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[highfrequency]

[Raiden is crouched, holding the communicator in one hand, and empty vials in another. He's looking at the vials, his eyes never once darting towards the screen. There is a trace amount of blood on his breastplate. When he speaks, it's with a harsh edge that barely disguises a haunted tremor.

Some of the structures around him are busted up.]

Found one of those bastards in the market place, pretending he was sick. He had these.

[He rolls the vials between his claws.]

I caught him, he didn't say much though. Just "United Earth stands strong, obey and prosper!" And that the Exiles will be punished.

[He looks up into the sky, squinting his single eye, then opens his mouth slightly as if to say something. When nothing comes out, he just sighs.]

...Yeah. Guess that's it.

[He stands up, waving the vials in a "come and get it" gesture.]

Raiden out.

[Feed cuts out]

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[showmeyourwreath]

[It would be nice if there were more things to smile at, it's the first time she's seen one on him. Flora offers one in return, feeling reassured.]

That's good.

[She'd like to know more about it, and not have to think about blood and dead bodies, but...there's work to do.]

If you lend me one of the vials, I should be able to find at least some of the others, and in turn, who's carrying them.

[highfrequency]

Copy that. Be careful, though, there might still be contaminants on the glass.

[showmeyourwreath]

Thanks for the tip. I'll make sure to keep it contained. I'll be taking it with my magic, okay?

[She figures she should give him a fair warning, first. Sure enough, she raises a softly glowing hand, and one of the vials disappears in a flash and appears before her, surrounded in a sphere.]

[highfrequency]

[She did warn him, but he still manages to visibly boggle at the situation and stare into his now empty claws.]

[showmeyourwreath]

[She did warn him, but she still offers a small smile that is slightly amused, but far more apologetic.]

Just give me a minute.

[Flora raises her hands to either side of the sphere, but doesn't touch it. Her eyes narrow and a glow surrounds her as she concentrates.]

Scattered pieces, together I bind
The many made whole, mine eyes will find

[The glow travels from Flora to the vial before it fades, looking like it always has. The sphere around it shrinks until it fits the shape of the vial, like a protective case.]

Alright. I've placed a locator charm on it. The vial will glow different colours when it's near other vials. Blue for North, Green for East, Red for South, Yellow for West. They all gradate to white the closer you get. I do have a couple of places to start, though.

[It's nothing like home, or even the Earth that she knew, but what flowers and plants that exist, many of her own making, are as chatty as ever.]