Klarion|Second Harvest [Video]

[crosscolumbkill]

[It's hard to tell, given the boy's alien coloration and blackened eyes, but despite his normal visage averaging something between 'teenage zombie flick' and 'mascara-heavy blueberry' Klarion still comes off a bit worn-looking, normally firm jaw somewhat slack in exhaustion. He manages a reasonably chipper voice, at least.] Hello. I am Klarion, of

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[redripoff]

Klarion? [A beat as he shakes his head. How did he miss this?] Klarion, how long have you been here?

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[crosscolumbkill]

Ah, Tim! [It becomes clear he's in a bad way when, for all the brightening of his eyes, he doesn't shift much to respond.] I am glad we've crossed paths again, though I'm sure I wouldn't request anyone's unluckiness to be brought here. Are you well?

[redripoff]

I'm--I'm fine, but you've looked better, for sure! What happened to Teekl?

[crosscolumbkill]

I'm afraid I haven't seen him since my arrival here. I've searched high and low, but where he is, I can't tell.

[redripoff]

Keep broadcasting. I can sweep the third floor for him. How are you holding up?

[crosscolumbkill]

You are good to me. Thank you. For myself...I grow tired. [He smiles shortly.] I am sure he is little better, without me.