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[firstroar]

Kaworu Nagisa.
He played the piano several times on this network. In speaking to him, he is the sort one would have difficulty forgetting.


He left this city of his own volition, intending to return "soon."
When was the last time anyone had been contact with him?

Comments

[oncearanger]

No...I don't think he would either.

But I can't believe he would try to take them on alone. I don't care how powerful he is! Even our whole army couldn't make a dent in theirs. Unless he's been sitting on a stockpile of nuclear weapons, I don't see how he could overthrow them.

[firstroar]

There's much about him unknown to me, though I am inclined to agree with you.
It does not change the fact he has left and ought to be recovered. If it's within my power, I will make it so.

[oncearanger]

I agree. If there's anything I can do to help him, I'll be there.

Kaworu's important to me.

[firstroar]

Who are you?
What can you do?

[oncearanger]

I'm Billy Cranston. I'm a mechanic and inventor, and I can fight my way through a hostile situation as well.

If you need vehicles and weapons, I can patch something together.

[firstroar]

It may be necessary. I'd be grateful for your help.

[oncearanger]

Absolutely. I'll do anything I can to hunt him down.

[firstroar]

[it's "hunt him down" that gives Blue pause. he just...can't interpret text the way he can face-to-face interaction.]

I will consider it.
Thank you.

[oncearanger]

Thank you too.

I want to see him again, and I'm starting to worry that won't happen.