[ Filtered away from the Malnosso ]

[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.

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[voice // filtered]

[chikaidestroyer]

Simply something that was asked behind closed doors before. [It wasn't for his benefit that he made the filter.]

Are you still in contact with our mutual acquaintance called 'John'? He inquired about your lack of contact since the earthquake incident.

[And John never inquired about anyone. Between that conversation and the hints in the (obviously skewed) script during the last mission, he felt a slight need for discretion when explaining his question.]

[voice // filtered]

[justobserving]

We're due to speak again soon -- I was...off the grid, so to speak. But now I am to Kin'cora what he is to you.

The helpful bogeyman in the basement.

[voice // filtered]

[chikaidestroyer]

I see. You seem to work well together. [Or, at least, they seemed to watch out for each other in some way or another. That kind of protection was necessary when doing such solitary work.]

Kin'cora is fortunate.