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[onerthes]

[A tinny man's voice gives what is clearly a default answer machine message. Vira-Lorr is still figuring the phone out it seems.]
"Hello, we are not available now. Please leave your name and phone number after the beep. We will return your call."
*Beep*

Comments

[51stcenturyjack]

Sound like really tough customers and maybe not the kind I'd like to have messed with.

[He goes for the greatcoat, shrugging it on and taking up the bowl.]

...Funny, when I got here in July, we had those weird black and white bears that were rounding up people and judging 'em for God knows what. Now we got armored polar bears that seem to care we stay out of harm.

[onerthes]

Ah yes. Monokuma or whatever his name was, and his little robots. [She snarled.] I still have a great deal of trouble forgiving Superior for summoning him. These, I suspect, are much more natural in appearance than his ...

Filth.

[51stcenturyjack]

If anything cemented my decision about where I'm takin' a stand in this town, that was it. Been through a kangaroo court or two in my time. [And from the hard look in his eye, it's clear he wishes he could have done more to end that round.]

Maybe Sodder's evening up the score for Christmas. Maybe she's challenging Grandma.

[A glace at the bowl.]

Right now, I gotta family matter of my own to take care of. Hope I ain't out there too long. [His tone might be light, but that hard look is still in his eye. Understandable, considering just what caused that family trouble to begin with.]

[onerthes]

It nearly decided it for me as well. [She growled.] But I think you know exactly why in my case. I'm trying to keep an even keel about it, but every night I sleep, I remember. It's hard.

But let's hope there is little evening of the score. We're likely to get mired in that. That said, you go deal with that family matter. I don't want to keep you from it.

[51stcenturyjack]

[He looks her in the eye, giving her a firm, understanding nod, and she might see a flicker of that fatherly concern of his in there.]

Let's hope we have a merry Christmas, and the people metaphorically upstairs don't let their family drama leak through the ceiling.

[He'd like to hug her, but he'll save that for later. He's got a mission and he'd best head out for it.]

Let's hope I'm back with my better half sooner, if not later. See you when I get back.

[And with that, he heads out, taking the bowl of bait into the snowy night.]

[From outside, she might hear him call out "Heeeere, DoctorDoctorDoctor. woo-hoo! Where'd yah go? C'mon in outta the cold!" followed by a mischievous whistle....]