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[tongueamok]

Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep]

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[Voice]

[mismanagement]

I need your help. Immediately.

[voice]

[tongueamok]

Can't this—

[No, she wouldn't be calling if this could wait, Carlisle notes before the full thought even escapes him. Miss Tua is a very structured sort of person who wouldn't waste time on idle chatter when there are constructs roaming the city.]

Right. Where?

[voice]

[mismanagement]

[No. It cannot.

Maketh sends over their coordinates immediately.]

She is dying. Hurry.

[voice]

[tongueamok]

[She? Who is she? Is Maketh talking about herself? Did she take such a bad blow to the head that she thinks she's someone else?

Carlisle decides, wisely, that he should probably save those questions for when he gets there.]

I will be there shortly.