IC Contact Post [Hadriel]

[mismanagement]

This is Maketh Tua. State your business.

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[mismanagement]

Thank you for telling me.

Sorry about your knee. Have you gotten that looked at?

[text]

[thechoiceisyours]

Yeah, no problem.

You don't need to be sorry; an only slightly more busted than usual knee is a lot better than you know. The alternative.

[He doesn't know if he might've gotten the shot off before Nick attacked if Maketh hadn't intervened; maybe, or maybe they would've just both been hit directly. He doesn't really want to think about that possibility.]

I was waiting for the event to be over before I really talked to anyone I didn't know about meeting up or something.

[The last thing anyone needs would be if someone came to the house--since he can't really walk--and ends up being either the target of someone already there, or even worse someone at the house being their target.]

[text]

[mismanagement]

See a doctor when this is done. Please.

[At least these events don't last for very long. There's always a pause between whatever horrors the gods decide to unleash.]

That's wise. It would be best to stay away from the rest of the community for a time.

Is Emily all right? The last time we spoke, she was acting strangely. I talked her into giving me the knife she had, but I worry.

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[thechoiceisyours]

I will.

[He means it this time.

Yeah. I feel like it might be over, but I'm a little worried about finding out I'm wrong.

She's okay. I think she had a close call or two though.

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[mismanagement]

A reasonable worry, at this point. Do you have enough supplies to last?

I suppose we all did. But I'm glad you're both all right.

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[thechoiceisyours]

I think so, yes.

Thanks. You too.

[He's already said it but he really means it.]