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[theweakhavepurpose]

INBOX This is... this is Deputy Pratt of the Hope County sheriff's department... art credit code credit

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[unphase]

Nothing like missing limbs or anything, thank grife. But people came back unable to see or hear or speak. And they had to wait for the aliens to regain their strength to have those problems fixed, which apparently took a while.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Eugh. Okay that's awful. I'm not sure if being unable to see is any better than missing an arm. Especially in unfamiliar territory like here.

Man, that better not happen again.

[unphase]

Being blind around here would be pretty rough. You'd have to find someone you really trusted to guide you around. It would make getting dressed hard, making food hard, even eating food hard.

I hope it doesn't, but I don't know if it won't.

[theweakhavepurpose]

I'd probably accidentally walk into the ocean and drown.

[Or likely bash his head into a wall and then die of a concussion.]

We've got a small force of people willing to protect this place, so that's a start I guess. But it won't be enough if that's what happened last time.

We seriously need more guns.

[unphase]

You wouldn't. I'd keep an eye on you, make sure you were all right. You know, assuming I can keep an eye on you.

How would we get them?

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Pratt blinks, a little stunned. This whole conversation and everything he knows about her and he's still shocked when she shows the barest hint of caring about him.]

Thank you.

[And he's not going to follow it up with something about how he doesn't deserve it. So that's progress.]

I suppose we'll have to see if these false gods can get them for us. I'm not sure. I guess I can ask them.

[Talking to the gods more isn't exactly appealing - but he knows he should. Needs to stop isolating himself from everything.]

[unphase]

[well, she does care about him and she's not stopping any time soon. or ever, if she has any say in it]

You're welcome.

[yay, progress!]

I think that Rage can provide ammunition to people who have guns. She'd probably be the best bet to ask. She'd probably make us do something awful to get them, though.

[theweakhavepurpose]

I've done awful things in my life. I'm already damned. I guess I can take one for the team and try to get us some protection.

[His method of being selfless always involves some sort of harm to himself.]

[unphase]

You don't have to go it alone. I could help?

[she can't imagine it would be easy, performing a task for Rage, but she's willing to help him]

[theweakhavepurpose]

Let me see what Rage says first. Maybe it won't be too bad.

[yeah right.]

[unphase]

All right. But don't feel like you have to protect me from anything. I'm all grown up, I can take care of myself.

[she tries to sound and look convincing]

[theweakhavepurpose]

[He arches an eyebrow. Uh-huh. Sure.]

I'll let you know how it goes.

[He's not promising anything here.]

[unphase]

[she iiiiiiis. she is. darn it]

Okay. Keep me posted about everything.

[she tries for a stern look. it's likely unimpressive]

[theweakhavepurpose]

[He's seen baby deer that were more intimidating than she is.]

Will do.

[He gives a friendly salute before hanging up. Look at him all positive and such. With a purpose! He's doing so well.]

[unphase]

[he obviously hasn't seen her lose her temper]

Thanks!

[she's so proud of him!]