fade rift. inbox.

[dissono]

for private scenes and correspondence.
non-urgent crystal messages will be responded to by letter at his earliest convenience.

Comments

[supersonic]

Apparently there were apostates here once, before the rebellion. Anders' network. Most of them are likely gone, but chances are not all. Worth a look, at any rate, to see what we've got to work with.

[ You know, in case everything goes tits-up tomorrow and they need all the help they can get. ]

The alienage, I can cover on my own, but I am not fool enough to go poking my nose around Darktown alone.

[dissono]

( he mulls that over a short time.

eventually: )

D-d-d-

( his mouth tightens, unseen, with irritation. )

Develop an in—an int—an interest. In healing.

[supersonic]

If you had seen my attempts at healing, you wouldn't encourage it. Ask Isaac about the crispy pigeon, one of these days.

[ But he's aware this isn't a long-term career suggestion. ]

I am willing to take another stab at it, however, if it suits you.

[dissono]

I, ah, I—I—I will find a patient.

Y-y-y-you will, ah, you will, you will, ah, ah—assist me.

( they'll do some charity. bitches love charity.

and if anyone wants to know why they were in darktown, there will be blood enough to answer. )