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[A voice that is usually calm and refined seems to be struggling to remain so this morning.]
...My sister, Clover, has disappeared. You might know her as that pink-haired girl.
It is not a prank. She would not do that to me. Messages sent to her NV promptly bounce. [He also can't sense her presence, far more disturbing overall. And knowing what she must be going home to--]
If I find someone has taken her, if something has happened, there will be no end of hell for those responsible. [It is a coldness, a preciseness that can only be managed by true loathing: Clover has been stolen from him before, and anyone who dares to do it again will pay.]
( PRIVATE to Re-l Mayer || minimum security )
...My sister, Clover, has disappeared. You might know her as that pink-haired girl.
It is not a prank. She would not do that to me. Messages sent to her NV promptly bounce. [He also can't sense her presence, far more disturbing overall. And knowing what she must be going home to--]
If I find someone has taken her, if something has happened, there will be no end of hell for those responsible. [It is a coldness, a preciseness that can only be managed by true loathing: Clover has been stolen from him before, and anyone who dares to do it again will pay.]
( PRIVATE to Re-l Mayer || minimum security )