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[feastorfamine]

My name is Amy Dylandy. You may know my brother, Neil. He's apparently been communicating with you already.

I've been able to remember these numbers since that thing's rampage in the city, but I haven't exactly been sure of what to make of it till now. I guess part of me wanted to pretend it wasn't really happening.

I guess I really can't do that now, can I?

So, I suppose I'm a part of this thing now. Consider this my introduction. I'd like to ask a question to start off.

What is a "Gundam"?

[locked to Neil Dylandy]

This is probably a big surprise, brother, but so was seeing you on the news. I'm sorry I kept this bottled up for so long, but I had no idea how to bring it up before now.

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[buildyourworld]

[ What the hell is wrong with you Dylandies and your inability to stop giving everyone your full name? ]

I'm guessing no one told you not to give your full name to a network full of strangers.

Gundam is what we call those building sized giant robots that appears in town during the giant snake attack. The other three odd looking and bigger ones have different names.

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[feastorfamine]

And yet, the moment we talked to one another, the secret would be out anyway.

And yeah, I picked up on that. It's different from what I remember, is the problem.

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[buildyourworld]

If you talk to him in private and doesn't give your full name out, no one is going to draw that connection.

I won't worry about it until you get more pulse explaining it. At least you're not stuck with a Gundam unlike your brother and I. Until then, enjoy your freedom (that's IF you do end up with one).

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[feastorfamine]

You have some kind of issue with Neil, don't you? It's a bit obvious.

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[buildyourworld]

I do, and I'm not hiding it. It's not necessary with you anyway.

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[feastorfamine]

Just remember, I'm not him. Don't take whatever problems you have out on me.

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[buildyourworld]

Just because I'm telling you the same thing I told your brother doesn't mean I'm taking it out on you. This is a legit concern and if I didn't care enough for either of you, I wouldn't even bother responding.

[feastorfamine]

Okay, okay.

I'm sorry, alright? We got off on the wrong foot.

Like I said, my name is Amy. And you are?

[buildyourworld]

Fine.
I'm sorry too, I was rude.

You can refer to me as Tieria on the network.
I'll tell you my name if we meet up.

[feastorfamine]

I suppose I should have have expected that. Alright, Tieria.

[buildyourworld]

So, other than Gundam, what else do you remember?

[feastorfamine]

The battles were done mostly by children. They used this tabletop projector that generated the particles that made the models move.

[buildyourworld]

Well it doesn't sounds like the battle we had so I wouldn't worry too much about it. It could be a game of some sort, perhaps.

[feastorfamine]

Neil thinks it might be some sort of training simulation.

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[hotshots]

Don't mind him, Amy.

I think he was born this way.

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[buildyourworld]

You sure have the cheek to suggest that after what you did.
I cannot believe you're this thick.

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[hotshots]

Look, chill.

Amy knew where I was, she knew I had a giant robot.

I DIDN'T tell her all the details of this Network. I'm as surprised to see her here as you are. So any of those warnings? Didn't have the chance.

Only thing we can do now is deal with it.

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[buildyourworld]

Chill? I'm swell right now. Real swell.

You didn't tell her not give her full name out to strangers after I specifically reminded you the danger in doing so yourself? You do realize this doesn't only apply to the network, right?

Yes, I'm aware of it. I'm dealing with it! I don't know, am I supposed to be happy about this? No. So yes, I'm dealing with this, in resignation!

[ In two days, Neil will understand why he's suddenly so much crankier than usual. In two days... ]

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[hotshots]

Look man, I'm not thrilled about it either. Maybe I'd rather she didn't, hell I'd rather she not be mixed up in this whole mess in the first place because the last thing I want is my little sister being monitored by the FBI anymore than she probably already is BEING my sister, or fighting the sorts of things we did.

And I've got some stuff to work out with her.

But... Getting on her case NOW ain't gonna help.

If anyone has any place to not be happy with this, it's me. She's my sister. She's my responsibility, even more so now that she's linked to all THIS crap.

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[buildyourworld]

I have so much to say about not being a reckless dick but I think I've hit memo limit on that when it comes to you.

So.

Whatever family members you still have residing in Locke or Las Vegas, can you please send out that memo to them?

In case you haven't notice, if they are connected to you, it makes them my responsibility too by extension. We're fighting monsters together in giant robots, even without the giant robots that would make us what? In your service term, comrades-in-arms? You alone is more than enough, I don't need the extra source of worry, thank you very much.

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[feastorfamine]

You know what I don't appreciate? Being talked about like I'm not here, and only about how I reflect upon Neil.

I am not going to run away and hide, or rely on him to protect me. So whomever you are, find some OTHER thing about my brother to be upset about. And for the record? My mistakes are MY mistakes, not his.

And you, Neil... This isn't something we have a choice in. I'm nearly an adult. I'm not some little girl who can't protect herself. My life is here and I'm trying to build a future. Locke City is where I NEED to be.

So please, stop arguing about my life, and the lives of our family. If anything is going to happen, it's their decision too.

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[hotshots]

Why, yes ma'am.

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[buildyourworld]

This runs in the family, isn't it?

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[feastorfamine]

You haven't met our mom.

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[buildyourworld]

I feel blessed already.