...that it's recording. He reaches for it, probably in an effort to turn off and delete the recording, and that's when you can see he has some sort of gloves on. ] Great, now you're going to get me in trouble, aren't y-- [ And that's where the transmission ends, which is the communicator's way of answering "Hell yes!" ] ((OOC: At work, so replies will be slow, or will wait until after I get home...

[ Duibhín stares at the screen as he flicks it on, those felfire eyes alight with his usual glower. Not as usual though, is the rage contorting his face. ] Those...those creatures took my horse!...but allows the elf to mount his back before taking off in his jarring pace towards the edge of town. The communicator, forgotten now, is stuffed into a pocket and soon idles in the darkness.

[ The communicator dangles from someone's belt, flipping on and showing the path he takes. The person is on the back of what appears to be a horse, the black beast's head encased in leather. ] Where... back ! My pets...my friends... [ And a softly uttered word as he slumps, dropping the communicator to the ground. Have a demonic horsie face snuffling at the screen as Duib whispers. ] Beras...

Thereth! There's one. It looks almost like mountain silversage, doesn't it? [ This seems like an obviously accidental communication between the two as they're off picking herbs having mother/ daughter...suddenly a loud grunt, followed by a thud as the elf is knocked into the air and back ] Duibhi - [ The scraping of a ginormous axe fills the speakers before the feed cuts into silence.

Thanks so much for the tips with Turtwig, Ms. Erika! It's really been helping Turtwig in a lot of ways!  The snow's been so nice to see, makes me really miss home sometimes. Monferno's all nice and comfortable...to talk about, and it's about the Ethic's teacher. You won't believe this, but he's Team Galactic's leader! I'm almost 90% sure he's up to something, he wouldn't just run into the school for nothing.

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