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[hollowleg]

Back from San Francisco. I now know how pulses come back when you cross into the field and it doesn't suck as much as I thought it would. glad i left myself a note to fly into newark and drive and not locke. still had to pull over when it hit

I see that you all managed to make the hugest goddamn mess while I was gone. I swear I can't leave any of you alone for more than a few days. "Preemptively" killing Blood Keys and offing Proud? A+, gold star, much applause. remind me not to get on the numbers club's bad side, christ.

EDIT: as a note, if you aren't one of the morons who decided to act like a vigilante dumbass, i'm not talking to you. obviously.

[PRIVATE; Chris]

Hey, back in town. Can I stay with you? If your uncle's house isn't still in shambles. I can try and help with that maybe.

[PRIVATE; Ryan and Bertl]

yo dorks I heard tell of a wedding. we should pow-wow on cake ideas. I know you don't need to eat, but all your guests will. What's a wedding without cake??

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[hollowleg]

well, sorry to hear it, kid. i feel like I should offer to help. anything i can do?

exploded by his own work. what a poetic way to bite it. its too bad. i think he could have told us a lot more. tough nut to crack though

[icy_heavens]

No. [Worst of it is over, at least. Back on speaking terms with the friend who'd thought going out hunting was an acceptable idea. Even if it weren't over, ain't like he'd keep talking about it.]

Probably not the most pleasant way to die. Weird thing was that the snakes attacked the house in the first place. He made 'em to protect himself, and it's not like anybody was threatening him at the meeting.

[hollowleg]

k.

well maybe they're like.. overprotective boyfriends. him hanging out with ANYONE is "dangerous". or perhaps he actually felt threatened