City Inbox;

[bemist]

INBOX.

TEXT | CALL | ACTION

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[fossick]

[Wow.

He cuts it free, at least, and the excess vine falls to the ground uselessly.]

Seems I'm a more tempting target than you.

[Fine, he's right behind her!]

[bemist]

Well, good news for you. Something's into you.

[ GEBURA, THAT'S MEAN. ]

[fossick]

[WOW??]

Someone's sharp-tongued today.

[Not that his pride withers under such evicerating words, but good gods.]

In a worse mood than usual for any reason in particular, or have the plants already gotten to you?

[bemist]

Not really fond of being here. In general.

[ Or maybe she's just sassy.

No, she's just tired of fighting people who have turned into monsters at this point. ]