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[chartom]

[If he were thinking clearly, Talbot would be approaching his first network transmission with a bit more finesse, restricting the communication to a voice or text message. But not only is he in a fix, he's fixated: if Drake or Sullivan were dragged down into this godawful place with him, he wants them to see his face; he wants them to experience the itching of a gaze on their backs every time they step outside.]

I need a surgeon. [The video feed is unreliable, but the splash of aged blood around the entry wound in his shoulder is hard to miss on the backdrop of his white shirt when it momentarily sputters into clarity. He tilts the screen up, putting his tired face into view.

There's a hiss of static, then:] --and I need information.

((OOC: If you're a castmate, your thread's probably going to get encrypted to prevent eavesdroppers!))

Comments

[uncalled_for]

And the reason they are after you in the first place being..?

[The herbs are done, by the way, now she's just waiting for him to prove they wouldn't go to waste on him.]

[chartom]

A bit of an unresolved matter from back home.

[Said with some finality--if she wants details, she won't get them.]

[uncalled_for]

And this unresolved matter can't wait until explosions cease dropping on our heads?

[chartom]

Now that's up to them, isn't it? I can behave all I want. That doesn't guarantee my safety.

[uncalled_for]

[Augh. People just never learn. Screw the herbs. This is frustrating. She'll set down her supplies and move closer.]

Hold still, I'll use a spell. But you get yourself injured again by these people because none of you fools wanted to set your differences aside during a time of war, don't expect there to be someone willing to drop everything to come and help you.