To all Pleroma

[goldendeceiver]

[ The sensation that a message has been sent should be hitting every person aligned with the Pleroma right... about... now!

Though whether a character figures out that they can detach their shard and see the message is another matter entirely. ]

So tell me, did any of you figure out we could do this yet?

[ Ernesto can't really take credit. A Kenoma friend reaching out to him was what tipped him off to this particular ability. ]

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[goldendeceiver]

[ He's never been the letter writing type. Sorry, Abel. ]

It's been an interesting stay to say the least.

That said, it's a much better welcome than the one we got from the Regent's people.

very very tiny letter.......... closes my eyes at html

[inutilis]

What, are you not a fan of being hauled across the continent in a flimsy robe and then force-fed some disgusting, revolting concoction that is making me retch to recall its unique and pungent taste?

I can't fathom why~!

blessed by 20/20 vision as you put me to the test

[goldendeceiver]

Funny thing, but I'm weirdly not.

🔎

[inutilis]

Hm? Well, then, what is more your speed in terms of having a good time?

[goldendeceiver]

Well for starters, sleeping in a real bed and eating actual food that I pick for myself.

I'm a pretty simple guy.

[inutilis]

Now you're speaking my language~! That definitely sounds right up my alley...

Ah, that reminds me. Have you found somewhere comfortable to hole up?

[goldendeceiver]

Ah... Aha, well, somewhere comfortable enough, I guess? ]

[ Sharing a bed with a very unhappy Dokja, who mostly sleeps on the floor now. ]

[inutilis]

...Hm.

Something about your delivery leaves me mildly concerned, Mr. Tequila... should I be checking up on you?

[goldendeceiver]

There's nothing to really worry about, Father. The situation wasn't quite what I expected it was going to be, but we're making it work.

[inutilis]

Somehow, I still feel uneasy... Instinct? I've learned to trust my gut, so I'm going to continue worrying about you anyway.

I don't have a suitable place to offer you to crash with me, but I will come and offer moral support at the drop of a pin, and now you could send me a nice SOS letter, anytime~! Day or night! Isn't that handy?

[goldendeceiver]

I made this into a bigger thing than I had to, huh? The space I'm in is just a little... cozier than I was hoping for. That's all.

I promise I won't bother you with messages that often either.

[inutilis]

No no, I wouldn't say you made it into a big fuss... quite the opposite, in fact! You're always so low-key and relaxed, it's hard to tell if something is bothering you. That's why it's my job to nag you into getting to the heart of the matter~!

...Which I feel I haven't quite managed, this time. So! I'll trust you to tell me if there's anything I can do. That seems like as good a compromise as any, right?

[goldendeceiver]

Is that going to be the deal? Alright... I promise, if something really bothers me I'll be sure to let you know.

[ Probably? ... Maybe... /shakes head no ]

[inutilis]

I'll hold you to that~! Don't let me down, alright?

[ narrator voice: Ernesto did not, in fact, tell Abel anything. ]

[goldendeceiver]

[ So he'll be letting him down, huh? ]

Mm. I got it.

[ And he'll just be... disappearing now so that he doesn't have to lie any more to the good father than he already has. ]