01/07. first kill.

[icingkills]

Comments

[sciencedaughter]

Would you mind broadcasting your exact coordinates?

[icingkills]

For you, Nemu? Not at all.

[Indeed, his broadcast of said coordinates is locked to her.]

[sciencedaughter]

Ah... [the phrasing makes her think it's supposed to be flirtatious WHAT TO DO]

Thank you.

I would like to examine what remains of the creature.

[icingkills]

[That reaction would be why he does it, although it's kind of difficult to keep up with Nemu in person because...she makes him think of what would happen if someone crossed a contractor with a doll, and that's unsettling]

Certainly.

[private]

Although I ask that you don't broadcast its manner of death.

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[sciencedaughter]

I can omit that from my published reports in exchange for access to the specimen.

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[icingkills]

Then we're agreed.

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[sciencedaughter]

Yes.

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[icingkills]

There was an old journal page in the back of its lair. You're likely to make more sense of it than I can, as well.

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[sciencedaughter]

An old journal page?

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[icingkills]

I don't think I'll be divulging its contents over the Network. I doubt it's very secure against the deities.

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[sciencedaughter]

May I see it in person, then?

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[icingkills]

By all means. You've been here so much longer than I have--you may be able to make more sense of it.

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[sciencedaughter]

I will apply what I am able.

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[icingkills]

Thank you in advance, Nemu.