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[thedarkheir]

A - [Omeganet]

[Kresnik appears on the screen, letting out a long breath before speaking]

Okay, since Wild Tiger and Grand Papillion already know - might as well tell everyone to avoid any further confusion. I'm Kresnik, and the cloak I'm wearing, and the Night Stone I carried used to belong to The Night King, I'm a distant relation to him, but I have zero intentions of carrying on his legacy.

Got it?

All right, now that we got that out of the way, is there anything I can do to help?

B - [Mall, Action]

[Soma always did stand out as a civilian, it's summer but he's wearing a very light-weight long-sleeved shirt, and smelling faintly of coconut due prescription-strength sunscreen. He's going from various stores - stopping at a record shop that was going out of business. The place was getting picked over by bargain hunters - one of whom shoved Soma aside, knocking him over and scattering his bags]

Hey-! Watch it!

Comments

B

[generallyaguy]

"Eeeeee" was the noise from the stack of three shy guys that were shoved over and fell all over because of Soma. They scurried about some before getting in front of Soma's away again, upright, and ready for a charge this time. They pointed their... fingers at him and seemed down right angry.

A

[stinglikeabat]

Sorry about all of that ruckus the other day.

[ Ruckus is somewhat of an understatement there, buddy. Papillion's looking more sheepish than bat-like at present. ]

How's your shoulder holding up?

B

[smartassrationale]

[Augustus isn't the one who pumped Soma but he is behind him. He notices, hard not to, and reaches down to retrieve the dropped bags. He smirks as he glances inside for a peek then holds them out toward the white haired man.]

I think you dropped this.