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Been arrested yet?

[ He has no doubt this guy is already neck deep in the rescue effort, it bears checking. ]

so far so good over here!
how about you? are you safe?

I'm fine. Making my way.
Am I right to assume you're in the middle of trouble?

That depends on how you define trouble.

[He's definitely in the middle of trouble.]

Shooting, fighting, flying, hopefully not dying.

[...]

Does it count if I'm not technically doing any shooting or fighting myself?

[Local pacifist here putting the shielding capabilities of his stolen jet to good use...]

No it doesn't, but it's noted.

It's better to avoid any protracted battles anyway. I'd rather just distract them enough for other people to get to Nuhiri.

Where are you now? You still have another use of your powers if you get into trouble, right?

[he will uno reverse this concern or sO HELP HIM!!11]

Sounds like a plan. But if you get into real trouble, make sure you let the rest of us know.

Making my way to Deumia to help whoever goes in with the codes to get out with that last power use. With any luck by the time I use it we'll have anti-matter in the air to free me up for more.

[ He'll let him have it..... but he's on thin ice, don't danger too close to the sun please guy ]

[Ivy isn't really a good team player, but you know, she is trying. And Vash isn't human. Maybe that's a reason to be nicer to him?

Whatever, she messages him and after a brief pause where she struggles with what to say, she settles on:]

Happy Birthday. I, uh, I got you a fern. If you're into that sort of thing.

[When he gets a voicemail ping in his earpiece, he's a little surprised, honestly. And when he actually listens to it, all the more so. It's perhaps a good thing she hasn't made a video call, so she can't see either the moment where he stares owlishly at the message as though unsure if it's real and actually for him, or his thousand-watt smile when he calls back -- but maybe she can hear the latter in his voice.]

Thank you! I'd like that a lot. ...Though you'll have to teach me how to take care of it.

[Even the dome of flowers Luida had aboard the floating ship, capable of producing its own nutrients, still required Plant power to maintain. He knows some vague basics about how flora is supposed to work, but he's never really seen it practically.]

This guy is pretty hard to fuck up, but don't worry. I'm not planning to give anyone something then letting them murder it.

[She feels strongly about that, all right.

More strongly than she feels about murdering some people, honestly.]

Just don't let it dry out and you'll do fine.

[she doesn't want to assume the worst but also the fact he disappeared and now suddenly reappeared as one of those companions was more than unnerving. did he get turned into one of those things? or this was this version of him just replica to replace him since he disappeared, who even knows but either way she was concerned.

she decides to reach out to vash because given their cover in being a family unit, he was the only one she could really talk to about this] Have you seen Joel at all recently?

[Yeah, Vash has been pretty darn Concerned about that whole state of affairs as well. It's not as though he doesn't know people end their contracts early, or otherwise get sent back at times, but given that there had already been people put on watch lists, there's an uncomfortable possibility lingering in the back of his mind, too.]

I haven't talked to him since the party, but now there's that strange replica of him...

[He's not going to Say It unless she does, though. No good in freaking her out.]

Yeah, that's the last time I spoke with him too.

I thought he went back home but now I don't know what to think. Do you think he's still somewhere here while this replica taking his place? [it's weird to even voice that but hey maybe this is a kidnapping with people slowly being replaced with these companions]

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text, un: strange, some time after things kick off at the gala

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oops i forgot i was doing matchies with his typing style

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voice; un: toxicodendron

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text; un: clarke

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