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[ Filtered away from the Malnosso ]
[A filtered broadcast appears on Luceti's journals on the evening of the 29th.]
Ah. Luceti. It sure has been a while. My, how things change...
[And, oh, how they stay the same. The woman’s voice falls silent for the soft click and gasp of a lighter.]
I hear that not all of you have been playing nicely with my charges; then again, I doubt they made a point to play too nicely, either. [Laughter.] I would bet my last credit that Korras didn't.
Speaking of Blake, could a helpful soul put him on the line? Since the Malnosso shut down their books, it's been...or...blast it, you'll have to do. All of you. Listen -- two days from now, your guests are cleared to return to Kin'cora. Be dears and tell my children they're to line up at your pretty little teleporters. The Organization didn’t see fit to share their schedule but I certainly do see fit to pass it on. Unlike them, I find less entertainment in watching the machines round them up. This way, perhaps only the stragglers will be subjected to that.
Ah. Luceti. It sure has been a while. My, how things change...
[And, oh, how they stay the same. The woman’s voice falls silent for the soft click and gasp of a lighter.]
I hear that not all of you have been playing nicely with my charges; then again, I doubt they made a point to play too nicely, either. [Laughter.] I would bet my last credit that Korras didn't.
Speaking of Blake, could a helpful soul put him on the line? Since the Malnosso shut down their books, it's been...or...blast it, you'll have to do. All of you. Listen -- two days from now, your guests are cleared to return to Kin'cora. Be dears and tell my children they're to line up at your pretty little teleporters. The Organization didn’t see fit to share their schedule but I certainly do see fit to pass it on. Unlike them, I find less entertainment in watching the machines round them up. This way, perhaps only the stragglers will be subjected to that.
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If writing could sound disappointed, this writing would.
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[What with how Bil feels about blondes.]
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Never did have any faith in the powers-that-be, lovely.
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Tell me -- will you be passing on my message?
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No matter, I suppose. The Slayer will. She's filled to the brim with helpfulness and duty. And if not her? Someone else.