IC Inbox for Hadriel

[leashed]

This is Lieutenant Hart.

Leave a message and I'll respond as soon as I can.

Thank you.

Comments

[Text]

[mismanagement]

Stand down from your assignment. Then report to me.

[Text]

[leashed]

I saw the post.

I'll be at the HQ momentarily.

[Text]

[mismanagement]

Understood. I will meet you there.

[Action]

[mismanagement]

[Enough time has passed for Maketh to reflect on what was done and her actions therein. What choices were made and which were ignored.

She said things she shouldn't have, in the heat of it. Caught up too much in a memory.

Eventually there must be a reckoning.

So she goes to find Rome. She doesn't contact him ahead of time, just knocks on his door and stands there waiting, uniform in perfect order.]

[Action]

[leashed]

[Rome hears the knock, but it takes him some time to answer- a minute or two goes by before he finally appears at the door, opening it a little too quickly because he knows he made whoever it is wait.]

Can I-

[-help you, he's about to say politely, before seeing who it is and stopping abruptly. Rome is somewhat roughly dressed (compared to the norm, at least) and while he looks presentable, his jacket is open and unzipped, dogtags underneath his shirt like he threw it on in a hurry, his feet bare against the wood flooring.

It's a bit of a stark reversal from their first meeting, but he doesn't think about that. All he really thinks about is that Maketh is at his door- and after their last meeting, that doesn't seem like a good thing.

His eyes lower toward the ground as he takes a small step back, opening the door a little further in case she'd like to come in.]

-ma'am.

[mismanagement]

[It's clear that she's caught him off guard. In another moment she might have relished that, pushed even harder to gain the upper hand. But that's not the point of this, it won't help.

She takes a breath. Steps inside. Back perfectly straight.]

I hoped we could talk.

[text]

[danseur]

[ the text is literally coming from within the house. probably while they are both there. ]

u need a better pillow.

[text]

[leashed]

[Rome stares at it for a moment and considers just walking over to talk to him, but thinks better of it- this is Morgan he's dealing with, after all.]

My current one is fine.

[text]

[danseur]

false

it is way too lumpy

text

[danseur]

found another wolf in the city.

text

[leashed]

Yes, there is currently a wolf in the city belonging to Chris.

I don't think that they make very safe pets.

text - backdated to the 29th

[danseur]

kyna hit me with a paintball. :(

but i got a sweet leather jacket. :)

text

[leashed]

You were eliminated by Kyna?

[voice]

[circumitus]

[Backdated to the 10th, not long after this and this:]

Hey.

We haven't spoken that much, but we need to talk now. Important.

[voice]

[leashed]

Of course.

[The answer is quick, immediate.]

What is it?

1 out of... too many, probs. LET'S JUST SAY THESE ARE SCATTERED OVER THE TIME ROME'S DEAD

[evocation]

rome, are you there? are you back yet?

[evocation]

okay, it's day two or something. tell me when you get this?

[evocation]

i swear to god, if hope got fucked up enough to not bring people back, i'm going to kick his ass even more.
i'm sorry i screwed up and you had to save me. please come back.

OKAY LAST ONE

[evocation]

hey
i died but i got better.
or something.
mostly.
please be okay.

[evocation]

hey quick question
but it's super important.
are there furries where you're from?

[leashed]

Are there... what?

[Kyna, no]

text

[evocation]

hey
so you've got like
crazy combat training right?
can you hit me in the head the right way so i forget the last
idk
day?

text

[leashed]

That is actually extremely dangerous and can lead to severe head trauma.

What's wrong, Kyna?

[audio, early May]

[synthedick]

Rome, it's Nick. Change in orders. No need to keep an eye on the you-know-what anymore.

[audio]

[leashed]

Understood.

[That feels... odd, but he's not going to question it.]

Is everything alright?