log 001; voice/video

[agenuineidiot]

--Shit. [ The only sound from the communicator is a hiss and gravel shifting under foot. ] Use this…? W-what the h---[ He cuts himself off as he suddenly realises that he’s alone. ]

Anemone! Anemone! She has to be… I can’t have lost her. Not now! Anemone, where are you?! [ The broadcast suddenly cuts to video, showing just the ground underneath

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[musicboxsoldier]

...You're in a city known as Discedo, lieutenant.

What does this "Anemone" look like?

[agenuineidiot]

... So I've heard.

She has bright pink hair, purple eyes, she's... kinda hard to miss.

[musicboxsoldier]

...I take it that you just arrived here then.

Alright, I'll keep that in mind.

[agenuineidiot]

Mhm, only just. It's a bit... strange here, something feels off.

[musicboxsoldier]

A new setting sometimes feels unusual at first.

....There's also the presence of a chip inside your body.

[agenuineidiot]

I've been in places in a similar state to this before, but none of them have had this sort of atmosphere.

[ Thankfully, the small shudder can't be seen or heard via the communicator. ] I've been informed. Is there any knowledge regarding where the chip is avaliable at the moment?

[musicboxsoldier]

I would imagine that an officer would visit regions similar to here. Is there something specific in the atmosphere that seems abnormal?

To my knowledge, no one at this point knows the precise location of the chip...excluding the scientists that placed it in your body to begin with.

[agenuineidiot]

I'm not sure, it just feels... off. A little more investigation is probably required.

Damnit.

[musicboxsoldier]

There are monsters around and limited supplies here, so don't be careless.

I'm currently aiming to find the location of the scientists.... but I haven't made much progress.

[agenuineidiot]

... Monsters? That isn't some sort of joke, is it?

If you need any assistance, I'd be happy to help.

[musicboxsoldier]

...This is hardly the time to be joking around, Lieutenant Dominic.

I'll keep that in mind... If you need any form of help, you can contact me, Commander Kresnik Ahtreide.

[agenuineidiot]

No, I suppose not. [ In his defense, it's the sort of thing Anemone would joke about. ]

Alright, Commander.

[musicboxsoldier]

.....I wish you luck in finding her.

[agenuineidiot]

Thank you.