page twenty-five | rise up, rise up

[metalandashes]

Bastet, where do you need me?

[edited later to add:]

Anyone needs me, I'm at temporary housing.

[there's a pause, then the writing resumes.]

I don't know how much people know about me, but I got a pretty good sense of smell. I got to stay here for a while, but if there's someone any of you want finding in this mess, I ain't gonna say no. I know what it's

[ooc: backdated to Wednesday afternoon.]