

That's awfully optimistic 'f you.

[ooeeooahah]

I have to be optimistic. Otherwise I might just not care about anything.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Hn. Never thought of it loike that. Been a pessimist fer so long I barely even notice it anymore.

[ooeeooahah]

Are you the sort of person to think of the glass as poison, or just half-empty?

[bye_to_yer_head]

That would depend on who gave it to me.

[ooeeooahah]

Okay, conditional caution is a good survival trait.

[bye_to_yer_head]

I make a job of survivin'. But I'm sure there's always people out there with an even worse outlook. I'd hate t' meet 'em, but I bet they exist.

[ooeeooahah]

They do exist. Usually not long, unless they're medicated properly.

[bye_to_yer_head]

.. I .. guess?

[ooeeooahah]

Don't worry about it, something I had to deal with in school.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Yer a doctor?

[ooeeooahah]

Yeah, one of my scholarships was from the Wounded Warrior project, so I've worked with veterans before.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Ah.

Well. Good luck t' you with th' whole drone thing. I'll see if I can trap him in th' bar or tie him to a fence or somethin' to keep him from annoyin' you too bad.